From: Maxine Parrish (synapticinfundibula_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Apr 07 2007 - 18:51:17 PDT
"Downtime" Continued from "New Faces New Places" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Location: USS PATRIOT Star Date: 2.70407.2122 Scene: T'ial's office After meeting the captain, T'ial relaxed her posture. She looked around as she opened the door to the office and entered. Her hand remained on the door as she inspected the office. She nodded her head, looking at the desk that had been provided. "It looks fairly organized. This will be acceptable." T'ial nodded once more and looked back at Tam Niala, who was standing at the door, waiting for T'ial. "I thought the offices were accomodating," she shrugged as she leaned on the door frame. "It'll do." T'ial released the door and turned to look at Tam Niala, who was only a few inches from her. "Ready to leave?" Tam Niala asked as she straightened her posture and prepared herself to leave. "Ready." T'ial walked out stiffly after Tam. The door hissed shut behind them. "Where are we headed?" "The mess hall." Tam replied as she walked ahead of T'ial, turning. "I was beginning to get hungry." T'ial looked around, trying to locate and memorize all the departments she could. "This is deck seven?" She asked. "Yes, this is where most of the science related departments are." Tam replied as she led T'ial into the turbolift. The few seconds in the turbolift were awkward, seeing as how neither of them uttered a single word. Tam cleared her throat as the door opened and they approached the mess hall. The room was of average size, with a long table where one could order food. A line of synthesizers stood before them, ready to be used. "I will secure a table," T'ial said as she walked up to one of the machines and, once more, ordered a fruit drink. This time, however, she made sure to make the order as specific as she could before walking off and picking out a seat with her drink in hand. Tam stood two persons behind T'ial, awaiting her turn to use the contraption. "Hot tomatoe soup and iced water," Tam ordered and received her food. She reached behind one of the machines and picked up a tray, which she used to load her soup and water before sitting with T'ial. "Is that all you are having?" "This is all, for now." T'ial drank her juice slowly as she stared at Tam eat. "You know it is impolite to stare," Tam Niala said as she held a spoonful of soup close to her lips, the steam rising past her brow. "I apologize if I am being rude." T'ial sipped her drink, purposely looking at anything but Tam Niala. Tam sipped her soup, blowing on the spoon and watching the contents swirl before pulling the soup into her mouth. "What is our next mission?" T'ial asked, with almost urgent curiosity. She was beginning to feel useless. "I don't know." She replied as she wiped her bottom lip. "I believe we will be departing somewhere soon. I don't know where to. We will be briefed at some point tomorrow. My best advice to you is to get some sleep and be ready for the morning." "Yes." She said plainly as she finished her juice and stared at the bottom of the empty glass. ---------------------------------------------------- Maxine Parrish Ensign T'ial Cheif Science Officer USS Patriot --------------------------------- Be a PS3 game guru. Get your game face on with the latest PS3 news and previews at Yahoo! Games. From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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