Post by Ensign Mandy Bergin on May 7, 2013 8:24:17 GMT -8
Mandy didn't often voluntarily go out in places where there were people. This was a well-established fact that she freely admitted about, and to, herself. Amid all the turmoil that was going on with the ship, though, she felt the need to go somewhere, anywhere else and clear her head. And, since the planet was closed for a reason she didn't particularly care to explore, more because politics bored her and it didn't matter in any case, she took the station as the next best option.
Somehow, she found herself on the main promenade, surrounded by streams of people who were completely focused on their own tasks. That left her, mercifully, mostly unnoticed as she wandered down the walk, her hands shoved into the pockets of her sweater, her eyes on her feet. She'd taken the chance to shed her uniform, to blend into the greater mass of life, and it felt wonderful.
"Miss, miss," a hawker cried from a small vending booth set up in the middle of the promenade. "Please, come see..." he was of a species she couldn't name, but his brightly-colored booth didn't interest her enough to stop and chat.
"No, please," she said with an abashed smile, slipping past him, melting back into the crowd. Her eyes went to the shops that marched past as she walked, full of trinkets and exotic food items and who knew what else. From one shop, the scent of incense drifted; from the next, music pounded, music that weaved its way through the entire life of a few meters around. Farther on, a toy store excitedly proclaimed its wares with the vibrant colors and ecstatic mechanical toys that seemed to be a given no matter what culture you came upon.
The next shop seemed to be floating. Scarves of the lightest material she'd ever seen floated in some draft, probably from an improperly covered atmospheric vent. The analytical part of the mind, the Starfleet trained part, the part that had to fly a ship, told her that. The other part, the childish part that was still ten years old, simply acknowledged that it was beautiful and propelled her into the cloud, bits of vibrantly colored, light as a feather fabric brushing against her cheeks.
Yes, this was quite a nice way to spend the day.
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Somehow, she found herself on the main promenade, surrounded by streams of people who were completely focused on their own tasks. That left her, mercifully, mostly unnoticed as she wandered down the walk, her hands shoved into the pockets of her sweater, her eyes on her feet. She'd taken the chance to shed her uniform, to blend into the greater mass of life, and it felt wonderful.
"Miss, miss," a hawker cried from a small vending booth set up in the middle of the promenade. "Please, come see..." he was of a species she couldn't name, but his brightly-colored booth didn't interest her enough to stop and chat.
"No, please," she said with an abashed smile, slipping past him, melting back into the crowd. Her eyes went to the shops that marched past as she walked, full of trinkets and exotic food items and who knew what else. From one shop, the scent of incense drifted; from the next, music pounded, music that weaved its way through the entire life of a few meters around. Farther on, a toy store excitedly proclaimed its wares with the vibrant colors and ecstatic mechanical toys that seemed to be a given no matter what culture you came upon.
The next shop seemed to be floating. Scarves of the lightest material she'd ever seen floated in some draft, probably from an improperly covered atmospheric vent. The analytical part of the mind, the Starfleet trained part, the part that had to fly a ship, told her that. The other part, the childish part that was still ten years old, simply acknowledged that it was beautiful and propelled her into the cloud, bits of vibrantly colored, light as a feather fabric brushing against her cheeks.
Yes, this was quite a nice way to spend the day.
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