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Chocolate now? [Oct. 30th, 2009|04:53 pm]
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::closes out Ensign Larson's file, adding reminder of next scheduled session to planner::

::leans back in seat to kick feet up on desk, moving eyes from wrist chronometer to door, with a silent plea dropped between...somehow, slow space brings out the need for therapy in everyone::

::of course, half of those 'therapy' sessions primarily consist of sitting and listening patiently to complaints about Command's hurry up and wait tendency::

::looks out porthole to right of desk...well, yes, it would be nice to go somewhere::

::suppresses self-depressing sigh, pulling feet back to floor when terminal chimes to announce incoming call::

::and another, when origin becomes obvious::

Counselor Troi. How can I help you today, Tom?
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-30 10:06 pm (UTC)
::coughs, eyes automatically going to other door...the one leading to Titan's sickbay::

Well, yes, I suppose I do.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-10-30 10:21 pm (UTC)
::drums fingers under desk...she's not going to make this easy, is she?::

Well, I don't.

That is to say, the last unclassified contact location I could find for her is Earth, several months ago. Apparently, she's not there anymore, and when I contacted Command, they pointed me back in your direction.

I'm aware that you were in charge of filtering some personal communiques early on, and if Molly just doesn't want to hear from me I guess I understand that too, but...this is important.
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-30 10:54 pm (UTC)
Hold on a moment.

::leans forward in chair, opening window on other screen...Pathfinder records::

The last contact information you could find for her...Mr. Paris, when exactly was the last time you actively spoke to your sister?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-10-30 10:56 pm (UTC)
::expels a sharp breath...come on, already::

Well, if you really want to know, not that I see the relevance...oh, probably midway through my trial after Caldik Prime.
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-30 11:07 pm (UTC)
...

Twenty-two years?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-10-30 11:10 pm (UTC)
And like I said, you're as beautiful as ever.

::shrugs::

Hell, we barely talked when we had connecting bedrooms.
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-30 11:19 pm (UTC)
That's beside the point.

::presses finger to bridge of nose, shutting eyes briefly to gather nerve and memories::

All right, we'll discuss it later.

For now...after twenty-two years, whatever you have to say must be important.

Are you certain I can't help as well?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-10-30 11:26 pm (UTC)
What I have to ask, and no, not unless your MD is up to par with your PhD.

::hopes burgeoning impatience is relayed through shortness in tone::

Thanks but no thanks for today, Counselor. Now, can you tell me where to find my sister or not?
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-31 12:00 am (UTC)
::stares for another moment before giving up::

Actually, Commander, I can do better than that. I'll get her for you. Stay put.

::ignoring the quizzical look from opposite side of screen, cuts connection momentarily, switching it to adjacent bay::

Doctor. Busy?
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From: dr_moira_paris
2009-10-31 12:10 am (UTC)
::half-straightens, eying nearby terminal from which decidedly perturbed greeting originated::

Nothing that can't be put away for later.

Are you well, Counselor?
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From: dee_troi
2009-10-31 12:13 am (UTC)
Peachy.

::twists chair, climbing to feet::

Since you're available, would you mind coming to my office, though?

I just received an incoming transmission that I should probably turn over to you.
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From: dr_moira_paris
2009-11-08 02:13 am (UTC)
Is it my father?

::pauses to hand petri dish to nearest tech, sliding around counter and heading for door on opposite wall::

::rephrases::

...is it about my father?
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From: dee_troi
2009-11-08 02:36 am (UTC)
No, and I'm not sure, but probably not.

::sighs again...unless something has changed drastically over the past few days, ltcmdrtomparis still won't exchange more than officialese with the Admiral...and seeing how he seems not to communicate with any other family member either, it's unlikely he would have anything about the old man to ask about::

::unless Mr. Hot Shot has finally decided to swallow his pride and mend fences...::

Although, if it is, you will tell me, won't you?
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From: dr_moira_paris
2009-11-08 02:55 am (UTC)
...

::stops before door to the counselor's lair, hands on hips::

I don't know. You're the nosiest person I've ever met, in or out of Starfleet. Are you certain it's a matter of professional concern?
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From: dee_troi
2009-11-08 03:21 am (UTC)
::stops mid suck, quickly spitting candy in nearest recycler before door can open::

::peppermints are poor substitute for the usual after shift chocolate splurge::

::folds hands primly behind back as Titan's CMO steps in, wary expression doing little to conceal her open curiosity::

Doctor, we've been over this. I was born with my talents. I can't help it if I feel a need to put them to good use whenever possible.
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