i guess i must be having fun.

Pff. Even if you were on duty I wouldn’t do that. I’ve already got everything right here with me.

[He gestures behind him, on a table a couple of cans. Then he reaches for one, for her.]

Felt I’d make myself comfortable now that I can, you know?

How are you doing?

[She pauses, before reaching out, cracking open a can, and taking a sip without hesitating. Christ. It's been a long day.]

Fine. I mean, better now that everyone's shut up some. [She taps at her temple, trying to indicate maybe a bit too much in a single gesture.] Too much headnoise. Makes some empaths more sensitive, but it just drives me nuts.

Well I don’t know about y’all but…

…I’m going to drink.

...Yeah, same.

Don't make me get it for you. I'm off duty. I swear.

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Oh, yeah, it was me. I’m having trouble finding an old report on the geology of Gdhar II. Do you think you could find it in the archives? [Her tone was brisk and professional, but there was a hint of warmth in her gaze.]

Yeah, okay. [She gave a noncommittal nod before moving to one of the consoles, pulling up the archive database and finding the right keywords. Geology—as obscure as it was weird as hell.

Eventually she found something that matched the vague search terms, and waited for what felt like ages for the document to load, before showing the woman the front page of the document.] This is all I could find, so tell me it’s the right thing.

#c: kiara

Someone messaged me, but the stupid comm network is down. Was it any of you?

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entrmary

Both!

With or without nuts.

Um, okay. Milk with nuts.

Where did you get these?

#c: mary

Well. She said she could miss but he could’ve sworn he saw that bright glowing tip very much pointing at the spot right below his nose. Could’ve been his growing fear of pretty much everything at that point, but that was a thing for another time. Goddammit, he hated space so much.

Sam only asked for a sample of those guys, maybe a little chat -or an attempt at one, at least- then he’d be done. But no no, of course not, it was just his luck. The Kirk luck.

Whatever. He let his hands fall down to his sides, swing a bit, before he was crossing his arms and forcing his shoulders to drop, his stance to loosen up a bit. “At least you got one. I think I’m supposed to have one. I’m not even sure. Anyway, yeah,” he looked back at the hall again. “But I kinda wanted to leave a bit early and check on my wife, that sort of thing.”

Running away from his responsibilities, some would call it, maybe. Something he was good at. It would’ve made him grin ruefully but now it was just an unnecessary punch to the gut, and damn, it hurt.

Fuck. “Aren’t you supposed to be… somewhere else? I don’t even know where you normally hang out.” With the Commander Greeny, probably? “What are you up to?”

"I'm supposed to be with the commander, but you know something?" She ran her fingers over the pistol once more before letting her hands swing by her side awkwardly. "I've never met him. Not even once. I just get his messages and do what he says."

Linda wrinkled her nose, realizing that was probably the most words she'd said at once to anyone aboard. Whatever--he was a nice enough guy. It was weird to call him a friend, since they'd never really sought each other out; just ended up in the same place.

"Where's your wife?" She knew he obviously had one, but had never actually heard anything about her. There were plenty of married crewmen aboard, gold bands in abundance. Matching them was always a different story. She remembered the Kzin with the barely noticeable ring, but decided against it. "Nothing's going on on these decks."

Of course he’d been careless, distracted, and so the loud rattling of the chairs had startled him enough to make him feel like the biggest idiot in the ship -perhaps it was true but that was a matter to discuss some other time- and his heart beat with the intensity of a thousand drums, and he’d probably jumped and given himself away.

A scene from which he flew away as soon as he gained a sliver of reason, and he tried to think of anything but the fact that he could’ve risked catching their attention—

He skidded to a stop when the form of the yeoman appeared in front of him, instinctively raising his hands to show he would do no harm. Admittedly, wincing the moment he saw the phaser.

He should’ve had one. Just because he spent his days in Sciences did not mean he shouldn’t get his own to cover his own ass. He should probably get one.

Sam tried breathing out, looking back at the direction which he’d come from, before looking back at (Linda?) and blinking several times, in what he could only later recall as surprise and some sort of relief. “If you’re gonna shoot me at least don’t shoot the face. I want to be remembered by how beautiful I was.”

She saw the familiar glint of blue eyes and relaxed slightly, but was far from letting her guard down--she took her hands away from the pistol in her belt instead, muttering some apology. Her name was on the tip of her tongue--Sam, Sam something, maybe he didn't give a last name. Or if he did, it had been something forgettable.

Linda stepped out of the hall, leaning against the corner of the corridor with her arms crossed. "I'd probably miss." There would have been some humor beneath it if not for her delivery. "They just told me to carry one. Just in case." She rolled her eyes at the memory of the officer, certain he was doing her a favor instead of handing her a deadly weapon.

She glanced back down the hall and relaxed again, finally looking over Sam with the same skeptical glare. "So what are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in Sciences?"

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“You know how to use a phaser, Yeoman?”

“Yeah.”

“Then take it, just to stay safe.”

Her father always liked to brag what a good shot he was, but he never taught Linda how to use a phaser on her own; mostly because Mom would have read him the riot act, and the little time they spent together would be easily halved.

So when the security officer, a deep-voiced Bolian, handed her the pistol, she turned it over in her hands once or twice before sticking it in her belt. The fact that staying safe was even a foreseeable issue was enough to make her worry; as if her skin wasn't crawling with a thousand other things, thoughts and words in her general direction she'd picked up passing by.

Easy was one of them. It was terrifying being surrounded by people your age, when you could hear bits and pieces of their thoughts and the overwhelming rush of empathy, and when those people didn't look at you like a commander's daughter. Like you were easy, followed by the rush of endorphins from his brain to hers. Carnality. Fuckboy.

It was an isolated incident, of course, but it fogged her mind even after weeks. So much that it still clouded over her when she made her way down a hall, lit a touch dimmer, warmer.

There was a clatter, some yelling, maybe a deck down, and the sound of someone coming down the hall. She sidled the wall at once, her hand reaching for the pistol--not like she'd do anything with it, she realized, but it was better than nothing.

entrmary

[Mary was nervous, fiddling with her hair as she sat down and watched people pass by her in the hallway. She had chocolate bars, and called out to someone passing, holding out the chocolate.]

Can I offer you some chocolate in these troubling times?

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[Linda eyed her warily, before approaching her. Technically, the ship was in a state of emergency, and it was her job to keep everyone calm until Miss Rand—or, God forbid, Felix—showed up, but some seemed more willing to do the work themselves.]

The milk kind or the dark kind?

#c: mary

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Why didn't you go to the Academy?

Because it sounded boring and stupid.

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"Sorry," for not knowing anything about those braid-y things or what they meant, or any occupations, because he couldn’t get into the Academy. Of course. But he had to pretend like he did. "Well—that’s a good guess, I guess. Look, it’s my first ship, it’s rough, sorry if I pissed you off or something." Maybe she just had a resting bitch face, he had absolutely no idea, but it was absolutely making him uneasy, the way she looked at him.

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"You didn't." She seemed a little startled at such an accusation, although she knew that the look of concentration on her face could have misled anyone. "Yet. Maybe. I don't know."

She wrinkled her nose and then shrugged. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. What do you do, exactly?"

#c: thomas

As far as he knew, officer or not, he wasn’t told a whole lot. “Being an officer doesn’t mean they tell us everything, especially when we’re not that important,” he explained, glancing the girl over. “And—I don’t know why they’d tell you. I don’t know, you could hear something?” Fuck all, this girl was beyond difficult.

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Linda wrinkled her nose, as was habit when trying to get a read on someone--he frustrated with her, sure. She was full aware she was being vague on purpose. And, well, fuck him, for the lack of patience.

"I'm a yeoman, sir, not a spy. Either way, it's obviously not coming up soon enough for it to be announced. Beta quadrant is my best guess."

#c: thomas

"I’m going to assume you don’t know when our next surface trip is, then?"