Jul 17, 2004 20:26
All is not lost; apparently the USS Forty-Seven won't lose structural integrity just yet. That is, Melanin has finally arrived, is sober, and much less irritating than she was the first night I met her. When I got back to the response centre this afternoon, after handing over the program for the new LMH to the Medical staff (the male nurse I talked to was thrilled to have the help, and vaguely cute; the female nurse who overheard the discussion began to drool--why? It's only Bashir, and only a hologram) she had cleaned the room! And refrained from kissing Boromir (the only LOTR poster I've kept on the wall--Sean Bean is sexy, and Quen didn't drool over him, so I can tolerate 'im).
Five minutes later:
...OH. THAT's why Mel doesn't lust after Boromir. Oh, well, at least we both have Gondor heritage. That's better than her being a 21st-century girl dropped into M.E., I guess. Not that you would know it from the amount of glitter the kid exudes!
(Yes, kid! It seems Miss Butterfly here is two years younger than me. Which is a nice change from having a partner who was older than me yet less experienced.)
Off to file paperwork on our first mission. Or rather to re-file it; the records folks don't mind if we turn in mission logs that aren't in English (this place is multi-continuum, after all) but they do mind if half the thing is in two different languages. Specifically, in Trill written in Cyrillic characters. Oh, the trials of being hexilingual!