{.But I Ain't Got Wings.} [Spock .50 | Open]
[That restlessness had settled in again- to the point that he couldn’t even focus enough to remain standing still in his favorite haunt on the observation deck. Eventually, he had to give up and return to wandering the halls to try and abate it somewhat. While he was not particularly fond of “mandatory rest day,” it seemed that he had no choice. He could certainly understand why it had been declared, but its enforcement seemed a little over-the-top.
Eventually he found his way into a mess hall. Maybe a warm drink would calm him somewhat, so he settled into a chair with a cup of replicated tea, determined by the end of it to have returned to some kind of ordered thinking.]
Eventually he found his way into a mess hall. Maybe a warm drink would calm him somewhat, so he settled into a chair with a cup of replicated tea, determined by the end of it to have returned to some kind of ordered thinking.]