||[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.
::glares at worser half this time...can hear her geekery at times::
::allows corrected word to hang for emphasis::
Nearly two decades in this cesshole of a quadrant and all we get is a soundbite in a feature about our parents, who still haven't seen fit to personally share their good news, by the way...
::tears off chunk of bread, nibbling::
::looks around table::
And how is your warp project going over in Astrometrics?
::slumps back in seat::
Like we could tell you. Borg eyes only. And Borg boyfriend eyes. And the rest of the family too.
::bites lip, weighing conscience against friendship::
That's not really fair. It's complex work, the more people on it the greater the risk of confusion, I imagine. And relations aside, Seven...and Tom...and Harry...and Miral...are probably the best crewmen for the job. They have experience with the research.
::offers smile, hoping to defuse at least a little Delaney temper::
And you should ease up on Seven. She's been pulling double on her regular work too, not just the transwarp stuff.
Probably trying to get on your good side again...
It isn't our drone's work I have a problem with, you know.
And besides, what are you now, ship's efficiency monitor? She give that job up?
::twists neck, trying to stretch away a sudden, immense stab of dislike::
::bites back a grow up already, tearing off another bread chunk::
Magnus talks about her. He worries.
I keep forgetting.
::tries to tone down snark, reading friend's displeased look::
How are his deBorging sessions going? I could've sworn you said something about winding them down...weeks ago.
He seems human enough to me now.
Are you sure he isn't just taking advantage of your ridiculous amounts of nice and sympathy?