||[Jun. 7th, 2009|05:40 pm]
::dips butter knife into sauce, plopping a generous portion on napkin and using it doodle::
::nods again in a less than enthusiastic pretense of attention as twin's latest outraged rant hits crescendo, eyes scanning room for some diversion, any diversion::
::just about bounces with joy as Neelix's latest victims wander in::
::lifts hand quickly in beckoning, offering sheepish look to side when food art turns into a food projectile::
's napkin, dabbing at cheek angrily::
Good lord, nothing Mama ever said sank in, did it, you nim...
She is all I've got these days.
::wads napkin and throws it down, waving hand in airy greeting as ahni_jetal
::eyes Bajoran doubtfully::
::drops tray with clatter, barely catching spoon before it flies up and does prophets know what damage::
Maybe I was day-dreaming, but I thought you were happy earlier.
::glares at subordinate::
::lifts forkful of pasta, using fingers to wrap stray noodles around prongs::
And then, Celes, I got a comm from the Alpha Quadrant. Note...not home. Not my parents...
::ignores twin's our insert::
...not even my old boyfriend who appears to still be besotted, poor louse...
Just some reporter from the Fed News Agency.
::loses own focus for a moment, nearly losing hot roll to floor as well::
You got an interview request? Starfleet isn't filtering those?
Apparently this guy is really smooth. Or has connections. No telling.
::tap table with index finger::
The point is, there wouldn't be a reason for Starfleet to worry anyhow. He didn't even want to talk about my...okay, nimrod, our...experiences out here.
Apparently our parents made some super, amazing breakthrough with warp technology and everyone back in the AQ just loves them.
The reporter wanted a soundbyte of our thoughts on the matter.
into mess, derailing extended complaint on Starfleet Admirals and their tight-assed paperwork standards when rare...very rare...quiet becames obvious::
::scans room, quickly enough finding source of everyone's fascination::
bites back a bark of laughter::
::drops hands to hips, putting potent unamusement in tone to counter XO's not so hidden reaction::
Paris. Are we noticing any commonalities here?
They are identical, but I have to say, Megan is looking better at the moment.
::coughs when a frown is offered::
All right, all right. I'm on it. But you're the back-up.
::bolsters courage, making way over, stopping beside nearest cluster of spectators::
Ladies? Fill me in?
apologetic look, before jabbing thumb in direction of her twin::
To be frank? Jenny needs help. If you know what I mean.
::arches both brows in surprise::
Really, you think so too? I mean, I was hesitant to be the first to say, all things considered...
Troi is going to love me for this one.
...right. Thanks, Ahni.
::squeezes other Delaney's arm, moving past and clearing throat::
Ensign Delaney...I think there's a seat waiting for you in the Captain's office.
He's crazy if he thinks I'm planning on fielding her.
You other two...my office. Pronto.
I didn't even get the chance to do anything, for goodness sake.
Most people would be gratified to have been spared the trouble.
::lifts own brow, passing captainchakotay
and his faint smile::
::loses own near door, taking in annikahansen
, nearly hidden by potted plant by counter::
Hmm. Wonder how muchshe heard.