Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2015 20:27:28 GMT -8
She was exhausted but she had to get away from the ship. Physically, she was fine, but they insisted she wear a heart monitor for a couple of days, and she really couldn't fault them for that. Had her heart rate gone much higher in Sickbay, she could have had a major coronary event, but luckily it didn't come to that. Mentally, that was a different matter and she knew they were probably contacting Phillips to tell him she needed to be sent home. That wasn't going to happen. She knew Phillips was driven by something much bigger than anyone suspected and he wasn't going to let a mere bonding experience change his plans. Besides, maybe having some of Hunter's knowledge would be helpful.
Making a face at that thought, she wandered the packed walkway past the new shops of DS10. There were boxes and bins and merchandise strewn everywhere, all in various stages of unpacking. It didn't deter her, though, and she let her hands trail over fabrics that were new to her, she inhaled scents that spoke of foreign worlds, and she heard the wondrous sounds of commerce. No longer did she have to sneak into Retanya and hope no one asked her a question. She was free to explore and determined to spend just a little bit of what few credits Phillips granted her every month. The anticipation of buying something of her very own etched a glowing smile on her face. It would be handmade, unique, but what should she choose?
A bit overwhelmed by the choices, she sat down on a nearby bench to rest and pulled the fabric of the little purple dress over her knees. It wasn't something she ever would have chosen, but for some reason that's what appeared after a sleepy moment of replicator programming. It was as if her fingers had programmed that little number before. Cautiously, she let go of the fabric and it moved back upwards, exposing her bare knees. Catching sight of her reflection from the nearest storefront, she smiled at herself and sat straighter. "I look hot." Her hands flew up to her mouth, covering it.
Tag Ensign Tegan Mast, any
Making a face at that thought, she wandered the packed walkway past the new shops of DS10. There were boxes and bins and merchandise strewn everywhere, all in various stages of unpacking. It didn't deter her, though, and she let her hands trail over fabrics that were new to her, she inhaled scents that spoke of foreign worlds, and she heard the wondrous sounds of commerce. No longer did she have to sneak into Retanya and hope no one asked her a question. She was free to explore and determined to spend just a little bit of what few credits Phillips granted her every month. The anticipation of buying something of her very own etched a glowing smile on her face. It would be handmade, unique, but what should she choose?
A bit overwhelmed by the choices, she sat down on a nearby bench to rest and pulled the fabric of the little purple dress over her knees. It wasn't something she ever would have chosen, but for some reason that's what appeared after a sleepy moment of replicator programming. It was as if her fingers had programmed that little number before. Cautiously, she let go of the fabric and it moved back upwards, exposing her bare knees. Catching sight of her reflection from the nearest storefront, she smiled at herself and sat straighter. "I look hot." Her hands flew up to her mouth, covering it.
Tag Ensign Tegan Mast, any