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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[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.

[transwarp_beam]

"Nah, just routine stuff." He grinned, "I won't bore you by talking shop. How's things up in Communications?"

[ohbeyondbelief]

"I've spent the last few days trying to put together a request for a department-wide upgrade," Nyota said, rolling her eyes. "I've had to put together an insane amount of paperwork, and even when that gets sent in, it could be another six months before we even get a response." She shook her head and snorted at the inanity at it all.

"I would be completely lost without the Administrative Department's help. I can't stand paperwork," Nyota laughed.

[transwarp_beam]

"'Paperwork'?" Scotty asked innocently, "Oh, I remember - that thing you con your colleagues into doing for you." He raised his coffee in a mock-toast: "To the lovely people in Admin. They're clearly sick in the head, but better them than us."

[ohbeyondbelief]

"Cheers," Uhura chuckled, miming Scotty's gesture with her own mug. "The extra pay is not worth all the extra work I have to do as department head," Nyota opined.

"It must be a big change for you, though, coming from Delta Vega," she mused. "Did you really get sent there for beaming Admiral Archer's prize beagle?" That particular story had been making it's way through the ship since Scotty came aboard, and Nyota always wondered if it was true. She also wanted to know if he kept an actual distillery hidden in Engineering, but really, how do you go about asking something like that?

[transwarp_beam]

Scotty winced. "Officially, no. Unofficially? Well...I just happened to get transferred to the most inhospitable baltic wasteland in the Federation right after it happened. Hell of a coincidence, eh?"

[ohbeyondbelief]

Nyota nodded sympathetically, taking a sip of her favorite tea. She hated when high-ranking officers took out their annoyances on their subordinates, an injustice she'd had to suffer more than once. Finishing her drink, Nyota glanced down at her PADD, noticing the time was several minutes later than she would have liked it to be.

"If you'll excuse me, Mr. Scott, I've got to go check in with Admin about my request," she said with a smile, pardoning herself from the table. "It was nice talking to you." Gathering her things from the table, she left with a small grin and a wave.