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...and a side of sunshine. [Jan. 10th, 2010|09:18 am]
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[ltcmdrtomparis]
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::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?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-21 05:04 pm (UTC)
Well, all things considered, I'm not really in any hurry to get home, and the safety of the crew has always come first for me, so...I'll sure as hell try to convince Chakotay to hold off.

It might also help if Titan opened some official lines of communication, instead of me having to rely on ferreted information from personal sources. I'm sure you can see to that much.

::glances to door when chime sounds, then back to screen::

Look, I have to go.

...thanks, Dad.
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[User Picture]From: admiralparis
2010-01-22 04:09 am (UTC)
::manages thin smile, though mind is already on other matters...namely, confronting colleagues about more than one issue::

Any time, son.

::blinks, jarred by absently optimistic words::

And Thomas...take care.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-22 04:22 am (UTC)
Oh, don't worry, I've made it this far. And I'm in good hands.

We'll talk later, Dad.

::waits for last nod of acknowledgment to dim screen, pushing chair back and rising before melancholy can set in::

Enter!
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[User Picture]From: annikahansen
2010-01-22 07:38 pm (UTC)
::raises brow at both secured door...a rarity...and unmistakably faux cheer in his tone::

I can return later if you prefer.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-22 07:45 pm (UTC)
Huh?

::meets querying blue eyes, finally catching the implied concern::

Oh, no, no. I've been waiting on you.

Actually, I just took advantage of the free time to call home.
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[User Picture]From: annikahansen
2010-01-22 08:00 pm (UTC)
::hitches brow higher, well aware that such contact is typically only the result of prolonged prodding on captainchakotay's part::

Astrometrics is fully functional.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-22 08:11 pm (UTC)
::coughs::

I know.

It was more a...personal...call.

I was talking to my father.
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[User Picture]From: annikahansen
2010-01-22 08:13 pm (UTC)
I see.

::moves from stance just beyond door, circling desk to take in terminal::

Everything would appear to be intact, so am I to assume it went well?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-22 08:31 pm (UTC)
It was a start, let's put it that way. And not a word to Linnis, I can't take ribbing from both of you.

::checks chronometer again, offering a cajoling grin::

Looks like we're just in time for lunch. You must be starving...and I hear Neelix won't be back behind the counter until dinner.
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[User Picture]From: annikahansen
2010-01-23 03:02 am (UTC)
I'm aware. The Ensigns Delaney were busy comparing today's offerings to their mother's cooking.

They found it surprisingly on par.

::moves again, circling chair and coming to halt scarce inches from companion::

I see that my own efforts in the kitchen tonight will have to be doubled.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2010-01-23 02:50 pm (UTC)
::laughs, maybe just a little warily::

You've got too much of a competitive streak, anyone ever tell you that?

No, didn't think so.

::crooks arm, relieved when she at least accepts it::

You can cook for me any time you like and I won't have trouble swallowing a single bite, but you shoudn't have to cook for me all the time. You're much too brilliant to be stuck in a kitchen. I don't know about elsewhere, though...

::shakes off what could be very distracting fantasy drift::

I should warn you, though, you might want to hold your nose...
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