Imagination ain't your only friend [open]

[outcastprince]

He had juggled more things than this. In light of where he could be - prison or the shipyards - he was more than happy to take another half-shift for his roommate, or remind Spock that his eating/sleeping plan was atrocious (really, didn't Starfleet teach him anything?), or make that custom cake for a chief officer's birthday

Comments

[dctr_mccoy]

Leonard liked his job as much as the next man on board, but there were times when one had to get away from things, so to speak, to get anything done. His staff was amazing, top in their fields, but today it felt like everyone wanted his attention, and all he needed to do was get these staff reviews completed.

The staff lounge he found wasn't too crowded. Even better, there was a chair in the back in an empty spot, where no one would bother him. Falling into it, though, he saw that the couch across from it was occupied.

"Hey," he said, nodding at Sybok, then returned to his padd, trying not to pay attention to whatever it was that Sybok was drawing.

[outcastprince]

"Doctor," Sybok returned (not in the thinly-veiled lovesick, swooning way Spock did, gods) with a smile and a nod. He glanced up from his sketch to watch him settle, then turned back to his work: battleships at port with great guns and a flag whipping in the wind.

"Don't you have secretaries to do document control for you?" he asked, noting the PADD Leonard had and his concentration on it.

[dctr_mccoy]

"I prefer to do the staff reviews myself," Leonard said, tapping gracelessly at his device before looking up. "Why put one of my yeomen in the position of seeing my internal crew observations, having their co-workers asking what I think about them?" Not that many people had questions about what the doctor thought - his opinions were usually written all over his face.

"Are you drawing?" he glanced over at the paper and pencil, unable to keep from asking.

[outcastprince]

"Good point." He wasn't above gossip - that is, using it; it opened people up to divulging their other opinions and deeper feelings.

"Sketching," Sybok corrects, and his smile widens. "It's been a while, but I have twelve hours until the breakfast rush, so there's no better time. I'm sure you know the importance of having hobbies while stuck in deep space."