ILLUMINARRPG: (2 - 0517, 0700) ACONN Ensign Alexander Dyson

[Ruben Hilbers]

Mission:  Prelude
Day: 2
Stardate:  2446.03.24

(Earth, Shadow Pines – Ocean – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 0517)

Alex had expected the water to be cold, especially this early in the morning. And that expectation had been met. He had gotten up at 0430 and tiptoed out of the house. Which did not count as an orphanage skill, because he had learned that while still living with his parents. He had gotten himself some swimming trunks yesterday, so that was not an issue. Alex was swimming laps near the coast. He had brought a towel from his ensuite. As he swam, he thought about getting his violin yesterday.

~You know it’s not the only inheritance you have to deal with.~ He had dealt with all the stuff his parents had left him during his last year at the Civilian Freighter School. With one exception. ~The apartment.~ The school had arranged for everything that was not nailed down to be shipped to him. Which had allowed him to deal with all of it without having to set foot in the place that he and his parents had called home. But he was pretty sure that there were some things that had been overlooked.

~Time to deal with it, Shep.~ Of course, it was very possible that the place was now somebody else’s home. ~Unless Mister Savor is still running the place.~ Savor was the ancient Tellarite manager of the ancient apartment building that the Dyson’s had called home. Not all Tellarites were lazy, but Mister Savor was. So if he was still alive, there was a good chance he had simply locked the door and never bothered to set up somebody new in the place.

~Time to hit the shower.~ He walked out of the water and grabbed his towel. After drying himself off a bit, he tiptoed back into the main hall and stealthed up the stairs as best as he could. He headed back into his room and walked into the shower.

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(Earth, Shadow Pines – Ocean – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 0700)

A shower and a nap later, Alex had headed back down the stairs. He had not watched to bother any of the staff, so had liberated a glass of milk and made himself a pair of cheese-and-cucumber sandwiches. He had then left his knife and plate in the dishwasher. ~Having other people do stuff for me was never my thing.~ Alex thought as he made his way back to his room. He went inside and picked up his violin. Then he made his way back downstairs and headed for the music room.

~Here we go.~ He closed the door, not wanting to wake anybody. ~I hope the isolation on this room is good.~ But real question was, how good was his muscle memory. His original plan had been to play after dinner, but Alex had always been shy about his violin playing. So he had picked a time when he was less likely to have an audience. Taking a deep breath, he put the fiddlestick to the violin and began playing.

NRPG: Note, while Alex sucks at singing, medical stuff and science (and currently flying fighters) , his violin playing is good. Like, you have to pick your yaw up from the floor good. RPG:

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