Mess hall (breakfast-preshift) - Open

[neat_science]

Mornings weren't something that Schuyler liked, even if they weren't true mornings. On a ship there was no sun rising and falling, but there was simulated day and night and unfortunately Schuyler found she still disliked mornings even when they were simulated

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[my_god_man]

God, he hated mornings. The only thing worse were fake mornings. Three days into the voyage now, and Leonard still wasn't adjusting to Life in the Can. He was resolved to not drinking himself to sleep this time, and he still didn't want to hypo up. Really, there was nothing for it. It was a contest of wills.

Too bad he was pitted against his own.

Leonard showed up in Mess for coffee, and coffee alone. While yesterday's lunch had ended up interesting, and Jim's presence always settled his unease with space, he was less sure today about his sociability. And there might not be a Jim to rescue him this time. Leonard started to turn back to the door when he spotted a familiar brunette head. Cavendish. Well, she was a pistol and a half, but she never bothered him none. In fact, they got along great, in a professional sense at least.

Leonard hesitated, remembered he had a report that might be of some interest to her, then proceeded cautiously with a deliberately relaxed smirk in place. It still kinda hurt.

[neat_science]

Taking her second sip of coffee, Schuyler heard the seat opposite her move and looked up with some surprise, blue eyes wide until she recognised the tall form of the ship's Chief Medical Officer. He had a trademark half scowl half smirk in place and she smirked back, mouth curling up in her usual crooked smile.

"Doctor McCoy." she drawled pleasantly, sitting back in her seat and lifting her cup to her lips once more, "This visit social or professional?"

[my_god_man]

"A bit of both, and some of neither. I think you and I are the only sane people at this hour. We've gotta band together."

Part of what Leonard liked about Cavendish was that she was down-to-earth, giving you what you gave. They didn't work in the same departments, but he felt he could be more himself around her. She seemed to welcome him opinions and had a few of her own.

"How are you this fine mornin'." As he sat he noticed her breakfast plate and froze. "... Those aren't the funky eggs from two days before?"

[neat_science]

Unable to help herself she rolled her eyes and gave him a look. "Leo, would I willingly feed myself funky eggs? I do have some modicrum of intelligence and I have no wish to end up in your med-bay at the mercy of you and your grumpiness." She smiled sweetly at him, scooped up some eggs on her fork and popped them into her mouth.

"Mornings are heinous, and I treat them accordingly." Was her succinct response to his earlier question, "How about you?"

[transwarp_beam]

Scotty wandered into the mess hall, thoroughly absorbed in the PADD he was holding. With one hand he absently made what was probably the worst cup of coffee in the history of truly awful cups of coffee. Muttering to himself about impulse vectors, he found a free seat and sank onto it.

[ohbeyondbelief]

Nyota glanced up from her PADD of daily briefings as Engineer Scott sat down across from her, eyes darting quickly as he read his own assignments for the day. He was off in his own little world, talking under his breath about one thing or another. Taking another bite of her fruit salad, Nyota scanned her PADD for any remaining relevance, then set it down beside her.

"Good morning, Mr. Scott," she greeted him, wondering if anything would divert his attention. Even in the short time she'd known him, Nyota had seen how devoted the chief engineer was to the Enterprise.

[transwarp_beam]

Scotty started at the sound of his name and looked up in surprise to see Lieutenant Uhura sitting opposite him. When had that happened? "Good..." he glanced at his watch - huh. Apparently he'd lost eight hours at some point. "...morning, Lieutenant."

[ohbeyondbelief]

"Anything important going on in Engineering today?" She asked, slightly amused at the man's absent-mindedness. Nyota wondered how long he'd been on duty for; he seemed more out of it than usual.