A Night at the Opera

Posted on Friday, 17 July 2020 - 11:25am by
Edited on on Friday, 17 July 2020 - 11:25am

Mission: Operation: Jabberwocky
Location: Risa, Opera House
Timeline: 2393 - MD03 - Late Evening

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=/\=Opera House, Risa=/\=

Tilian slid into the seat that had been reserved for him. He felt a rush of excitement as he watched the other patrons rushing to their seats. This was where he’d wanted to be and this was where he could completely relax and let the music carry him away, as he always did.

The flashing lights, signifying that the show was about to begin, stopped as everyone found their seats and settled in for the show. He watched as the orchestra took up their instruments.

As was the norm, with Kasseelian Opera, the fist number would be an instrumental and usually consisted of the song that the last Opera Star sang when she hit her high E note. It was a difficult note to hit and the Kasseelian Diva would train her entire life for just that one note.

The music began and he could swear he felt his heart flutter. The minutes ticked by and each number was more dynamic and vibrant then the previous one. The singer was phenomenal and by intermission Tilian was soaring as high as the notes. He all but danced out to the lobby to get a drink and perhaps a sweet to tide him over until after the performance.

He’d just handed over some credits, had picked a corner to sit and had begun to eat his extremely large chocolate chip cookie when a familiar voice cut through his thoughts. He gasped at the voice that he knew belonged to the bad penny that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He turned, “You!”

Dallas smiled. “You made the opera sound enticing I couldn’t resist. You were right.”

Tilian bristled. “Yes well. It’s just peachy,” he said as he soured a little wondering how Dallas Walker had managed to get tickets that were sold out, and that he’d booked days in advance.

Dallas smiled. He held up his coffee cup. “You should try the coffee here. It’s delicious.”

Tilian raised an eyebrow. “No thank you. I am fine with my water and cookie.”

Just as he spoke the lights began to flash.

Dallas smiled, “Well enjoy the rest of the show then.” He waved and headed out.

Tilian was so mad he could have growled. He looked at his half eaten cookie and his barely touched water. He guzzled down some water, tossed the rest and tossed the half eaten treat into the garbage, which was probably just as well. His stomach had started to sour. Heading back to his seat he settled in for the rest of the performance.

The rest of the night calmed him and by the time the opera was over he was ready for a good meal. His stomach still wasn’t that settled but he’d booked a dinner cruise and he was not going to miss it.


=/\=Dinner Boat=/\=

Tilian settled into his seat and ordered a nice stake, well done, with French fries of course and some steamed vegetables along with a nice Greek salad. He ordered a glass of wine to go with it and pre-ordered his dessert, a slice of Betazoid Tulan Pie, just to save time.

He sipped his wine waiting for dinner to be served. It had been, for the most part, a good evening. He pulled out his pocket sized notebook and checked off the Opera and the dinner cruise. Closing the notebook he placed it on the table in case he needed to write down something, he made notes of his adventures and then would journal about it when he was in his quarters or room.

The warm breeze caressed his skin and he closed his eyes just smelling the salty air.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Tilian’s eyes snapped open. He almost groaned. His bad penny had followed him here! “Are you following me?”

Dallas laughed. “No. Just a coincidence.”

“I don’t believe in those,” Tilian said suspiciously.

Dallas smiled. “Since I’m here can I join you?”

Tilian noted that Mr. Walker didn’t wait for his inquiry to be answered before he sat down.

“Do I have a choice,” he muttered.

Dallas seemed to ignore the mutter. He launched into comments about the opera and Tilian sat silently stewing that his perfect evening was yet again being high jacked by Dallas Walker.

He somehow got through his meal and managed to extricate himself out of the restaurant and into a hover cab. He was back at the hotel and locking the door when he realized two things; one: he still felt sick, and two: he’d left his jacket at the restaurant.

Normally he would have gone back but he felt tired and his stomach’s mild protests had turned into angry mutterings.

Sighing he showered, fed Luna, and collapsed into his bed.

He had been just drifting into blissful sleep when the door to his quarters chimed.

Letting out a groan of pure frustration he pulled the covers back, sat up, and rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m coming hold on!” He yelled as he jammed his feet into slippers and his arms into a robe. He stomped to his door and hit the release button. As the door whooshed open his eyes adjusted to the light and he said, “Well shit!”

It was Dallas Walker holding his jacket. “You forgot this.”

Why did the man, irritating as he was, always know when not to show up? Tilian tried to relax. He had brought his jacket back. He reached out. “Thank you.”

Dallas smiled. “You are most welcome.”

There was a moment of awkward silence and then Dallas spoke, “Well good night.” He turned and walked away.

Tilian closed the door and sighed. He looked at the jacket in his hand and tossed it on a nearby chair. Tilian headed back to bed grabbing one of Doctor Alexander’s sleeping hypos. Tomorrow was another day.

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