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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:33 am
Sunday was one of her favorite nights of the week. The bar was slow and taken care of by the other managers and her partner was usually out of the house leaving everything quiet and peaceful except for the few slight disturbances from upstairs that filtered down occasionally into her basement apartment. They had agreed a long time ago, with so much in common between living together and owning their business together that they needed one night a week to be on their own for some quality "me" time.
Tonight this meant lighting candles around the apartment so it smelled like apples, opening a bottle of good wine, lounging in her pajamas on their well used couch and reading a book from the collection scattered about them in multiple shelves. Thankfully, her partner liked to read just as much as she did and did not mind when she brought home another shelf's worth of books.
She hadn't given much thought to the Negaverse of anything that happened after the Carnival. It was a success and Destiny still remembered what it was like to fee fear in that senshi's eyes with her starseed in peril. Feeling it in her grip...She wanted that again. She couldn't be arsed with orders most of the time, depending who they came from. Zink had her respect, earned it.
She poured some of the red wine into her glass and took a moment to enjoy the aroma, berries and oak mixed in with the grapes, and then set it aside to let it breathe as it should. Sighing happily, she opened her new book and picked up where she left off to while away a wonderful night.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:50 am
A gust of air in an enclosed room, well locked for the night might have been strange to anyone else, but it would only take Destiny a moment to realize the source. Zac, rather, Zinkenite stood where previously there had been only open floor space and well trod floor. “Pardon the intrusion,” He said with an edge of polite, despite the lack of true need to be so. No witnesses and a vast difference of rank saw an end to the –need for social niceties. Fortunately, he thought she was one of those who’d be able to see past briskness in the line of duty even if he hadn’t been polite, though he was rude enough to have a handful of papers he was sorting though before he even really looked at her beyond a sweeping glance to be sure there were truly no other bodies. “I thought I would see how you were fairing, and get away from entering information into the database for a brief…while.” He faltered, realizing as he truly –looked- that she was in her Pajamas. “Ahmmm.” He flustered and glanced away. “…Must remember that summoning, while starting at least brings the uniform with it.” He said more to himself than the woman who sat reading over her oaky red wine. He shifted from uniform to civilian garb in a blink, better this way than to draw undo attention to the closed bar and its occupants. “You’re adapting well?” He refused to retreat like a blushing schoolboy, he was here on business after all!
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 6:16 pm
"Sir?" She was alert instantly when he appeared knowing he could do that but not really thinking that he would do that. "Am I needed for something?"
Nevermind that it was her night off and no one had explained to her exactly where she fit into this Negaverse yet. She assumed if she was needed someone would make that known, and until then she'd simply do as she had done, making her own decisions about her own path. She still wasn't clear on protocol or if these mini factions were concrete assignments or merely suggestions. Someone might give her orders someday, probably him as she hadn't met any other commanding officer except one at the carnival and she spent most of that ordering him around.
This was the problem with being in an organization with children when she was clearly not.
When he powered down she realized this might be a social call and smiled. Without thinking she got up and gathered a second glass for wine and offered him the one that had already breathed. Then she blushed as she realized he was under aged. Funny, maybe, because he seemed so much older than he was every time she saw him. Easy mistake to make.
"I don't suppose you know how to appreciate a good wine? This particular vintage isn't very old, only a 2008, but the rain made the grapes very sweet that year. The flavor's amazingly developed."
For now she avoided talking about herself. Becoming someone in the Negaverse wasn't as easy a transition as she thought it would be. For one thing, the late hours were going to make her partner suspicious. The wounds, too, could only be explained away so many times. This woman routinely saw her, all of her, and knew her better than anyone else in the world. Destiny dreaded the day Kharma started to ask questions.
She lifted her eyes to Zac.
"Would you like to join me? I have wine, good music, candles, and a mountain of books."
And to make him a bit more comfortable she disappeared a moment and reappeared in a robe for modesty's sake, though she wasn't bothered by her appearance. Shame was not something she knew much about.
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 4:22 pm
He hesitated a moment, considering… planning out interactions in his head, how mest to make his original intent to make sure she’d gotten the basic informations from her fellow officers down, with her offer. Ultimately, he decided that, likely he could combine them, to a positive effect even. “If you don’t mind a little ‘business’ thrown in, then I think we can do that?” He nodded slightly as though they had already agreed upon it. “I came to be sure that you were getting all the information you need, once we could rely upon the captains to supply you with the fundamentals, hand holding almost. But the teams have somewhat dissolved and regrouped into the three fundamental ‘areas’ of specialty. He shrugged slightly. “I’m considering re-instating teams, regardless of if people…want to run them or be on them. It would make people…safer, a web of support at a more basic level.” He pulled up a chair and settled carefully. “Ummm… I haven’t had wine before, though… it might be educational.” And strategic as well, he thought. If he ever needed to use the crimson crystal to be ‘older’ again he could add an air of sophistication or at least the illusion of it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 11:32 am
"Sir?"Depends on the business, Zac." She chuckled and turned her book facebown over the chair's arm. "Sundays are my nights off. Besides, you'd be pretty hard to explain to Karma if she comes in."
Not that she ever did. Their Sunday nights apart were sort of a ritual in this house, something sacred. They both needed their time apart as much as their time together and made an effort to continue to be their own persons while still being a strong couple. Karma did not intrude upon her in her book reading groove and she did not intrude upon her lover's art times. It worked out well that way.
"I suppose I am. I mean, I haven't spent a lot of time around my superior officers. Come to think of it I've only really met two - you and Richterite."
Not that Opal had gone out of her way to look for any superior officers or really even include herself in groups that they had. She was more a chaos oriented type of girl. The carnival raid was more her style. She'd had fun in that mess and had felt a senshi's starseed in her hand.
She handed him the wine and smiled at him.
"Subtlety is the art of wine. People that can appreciate good wine have my trust because it takes patience, keen senses, and sophistication to pick out all of the notes in it. This batch, for example, tastes mainly of the oak of the barrels and the clover that grow in this particular winery. They let it grow and encourage it for the taste it gives their grapes."
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 3:41 pm
He hesitated, personal reservations lingering in his mind, battled and then pushed down till he could take a seat and gave a small nod. “I enjoy a good tea, they can be surprisingly complex. They say coffee is more so but I haven’t gotten past my first impressions about ‘burnt beans’. He admitted. “So… wines depend on the time of grape as well, right?” He asked tipping his head. “Effects the…sugar or something, as does the earth, the color of the grape and the season its collected.” He sniffed carefully at the wine, who hadn’t seen someone do that on TV right? His first reaction was to draw back and the alcoholic tang but it wasn’t as bad as say, taking a whiff of what Ever drank. He sniffed it again, and took a cautious sip. “I think, I can taste the oak.” He said after a cautious moment, with a small frown. “The only Clover I’ve ever had is clover honey….”
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:31 pm
"Yes, that's right. The time of year, the amount of rainfall. Even how much sunlight the grapes get daily can affect the flavour. That's why there's so many different varieties of wine."
Destiny smiled to have found someone to heap her knowledge onto. Karma was stubborn when it came to wine insisting that a lot of them just tasted like wine, some sweeter than others but no distinction. While that could certainly be true of some of the cheaper varieties the key to wine was subtlety, as she said. She'd never appreciated coffee's taste herself, only what it could do when drowned in sugary sweet creamer and consumed.
"I don't think I've ever had clover on its own," she teased, "but it adds a certain flavor to other things like honey and wine."
This bottle was not the highlight of her collection. In fact it was just a bottle she'd found that she liked the taste of but knew she wouldn't want to save it for a special occasion. If he managed to get through the evening and liked what he tasted and learned she might begin to parade out better and better offerings as time went on. That is, if he wanted to make this a habit. She could make him into a sophisticated wine drinker yet.
"They say that the wine it produces is the benchmark of a society."
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 7:10 am
“…I would have said the books.” He mused. “The thoughts of a generation preserved with repeating scribbles that can be translated and retranslated.” He gave a short shrug, a twitch of his shoulders upward and back and then tipped his head thoughtfully. He took another cautious sip and then nodded a sort of vague approval. “Its not… bad?” He admitted. “Isn’t it true if you don’t keep a wine well then it ah, becomes vinegar? Which I admit confuses me about how aged wine is –better- but I haven’t read a great deal on it.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 1:39 am
"Much as I love the written word a country is defined by its agriculture. Wine is a good yard stick of that and keeps forever actually getting better as it ages."
There was no small amount of passion in her tone when she spoke. Both reading and wine were her passions and he was engaging her with both. Destiny could not help but smile at Zac, nodding encouragingly as he sipped his wine and asked his questions.
"It's true. If it's not kept well it can go quite bad. But wine isn't all that picky. Somewhere dark, temperature stable. As it ages the flavors develop more and the alcohol in it mellows so that it's smoother on the palette."
She took another sip of her own glass and reassessed the drink. All in all it wasn't a bad little red. She'd had better, of course, but for a weekend wine it served pretty well. She was happy for that and for the company.
"As for your idea of teams, the logic's sound. I can't say I'm much for teamwork but it would be nice to know I have people to call on if I need it."
Perhaps her early success was making her a little too confident.
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