Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 17:21:29 GMT -8
T'selis was moving at a moderately quick pace down the hallway toward the Tavern. The entire station had gone on red-alert, and the shaded gray and mechanically decorated walls were lit with a dim, eerie glow. T'selis breathed slowly despite her pace in order to correct herself, intending to calm the anxious tendency that would have been produced.
At this moment she found it would have been very efficient if she had with her presently a tricorder, in order to both get an analytical read that could give her some intel on this situation, and else to distract herself. She found as an engineer that keeping her mind busy was a good way to take her thoughts from present events, or things that had the potential to trouble her.
It was for this same reason that she was avoiding the topic of her inability to board the Talon due to an urgent emergency.
Finally her eyes caught the sight of the darkened automatic doors that were the entrance to the Tavern, and she gave herself a final sprint, similar to those ancient human traditions involving a game called 'Baseball', where before finishing a home run at the last plate the runner took a dive in order to reduce his time, not wanting to delay his victory any longer.
T'selis decided that she knew far too much about this subject matter and resolved to occupy her past-times with a more productive study.
The Vulcan half-skidded as she entered the facility, the doors opening wide in a way that seemed less like a welcome but more of an, 'Enjoy yourself; you asked for it'. Perhaps T'selis was only interpreting too far into this one miniscule occurrence. In fact, the second she thought over it, she realized how illogical such an analysis had been.
I shall note that to myself later, she thought.
However, the moment she took first glance into the room, she found that the inferred message of the doorway appeared valid.
There was a very red-faced Cardassian, and three pale-faced humans: a bartender, and two engineers.
The Cardassian looked as though he'd fought with a Klingon, and the rest seemed like they'd encountered a ghost, as illogical as that may be.
T'selis's first instinct was to wait for them to greet her; perhaps it was not a good idea to make the first move.
Despite this, she walked slowly over to the four, whilst noticing out of the corner of her eye the strangely darkened windows and the sound of thumping, and dipped her head to each in their turn.
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At this moment she found it would have been very efficient if she had with her presently a tricorder, in order to both get an analytical read that could give her some intel on this situation, and else to distract herself. She found as an engineer that keeping her mind busy was a good way to take her thoughts from present events, or things that had the potential to trouble her.
It was for this same reason that she was avoiding the topic of her inability to board the Talon due to an urgent emergency.
Finally her eyes caught the sight of the darkened automatic doors that were the entrance to the Tavern, and she gave herself a final sprint, similar to those ancient human traditions involving a game called 'Baseball', where before finishing a home run at the last plate the runner took a dive in order to reduce his time, not wanting to delay his victory any longer.
T'selis decided that she knew far too much about this subject matter and resolved to occupy her past-times with a more productive study.
The Vulcan half-skidded as she entered the facility, the doors opening wide in a way that seemed less like a welcome but more of an, 'Enjoy yourself; you asked for it'. Perhaps T'selis was only interpreting too far into this one miniscule occurrence. In fact, the second she thought over it, she realized how illogical such an analysis had been.
I shall note that to myself later, she thought.
However, the moment she took first glance into the room, she found that the inferred message of the doorway appeared valid.
There was a very red-faced Cardassian, and three pale-faced humans: a bartender, and two engineers.
The Cardassian looked as though he'd fought with a Klingon, and the rest seemed like they'd encountered a ghost, as illogical as that may be.
T'selis's first instinct was to wait for them to greet her; perhaps it was not a good idea to make the first move.
Despite this, she walked slowly over to the four, whilst noticing out of the corner of her eye the strangely darkened windows and the sound of thumping, and dipped her head to each in their turn.
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