What's in a Dinner?
Posted on Tue Aug 25, 2020 @ 10:25pm by Civilian 'Arrival' Roger Templar & Captain Maritza Soran
767 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
Et In Arcadia Ego
Location: Various places
Timeline: MD 05
ON
The invitation was the easy part; the reservation at a very fine Station Restaurant at table out of the way but not in a corner, this was to be a simple dinner and conversation. Offers made would be most honorable and forthright. Or at least that is all one can hope for in this kind of introduction.
The bottle of rare perfume found to be an appropriate offering for a most simple of requests; plus the look upon a woman's face when she gets a gift is worth it all; more so when the gift is accepted for the rarity of it and how it is chosen for her. A yeoman is not often privy to such trinkets of course. Which his own personal assistant would comment as being a crime; well in her case not so much, but as a general rule.
It was the two-fold of getting the Captain's attention; being a Trill the scarce nature of anything with Icoberry is considered a unique gift as they are not so common. Finding them on a station might seem improbable until certain channels are utilized; the fruit is like the Trill themselves, not as many as one might guess.
Having a small basket of them dipped in chocolate and delivered to the Yeoman for relay with the Personal 'Incentive' to pass along the fruit and assure that the Invitation place in a place it will be noticed with the Business card and open invitation for a 'Friendly 'Business Dinner' from the New arrivial would not seem too out of sort.
A short message that reads:
'Mr Roger Templar requests the Company of Captain Soran at Anatole's around 130 hours.
Formal introductions and dinner to follow.
With regards.
Roger Templar.
The best way to fight a reputation is; of course, to have the matter put to rest at the beginning. The fact a New Private Investigator with a 'colorful' reputation need make a better First impression that to allow his 'past bit of Gossip' interfere with his working with upon and with the Station personnel.
All seemed to be in proper order and once the Runabout arrives He could go to his quarters on the station and prepare for dinner.
DS5 OPS
Maritza was watching one of the duty officers replay a model of power outage from the most recent diagnostics when the couriers arrived and headed for her yeoman.
She looked at the baskets they put down and went over. "What, are these?"
Zita was reading through the note. "Er gifts."
"The word you're looking for is bribes." Martiza said crisply. "Who is sending them and what do they want." The chocloate covered icoberries were calling her though.
Zita double checked the card. "A Mr Roger Templar."
"A civilian?" At least it wasn't Geral again. She'd had to dump enough flowers in the reclamators to give her ops people hayfever.
"Private Investigator it says." Zita paused, and ran a quick search on her terminal. "He's got a proper license and everything. A couple of security flags though. But low level ones, nothing major."
Maritza frowned. "What does he want?"
"He wants you to go to dinner with him tomorrow." Zita passed her the card. "He's got a table booked at Anatole's."
Martiza folded her arms over her chest. Well, he wouldn't be the first slightly shady businessman to try charming her. And she been vaccinated now, blast and damn a certain bajoran. She was immune. "Does he now? Send him my apol-"
She broke off as another turbo lift opened and the sentries let in another courier. This one was carrying an enormous bouquet of roses, in blood red and a purple so dark it was almost black. "Not again." she muttered. The courier handed it over, and she took the card. Geral. Again.
She looked at Zita. The young bajoran quailed slightly. "One. Call all the florists on the prom. No more deliveries for me from him. Two." She looked at the roses and practically snarled. "Send my acceptance to Mr Templar." She picked up a handful of chocolate covered icoberries. "But change the time.
Seven pm, on the dot. Tell him its non-negotiable and I don't wait."
"Yes, Ma'am" Zita nodded. "I'll have the roses disposed off."
Maritza looked at the bright red and black. Very dramatic. She wasn't going to admit she liked them. "Snip the heads off and send him back the thorns." She decided, heading up the stairs to her office. "And send me Mr Templar's file."
Captain Maritza Soran
CO
DS5
Roger Templar
Private Investigator
DS5
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