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Dec 12, 2005 11:36

1245 hours
The Night Owl, San Francisco

Seven of Nine walked slowly along the street, practically in the shadow of Starfleet Command. She had spent some time selecting her outfit, pretending to consider each possibility and finally deciding inevitably on her favorite: a high-necked blue t-shirt and white pants. And then she had taken an ( Read more... )

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kathryn_janeway December 12 2005, 20:55:24 UTC

Time: 12:59

"Damn," she thought to herself. "I'm going to be late..." Kathryn rushed through the corridors, almost walking into Admiral Paris and Wil Riker. She nodded, smiled, and went to the lift.

"Shiiit..."

Kathryn ran to the entrance of Starfleet Headquarters, the Night Owl just around the corner. "I hope she doesn't mind me being late..."

Kathryn rounded the corner to see a tall blonde walk into the cafe, her back straight, the aura of, 'What are you looking at?' engulfing her. "Seven." Kathryn walked quickly to the cafe, the owner remembering her as a cadet. She went to Seven, a bit shocked to see her in normal clothes. She looked nicer, and Kathryn didn't feel small and dumpy beside her.

Seven! I'm sorry I'm late. Necheyev decided she wanted a chat, then I had to send some orders to Captain Jones of USS Wessex, and... You look nice!

annika_of_earth December 12 2005, 21:06:45 UTC

Seven turned from the bar at the sound of her name to find a slightly breathless admiral. Janeway explained her tardiness in a rush...the mention of Necheyev made Seven's expression darken.

"...and... You look nice!"

Seven laughed. Thank you. You are also looking well.

Please don't apologize. I know you must be quite busy. I'm glad you were able to get away, if only for a few minutes. She turned as the man behind the bar placed a mug of steaming coffee on the shiny surface at her elbow.

kathryn_janeway December 13 2005, 00:09:33 UTC

Kathryn put her hands up as she sat down, and smiled. I look a mess. Is that mine? she asked, pointing at the coffee. This is my lunch hour so I'm going to make the most of it!

If anyone asks, don't be an admiral! Kathryn grabbed the cup and brought it to her face, her nose taking in the inviting scent. Oh this is so much better than tea...

annika_of_earth December 13 2005, 04:57:27 UTC

Seven watched Kathryn take the coffee without waiting for confirmation that it was for her and smiled to herself. The waiter came and deposited another steaming cup in front of her.

I don't expect to be offered an admiralty any time in the near future, she noted wryly.

If this is your lunch hour, you should order lunch. Would you like to get a table?

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