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::finishes cleaning up last of housekeeping quasi-mess, standing in center of small living area and contemplating what next::

::grits teeth, clamping down urge to run by sickbay...some habits will be broken::

But there's nothing else to do...

::tilts head, moving gaze to doorway of bedroom::

::jumps as door chime rings::

::shoves another inventoried med tray back into its proper place, moving on to next ( Read more... )

::lingers outside Delta Flyer hatch, tugging sleeves of uniform down absently::

::furrows brow at noises coming from within, finally shaking head and hitting release button::

::climbs in, taking in empty rear compartment before heading up front::

::rests hands on back of tactical station seat, observing figure in cockpit::

Can we talk?

( Angel's Lullaby )

( Broken Glass )

I find it increasingly disturbing that while everyone else aboard this vessel appears to be having ludicrous levels of adult fun, one of my opted companions remains passed out on top of the warp core (the warp core!) , and the other has yet to graduate beyond The Little Mermaid (it's the fork) , and also has yet to master the very basic ( Read more... )

Renara crawls. For some strange reason, her favorite and apparently first word is heh. Walking Devil's Triangle is still missing.

There.

I haven't been getting much sleep lately, so this'll be brief. Nap before next shift ( Read more... )

( [Security Lockout Paris-Delta-Tri] )