#owedfavors

[frthestars]

#una said to la'an, "this can wait until a reasonable hour," @owedfavors

Lips purse, pressing together in a subtle move that most wouldn't rate.

La'an knows that it won't go missed; Una knows her well enough to read the slight shift in expression as annoyance. If if it were anyone else, it might be read as defiance.

"I wouldn't have come if I thought so," she says, though she offers no justification for her claim.

[archive-storytelers]

❛⠀ well, this is a surprise, ❜⠀ he says, stepping aside to let her in. perhaps it would've been wiser to hold back, skip any comment that might spook her back to her own quarters, but if there is one thing he's learned about commander evers, and it might just be one thing, it's that honesty is the path of least resistance, even when it might appear at first glance to be impolite. ❛⠀ i was expecting your apologies any moment now. ❜⠀

˚ · .✧ – starter call / @owedfavors

[fyrewalks]

"When have I ever cheated?" // @owedfavors

La'an pops a cookie on her mouth, unconcerned for once about the crumbs that tumble onto her shirt, as she thinks. Una expects La'an to simply call her out, direct and to the point.

But they are both off duty; this is meant to be fun, not work.

"I could site no less than three examples," she says smugly, "But I'm sure you'll just dismiss them all out of hand."

[cptnpike]

The scent of pepper and garlic wafted up from the pot, condensation dripping down as he sat the lid to the side, dipping a piece of bread into the broth to get a taste of it. Unbearably and unusually spicy, the sort of sting that made weaker men swear their taste buds were just burned off; he almost agreed with them, but the person he was waiting for lost her taste buds ages ago — at least that was the impression her massacre of his dishes left him with.

Tonight, there was no need. He made it as terrible as she liked, and why not add a little culinary torture along to the grilling he was about to receive?

Putting the lid back on, he lowered the temperature of the stove, checked on the dessert, signed his medical power-of-attorney and opened a bottle of wine, in that order. It took less than a minute from her bedroom door to his; he calculated it would take her five minutes to get to his bedroom, giving her time to ready herself and step away from what she was doing, even, hopefully, not to have her head stuck in a padd (even if that would leave him with a pot of uneatable chilli).

It only took three minutes for the door to ding.

❛⠀⠀ Enter,⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ he said to the computer, throwing a towel over his shoulder as the doors swung open, a calm smile greeting her.⠀ ⠀ ❛⠀⠀ Come on in, Number One. Grab a drink.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀

@owedfavors

[nursc-arc]

@owedfavors asked: "can i ask you why you are wearing that?"

❛⠀⠀ you are here, finally. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ christine says in lieu of a reply, a touch frazzled, eyebrows drawn together at the top of her nose, lips twisted in an uncomfortable, serious line. not even the warmth from the gold uniform, the way it captures the softer, golden hues colors of her hair, can bridge the gap between the nervous creature now grabbing una’s hand — piercing that invisible shield that tells everyone to keep their distance — and the usual charming, warm nurse chapel.

so fair, captaincy of the enterprise doesn't suit her.

without missing a beat, she starts tugging the first officer in the direction of the captain’s ready room, slightly self-conscious from the looks they are getting. it is a weird sight, to be sure, but do they need to be so obvious about it?

❛⠀⠀ we… something happened while you were away. ⠀ ❜

PROMPTS FROM NOTTING HILL

[conflictaverse]

@owedfavors ;; starter call

"It's not a problem for me." Sam shrugs dismissively, maybe a little too casually. She intimidates him, but he'd rather not show it.

"I don't need everyone to like me. As long as I get my job done. Did he say there's something wrong with my job performance?"

[stcrmhund]

@owedfavors asked: I have a suggestion, that’s all... I have a list of suggestions. ( I couldn't help it... )

❛⠀⠀⠀Should I attempt to feign surprise? ⠀ ❜⠀⠀⠀Ever since he picked her up on his ship, or she maneuvered him into finding there ( they had some disagreements on his level of free will that day ), Una seemed to have an opinion about everything that had to do with his ship.⠀⠀⠀

Why she was here, where she came from, and what she wanted from him remained a mystery;⠀⠀⠀all she wanted to talk about, or, more accurately, all she wanted to talk about with him, was about the ship.⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀The floor is yours ⠀ ❜⠀⠀

[starstcff-z]

The perfectly logical proposal for quantifying something that's been assumed to be impossible to measure since the start of human civilization is such an Una answer that all Christopher can do is laugh and shake his head. ❛ Of course. ❜ his lack of a prompt answer does not quantify a lack of interest; the subject is too close to another unquantifiable force he has been fighting against since the beginning of his life for him to take a few seconds to ponder over it.

❛ I'm sure we could one day. But I hope we don't, that whoever figures out the equation hides it in his broom closet. ❜ everything in their time can be explained by science. The exact phenomena and events that needed to come to pass for this planet to exist at this exact point in space, for the sand on this beach to become such a striking color of white were no longer a mystery; scientists had done their work removed all the magic of the unknown. Everything could be predicted, except fate. ❛ Our lives should not be predictable. Imagine how bored you'd be if there was no unexpected event on your horizon waiting for you. ❜

It was the unexplainable that kept them exploring.

❛ On that point, I agree with you. I'll let fate take the reign with everything else, but emotion? That is ours. ❜

@owedfavors • continued from here