Post by Deleted on May 6, 2010 16:30:38 GMT -8
Morgan had been staying in her quarters since the Klingon incident, but eventually came to realize that the more she stayed hidden, the worse it would get. Rumors were not blocked by closed doors, they actually multiplied faster that way. She ran a brush through her red hair and shook her head at the reflection in the mirror. "You're getting old, Wallace," she said. She placed the silver handled brush back on the small table and attached her combadge to her uniform. Having cleared her schedule for the rest of the day, to keep the curious at bay, she was now feeling restless.
She walked about the ship, ignoring the whispers as she passed. Soon, something else would happen and the incident would cease to be the topic-of-the-day. It was hard to admit she was wrong, yet if she were the counselor Starfleet believed her to be, she had to come to terms with her own failings first and foremost.
It was quite simple. She wanted Dorian. He wanted hot Klingon sex. There was no competing with that. Morgan made a face, then put back her calm expression before entering the mess hall. The small buffet contained a rich creamy pasta dish, the perfect comfort food for moods such as Morgan's. Dishing an extra large helping onto her plate, she looked around. She could position herself at the back of the room, the habitat for the sullen. However, she plopped down at a table directly opposite the door. "Let them come," she thought. With the recent crew changes, she had yet to meet all of the newcomers. Perhaps today was her lucky day. She laughed at that thought. "You haven't been lucky, Morgan, in a long, long time."
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She walked about the ship, ignoring the whispers as she passed. Soon, something else would happen and the incident would cease to be the topic-of-the-day. It was hard to admit she was wrong, yet if she were the counselor Starfleet believed her to be, she had to come to terms with her own failings first and foremost.
It was quite simple. She wanted Dorian. He wanted hot Klingon sex. There was no competing with that. Morgan made a face, then put back her calm expression before entering the mess hall. The small buffet contained a rich creamy pasta dish, the perfect comfort food for moods such as Morgan's. Dishing an extra large helping onto her plate, she looked around. She could position herself at the back of the room, the habitat for the sullen. However, she plopped down at a table directly opposite the door. "Let them come," she thought. With the recent crew changes, she had yet to meet all of the newcomers. Perhaps today was her lucky day. She laughed at that thought. "You haven't been lucky, Morgan, in a long, long time."
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