Little Android Child (by Gobblersknob)

Bathtime

*Data sits in the bubble bath that Geordi has drawn for him. He gives Geordi a small smile as he splashes the bubbles around idly, but squirms in physical discomfort over...what the two of them did. Finally he gives a wince*

Ow...
  • Current Mood
    uncomfortable uncomfortable
one more for love

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::makes final visual sweep of shuttle bay, satisfied with results...two shuttles as ready for launch as they'll ever be, and two away teams...as ready as they'll ever be::

::offers particularly hard look to former drone when her head turns from jennydelaney, sighing inwardly at returned, painfully innocuousness look::

::glances back over to Baxial...Jetal looks almost as pleased by the likelihood of being caught in the middle of future fireworks::

::considers one more speech about professional behavior and duty, but almost immediately rejects the idea...if it didn't sink in the first five hundred times, it probably won't find footing what could be the very last time::
  • Current Music
    One More For Love-Five For Fighting
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    ,
linnis tense

Enjoy the adrenaline rush, it never lasts long.

::circles lab table to check mirror_renara and kes_ progress on serum...better than expected, at least::

::manages faint smile of approval at young woman's questioning look up, then quickly moves past, to cold case::

::grabs bottles and unscrews lids to drop in...special ingredient...before sticking them in warmer::

::after a few seconds, grabs them out again, heading to opposite side of room to dispense...predictably, five parents look grateful and relieved, only andrewkim has the audacity to look suspicious::

::stares at him::

Light sedative. They need to sleep. We need to concentrate. Everybody wins.
alert

(This is the arc that never ends, it just goes on and on...)

::ducks back into briefing room after briefly skipping out to...amend the resource manifest::

::pretends not to notice the look on captainchakotay's face...part curiosity and part annoyance::

He can thank me later. I hope.

::takes a seat far, far down the table, leaning over to speak to wife, who mainly looks uncomfortable...the sitting::

Anything exciting happen?

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::paces between consoles in Titan's science lab, nibbling on thumb while mentally comparing readings::

::or trying...to be honest, clouds start to look alike after a while, even at the subatomic level::

::steals a look to other side of lab, the messier, not so well catalogued, filled with not so official projects one::

::strikes a bargain with self-fifteen minutes with the fun stuff then back to work, fifteen minutes off lunch break::

::takes a single step before jumping guiltily and nearly falling over own feet at sound of opening doors::
think

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::shifts kelsie_wildman in arms, tilting sensitive ear back away from high pitched squeal of rage::

Aw, come on, don't be fussy...Naomi, come on and get her, I told Vorik I'd be in engineering ten minutes ago!

::jumps at resounding crash from bathroom, before sighing with relief...at least it surprised the screamer into silence::

::holds own breath when door slides open to reveal what looks like a very mad human-Ktarian::

Everything will be fine.

...if you feel that bad, maybe you should go to sickbay...

Or pout it out.


::jumps again when outer door chimes::

Oh, come on in!
wryred

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::runs hand through rebellious hair, quickly lowering it to stifle a yawn...apparently sleep in morning should have been extended to a sleep in day::

::blinks when a blur of mostly orange darts past::

Neelix? Neelix! Where's the fire?

::sighs when Talaxian halts and looks around with even more panic, offering self-translation::

What's the hurry?
wryred

...and a side of sunshine.

::steps into mess, blinking at cacophony...had forgotten it could be so noisy in the morning::

::skirts a crewman with hands full, nodding in greeting::

I hope that's not all for you, U'Lanai. You're slow enough without your stomach twice filled.

...joking, joking.

::shrugs at scowl, moving on to destination...the serving counter::

::steps up when line empties, eying clearly preoccupied server::

A lot more work than you remembered, I take it?