Mess Hall - Day 43 (morning) - OPEN
At this time of the morning it was quiet in the mess hall, most people either on-shift or in bed. Though all their most recent crises were well and truly done with, Scotty found he was still having a little trouble getting back onto ship time. Not that it mattered. The briefing for their next mission had just gone out, and though it appeared to be a straightforward diplomatic mission, given their record he had no doubt that it would find a way to go spectacularly pear-shaped.
His plate piled high with a large stack of french toast, he turned to the coffeepot and poured himself a cup. Food of the gods. With tray in hand he headed out into the seating area, an eye out for some company.
His plate piled high with a large stack of french toast, he turned to the coffeepot and poured himself a cup. Food of the gods. With tray in hand he headed out into the seating area, an eye out for some company.