After the glittering lights faded, T'Nia found herself on a small transporter pad with the transporter console unmanned. As she looked around, she could tell she was in the main greeting room of the Vulcan Consulate Building in Tuscon, Arizona. The rich, dark color of the aged oak panel interior was actually quite foreign to the building materials on Vulcan. Still, it seemed rather appropriate. Reproductions of famous vulcan paintings adorned the large room. Vaulted windows provided ample daylight to come through. Opposite the transporter pad was the administrative desk. To her right was a pair of large doors leading to the outside. Between her and the desk was a large, round fireplace with overstuffed leather chairs and a pair of matching leather couches. Although the building was a gift from humans and designed by humans, it was actually quite vulcan. She gathered her two small bags of personal belongings and headed towards the desk.

She walked past a middle aged vulcan seated in a chair and reading something on a PADD. He nodded to her as she walked past. She returned the nod and continued towards the desk. She had been here only once before. T'Nia had stayed here for three days prior to starting her freshman year at the Academy while they processed all her information. As she approached the desk, the young woman behind it regarded her long hair with a mildly raised eyebrow. The receptionist's hair was traditional, logical, and short. "Peace and long life, T'Nia. We have been expecting you. Please register on the display." She motioned to a small panel attached to the desk which she turned around to face T'Nia as she sat.

"Thank you," T'Nia replied cooly as she tapped out her name, purpose, and duration of stay.

"You will be staying in room three." The receptionist pointed to a large, sweeping staircase opposite the main doors. "Top of the stairs, turn to the right, third door down."

"I am familiar with the building, thank you." She replied.

"Since you have apparently been away from vulcan dealings for awhile, may I suggest one of the PADDs on the entryway table? It is a human publication, the Vulcan Chronicles. They try to be objective and logical, but rarily succeed. However, it is a good source of information regarding our homeworld... except for GNN."

T'Nia took exception to the 'apparently been away from vulcan dealings' line. "I am also familiar with the publication." she said quickly. She finished her travel agenda with a loud tap against the panel.

"I see," the receptionist said slowly. "If you require anything during day, you may contact me. We also have a night receptionist should you require anything after normal business hours." With that, the receptionist went back to reading something on her viewscreen.

T'Nia stood up, grabbed her things, and headed to her room. She approached the third door on the right and placed her hand against the door panel. After a quick scan, if blinked green. The oaken door unlocked and opened with a slight creak. The inside of the room was quite reminiscent of a hotel room with a small dining area. Immediately to her right was a closet. Directly before her was a large bed. To her left was a video screen in the wall. Under the viewscreen was a dresser. Past the bed was a small dining area. To the right of the dining area was a small kitchenette. The room to the left was a bathroom. The room to the right was a private meditation room with a new set of candles.

Satisfied with the room, she placed her bags on the bed. "Computer," she started, turning towards the video screen. "begin recording." She paused, thinking through what to say to her betrothed. Despite having been engaged to him all her life, she had only met him twice. Most of their communications were just like this one; subspace recordings. That made conversations difficult. Taking a deep breath, she left her message. "Sekir, I trust this message will find you well. I wanted to inform you that I have arrived at the Vulcan Consulate on Earth safely. I shall be here for one earth week before participating in the ceremony. From what I'm told, once the ceremony is complete, we shall complete repairs and construction of the Warlord. I am certain I shall contact you before I depart. Peace and long life, my betrothed. Computer, end recording. Send this recording to Sekir in the Nasha quadrant of the Eliph province of Vulcan."

After a few moments, the computer replied, "Your message has been sent."

Absently, she replied, "Thank you," and walked to the window in the dining area. She opened the window and looked up and down East Broadway Boulevard. As her eyes adjusted to the desert sun, she took note of the many business signs written in both vulcan and terran that dotted the road. The vulcan consulate building was moved from San Francisco to Tucson over twenty years ago. It was chosen as the site for the embassy because of its arid weather and high elevation, which more closely resembled the vulcan environment. T'Nia was quite satisfied to see how the local residents had taken to their 'new neighbors' so hospitably. Perhaps that was why she preferred the company of humans. They were accomodating. The Terran embassy on Vulcan didn't receive nearly this kind of consideration. It was the vulcan mindset that visitors should adapt to their way of thinking and living. She attributed that to the vulcan culture's rigidity. Humans, on the other hand, were quite flexible and adaptable, as was evidenced by a restaurant just down the street that specialized in 'vulcan cuisine'. She would have to visit that establishment, but for now, she was content so head off to the meditation room for awhile.