= TPH, Ring Promenade =
"Reservations for Quinn." The maitre d' of Aerie Restuarant nodded after checking the viewscreen at his podium. "Of course, Mr. Quinn. Right this way." The Bolian led the couple down the long main corridor of the restaurant that boast the best views in the starbase. Each table was a private room with a window view. The maitre d' stopped and slid open an ornate door, stepping aside to let them inside. A bottle of chilled champagne waited by the table for two. "The menu is access through the table top and the computer will take your order. There is also a wide selection of music as well," the Bolian explained, then quietly closed the door. "I hope you're not afraid of heights," Tom said as he guided Kethrin to the window. She gasped as she looked down. The Ring Promenade was high up, encircling the biosphere's dome. The windows were a specialized material that allowed those on the promenade to look down on the forested greens with lakes and the diplomatic building in the center, (http://www.5thfleet.php/bioshere.php) but to those in the dome it was a massive imaging surface that mimicked a sky with different weather patterns and shift with the time of "day" and "night" set to the station's day/night cycle. Right now, twilight was falling. Below it was strung with lights for the holiday celebrations and the families that were picnicking in the parks were now joined by more of the station's residents and guests waiting for a first. The base's Operations and Engineers had been working this for months preparing for this, finally able to customize the atmospheric circulation to allow for their big surprise without compromising safety in an enclosed environment. Suddenly a star shot up from the ground below and then burst into an explosion of colored glitter. Kethrin gasped, "Oh!" The first fireworks was followed by another and another, the smoke quickly being draw away by invisible circulation pumps while fresh air was criculated in. Kethrin was mesmerized and her eyes were only drawn away when Tom's hand came over her shoulder and a glittery chain dropped down. His other hand caught the loose end and drew the necklace up around her throat. Crowining it was a pink cut-crystal. "Dylithium crystal," he whispered. "It powers the 24th century. Only a woman's beauty compares to it." Kethrin watched as the crystal rose and fell on her chest with each bated beath while he secured the clasp. Then he bent and place a kiss on the back of her neck. He nuzzled her ear. "I'm going to spoil you rotten." A little shiver went through and she smiled. "Aren't you the lucky one then," she whispered back and then turned into him, "because I loved to be spoiled rotten." And she stretched up and pressed her lips to his. <ooc: anybody on T'Plana Hath are welcome to join the celebration in the biosphere> <<>> The hovercar door opened and Kethrin stepped out and hurried up the walk to the house. She turned to watch the car speed away before she let herself in. She breathed a sigh of relief that her parents weren't there. During the evening she snuck a moment alone to message home that she would be later than she thought and they shouldn't wait up. She slipped out of her heels and tiptoed down the hall to her room. In the dark, she quickly undressed, folded the dress and stockings and hid them away with the shoes where no one would find them. She pulled on her nightshirt and scrubbed off her makeup. Just as she pulled back the covers on her bed, a voice said, "It's after two." Kethrin almost jumped out of her skin but it wasn't Gemma, it was Clara. The eleven year old girl shifted in her bed on the opposite side of the room. "So?" the ninteen year old snapped. "Is that perfume you're wearing?" Kethrin went over to the other bed and stood menacingly over her adoped sister. "You breath one word...!" she threatened. "Alright!" Clara surrendered, she had been sharing a room with Kethrin long enough to know that she would make good on the unspoken threat. Satisfied, Kethrin got into her own bed and pulled up the covers, turning her back to Clara. It took a few minutes for the adrenaline of the moment and the whole evening to slowly drain from her. Her hand slid up to her neck and touched the necklace. She pressed her face into her pillow as she remembered the mad, wonderful goodnight kiss in the car! ================ Kethrin Hanshaw NAE Intern Tom Quinn (npc) Corporate Spy Conroy Pharmaceuticals New Aries Colony |
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