Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 12:04:40 GMT -8
There were some times when Pat, as social as she often considered herself to be, simply needed to get away. This was most definitely one of those times. What with the changes that had been going on recently--Lieutenant Lundström disappearing into the ether, continuing an odd strain of officers suddenly heading off into who-knew-where for other postings, or just because--and with so many ships docked, not least the Talon, every department on the station had been scrambling, and medical not least of all. They'd lost their CMO, after all, and a thing like that was tough to bounce back from. You didn't just get over it, especially when the big office still wasn't filled, not completely.
Oh, she and Lieutenant Mitchell were trying, certainly, and it wasn't that they'd fallen behind or anything. Duties went on, after all, and one kept on treating patients and monitoring cultures and cooperating with science and all the other little things that needed to be done. Reports were filed, staffing changes put into effect, departmental memos circulated. It just lacked...a certain something. A guiding hand. Thankfully, Pat had never been one to let a void be unfilled, and she and Lieutenant Mitchell were doing their best to keep up with what was necessary, until Starfleet's replacement got to them.
The sooner, the better.
With her shift safely over, however, Pat had retreated to her quarters for a bite to eat, and then--knowing that any messages sent would, inevitably, go there--quickly left again and headed somewhere else, anywhere else, where she could breathe and take a moment's rest.
The botanical gardens were her first choice, and thankfully, they were silent and mostly empty. She heard the slight tap of footsteps from somewhere on the other side of the artificial river when she came in, but she didn't need to wander that far, and honestly had no desire to. Turning to the side instead, she found her way through the warren of paths that formed the gardens.
They'd set them up wonderfully, trying to simulate a planet-side ecosystem as best they could. The plants didn't just sit; they grew, some of them nearly obscuring the racks some of them were on. Those that weren't on racks at all--the larger number, truth be told--were all the better. The sound of the waterfall across the huge room filled her senses as she grew closer, masking the hum of the lights over some of the plants, filling her body with a slight thrum that answered the thundering water. It was at times like this that she truly missed being on a planet all the time, with something of substance beneath her feet, something that was solid and tried, because it had been around for a billion billion years, a hunk of rock that hurtled through space with the sureness of destiny.
What frail shells they'd built in exchange, these things of metal and antimatter that, by some miracle of human ingenuity, kept them afloat on the unseen tides of space.
She laughed a little, brushing her fingers along the furry leaf of some shrub she didn't recognize. It was possibly Etimonian; the colors of it were certainly vibrant enough. She was being silly and philosophical, which usually happened when she got too tired. Yet another sign that she needed to take time to rest. She sank down on a bench that presented itself around a corner. It gave a beautiful view of the waterfall, and she pulled her legs up onto the bench too, leaning back on her hands to stare up at the water. Perhaps this place wasn't moored like a planet might be. But it was alright for all that.
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Oh, she and Lieutenant Mitchell were trying, certainly, and it wasn't that they'd fallen behind or anything. Duties went on, after all, and one kept on treating patients and monitoring cultures and cooperating with science and all the other little things that needed to be done. Reports were filed, staffing changes put into effect, departmental memos circulated. It just lacked...a certain something. A guiding hand. Thankfully, Pat had never been one to let a void be unfilled, and she and Lieutenant Mitchell were doing their best to keep up with what was necessary, until Starfleet's replacement got to them.
The sooner, the better.
With her shift safely over, however, Pat had retreated to her quarters for a bite to eat, and then--knowing that any messages sent would, inevitably, go there--quickly left again and headed somewhere else, anywhere else, where she could breathe and take a moment's rest.
The botanical gardens were her first choice, and thankfully, they were silent and mostly empty. She heard the slight tap of footsteps from somewhere on the other side of the artificial river when she came in, but she didn't need to wander that far, and honestly had no desire to. Turning to the side instead, she found her way through the warren of paths that formed the gardens.
They'd set them up wonderfully, trying to simulate a planet-side ecosystem as best they could. The plants didn't just sit; they grew, some of them nearly obscuring the racks some of them were on. Those that weren't on racks at all--the larger number, truth be told--were all the better. The sound of the waterfall across the huge room filled her senses as she grew closer, masking the hum of the lights over some of the plants, filling her body with a slight thrum that answered the thundering water. It was at times like this that she truly missed being on a planet all the time, with something of substance beneath her feet, something that was solid and tried, because it had been around for a billion billion years, a hunk of rock that hurtled through space with the sureness of destiny.
What frail shells they'd built in exchange, these things of metal and antimatter that, by some miracle of human ingenuity, kept them afloat on the unseen tides of space.
She laughed a little, brushing her fingers along the furry leaf of some shrub she didn't recognize. It was possibly Etimonian; the colors of it were certainly vibrant enough. She was being silly and philosophical, which usually happened when she got too tired. Yet another sign that she needed to take time to rest. She sank down on a bench that presented itself around a corner. It gave a beautiful view of the waterfall, and she pulled her legs up onto the bench too, leaning back on her hands to stare up at the water. Perhaps this place wasn't moored like a planet might be. But it was alright for all that.
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