|...and a side of sunshine.
||[Jan. 10th, 2010|09:18 am]
::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.
::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?
Not if you kill me with stress.
::folds arms, trying for patience::
Look. I appreciate the concern, I do. I get it. I'm sorry you have to deal with this. You're only human.
...I didn't mean it like that.
::sighs, looking up to catch his eye::
If I'm going to die, I'd just like to die in peace. We made Mother's last year a misery with our arguing, not even counting the uncertainties of her treatment. The end wasn't worth the effort for any of us.
And if I'm not going to die of old age any time soon, which by the way seems far more likely, I'd appreciate it if you would stop trying to convince me that I am, thereby greatly increasing the risk that I might succumb prematurely thanks to heart failure.
::just barely processes the lead-up with a twinge of lingering guilt, before focusing on the most relevant part of the diatribe::
You're not going to keel over on me any time soon?
::almost opens arms for a full bear hug, before deciding it's too soon to test her patience...besides, maintenance gets iffy over food on the carpeting::
::shares an eye roll with Celes as she passes...they're so predictable::
Not of old age, maybe, but there are other possibilities.
::shoves padd in general direction of his chest::
Vorik says to tell you that if he doesn't get the people he asked for to help with shield modifications, the only particles making it to the Alpha Quadrant probably wouldn't even turn up on Romulan sensors.
::takes padd anyhow, scanning it::
Tell Vorik I'll be there in twenty with his help.
::lifts brow at unusually sour look of acknowledgment, turning back to linnis_paris
Forget worrying about the baby,I think Harry is rubbing off on her
::recognizes his attempt to maintain peace by changing the topic...and gives him that much::
Not everyone is thrilled over this 'going home' concept being worked toward, you know.
...for that matter, I thought you were against it.
I was and I am, but it doesn't look like Chakotay is going to bend, so I guess I...and everyone...will deal.
And I don't suppose my doubts are the same as Naomi's. I can do everything in my power
or someone else's to make Seven safe.
::looks around, really taking things in for the first time in...well, a hell of a while::
Wild is losing the only home she's ever known.
And you all call me crazy for not letting myself form attachments to things. Losing people is hard enough.
::still, takes a look of own::
She's been a good ship, but it's time.
::isn't about to start another war debating it::
::glances from plate in one hand to padd in other, debating which to tackle first::
::hell, the Vulcan has time::
::tips head back to the mess::
You don't really want to eat with Doc taking notes, do you?
Well, at least there's only one of him.
::suppresses another small sigh...being a Paris seems to mean living in a constant state of humiliation for one reason or the other::
::finally relents and follows him back::
Just like Mother's cooking, hmm?
Should I tell Seven your taste buds are already cheating on her?
If you're that low on sickbay work just say so and I'll hand you over to Vorik.
::reminded, checks wrist chronometer...three more hours left in annikahansen
's regeneration cycle::
::just enough time to eat, appease the Vulcan, and
make a phone call::