Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 22:49:03 GMT -8
"Oh good lord," Jo muttered under her breath as she stepped into the mess hall for the very first time. "This crew needs help with a capital 'T'." She smiled innocently at a Lieutenant as she passed by. The woman's hair looked like it had been drying inside of a kiln for the last... she looked back at the woman to evaluate her age... thirty-something years. Not watching where she was going, Jo rammed her hip into the side of the buffet. "Smooth," she laughed at herself, then examined the food. One of the rolls looked exactly like the bun a Lieutenant Commander had stuck to the back of her head. "School marm twenty-fifth century," Jo thought. This was worse than she thought. Picking up a plate, she piled random foods in small piles in a circle, then glopped a huge helping of mashed potatoes smack dab in the center.
As she stood to the left of the buffet, she rubbed her hip with one hand and watched a crowd hurry into the adjacent room. Following them, she found herself facing a bank of windows just as the wormhole opened. While the crew were busy oohing and ahhing over the spacial anomaly, Jo was busy looking them all over without fear of being discovered. That one, the gal in the overly tight-fitting tank top, needed a good astringent. The Bajoran with the earring needed some judicious plucking. Jo circled around the group to get a better look. "Oh wow." She clamped her mouth shut. That Lieutenant, who wore medical blue, oh lord she needed a new bra. "Those melons have been hanging on the vine far too long," she thought. Yep, the Talon needed her.
However, food first, mammary manipulations later. Jo wandered back into the mess hall and chose a seat on the long couch, right in the middle. She took her fork and put a mound of potatoes on it, then poked it onto the pile of peas, causing the peas to stick. There was nothing better than peas and potatoes. Well, that wasn't quite true. She dipped the food-covered fork into the gravy that came with what she had assumed was pot roast. There. Nothing better than peas and potatoes covered in gravy. Nodding at her conglomeration, she put it into her mouth and smiled just as an Ensign walked by with visible panty lines. Jo raised a perfectly groomed brow. She had a lot of work to do.
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As she stood to the left of the buffet, she rubbed her hip with one hand and watched a crowd hurry into the adjacent room. Following them, she found herself facing a bank of windows just as the wormhole opened. While the crew were busy oohing and ahhing over the spacial anomaly, Jo was busy looking them all over without fear of being discovered. That one, the gal in the overly tight-fitting tank top, needed a good astringent. The Bajoran with the earring needed some judicious plucking. Jo circled around the group to get a better look. "Oh wow." She clamped her mouth shut. That Lieutenant, who wore medical blue, oh lord she needed a new bra. "Those melons have been hanging on the vine far too long," she thought. Yep, the Talon needed her.
However, food first, mammary manipulations later. Jo wandered back into the mess hall and chose a seat on the long couch, right in the middle. She took her fork and put a mound of potatoes on it, then poked it onto the pile of peas, causing the peas to stick. There was nothing better than peas and potatoes. Well, that wasn't quite true. She dipped the food-covered fork into the gravy that came with what she had assumed was pot roast. There. Nothing better than peas and potatoes covered in gravy. Nodding at her conglomeration, she put it into her mouth and smiled just as an Ensign walked by with visible panty lines. Jo raised a perfectly groomed brow. She had a lot of work to do.
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