Personal Quarters - Day 36 (early morning) - [private/unfinished]
Another early morning, this time waking up to some light jazz. Leonard had felt he'd need it to help face the day ahead after yesterday's business. He'd seriously contemplated taking the day off, giving people -- Christine, precisely -- a chance to settle down more. Had decided he needed to own up to what he'd done. Even if it was for the betterment of the crew. He still believed it was the best way to gage if the ship was truly ready for another clusterfuck. God knows that now they were on the road again, they were sure to run into the real things.
So he'd dragged his groggy ass into the shower -- maybe he'd had a tad too much kick while kicking back last night -- and prepared for work. More like girded his loins for battle.
He was now sitting at his computer, going through an inbox full of messages. Some from people who communicated with him regularly, some as needed, some he'd never heard from before. The previews all showed a similar theme to their content.
Oh joy, he'd risen to infamy now. He could add that to his Grumpy-ass CMO mystique.
Leonard was weeding through them all, hoping for a message from Joanna -- he hadn't heard from her since his last message three weeks ago -- when he heard the telling beeps. His doorlock, being overridden. He had just enough time to turn around, take a fortifying swallow of coffee -- he'd bought a coffeemaker for himself while shopping for Sickbay -- when a blur of blond and gold came sputtering into his quarters.
"Jim, there is somethin' called a door comm, ya know?"
So he'd dragged his groggy ass into the shower -- maybe he'd had a tad too much kick while kicking back last night -- and prepared for work. More like girded his loins for battle.
He was now sitting at his computer, going through an inbox full of messages. Some from people who communicated with him regularly, some as needed, some he'd never heard from before. The previews all showed a similar theme to their content.
Oh joy, he'd risen to infamy now. He could add that to his Grumpy-ass CMO mystique.
Leonard was weeding through them all, hoping for a message from Joanna -- he hadn't heard from her since his last message three weeks ago -- when he heard the telling beeps. His doorlock, being overridden. He had just enough time to turn around, take a fortifying swallow of coffee -- he'd bought a coffeemaker for himself while shopping for Sickbay -- when a blur of blond and gold came sputtering into his quarters.
"Jim, there is somethin' called a door comm, ya know?"