Mess Hall - Day 37 (evening) - Open
A day on shift after the big fake emergency, and things were trying to be normal again. At least Christine thought they were. It was hard to tell. Five weeks out and nothing had been "normal" yet. But maybe they never would be.
Opting for social opportunity over the benefit of making her own dinner, Christine was in the mess hall after her shift, standing at the replicator, wishing getting a decent plate of rice pilaf wasn't so hard. She wished in between sips of chamomile tea and friendly smiles and greetings at the crew she knew. And she continued to wish until she gave up, and settled on spaghetti. That was really hard to get wrong.
Opting for social opportunity over the benefit of making her own dinner, Christine was in the mess hall after her shift, standing at the replicator, wishing getting a decent plate of rice pilaf wasn't so hard. She wished in between sips of chamomile tea and friendly smiles and greetings at the crew she knew. And she continued to wish until she gave up, and settled on spaghetti. That was really hard to get wrong.