Hoshi's Quarters, San Francisco, Monday
Hoshi was not happy.
She'd just spent two weeks on a Starfleet-mandated survival course that involved sleeping in a tent, taking orders from the most uptight lieutenant ever, and making do without running water. She was sticky, sweaty, and gross. And that was not about to change anytime soon because she'd returned to an apartment without a working shower.
"Are you kidding me? It's the 22nd century! Haven't we evolved to the point that we no longer have to shut the water off to the whole building to make plumbing repairs?" Hoshi whined to her landlord. It wasn't going to get her shower fixed anytime soon, but Hoshi had a lot of pent-up frustration to let out.
She'd just spent two weeks on a Starfleet-mandated survival course that involved sleeping in a tent, taking orders from the most uptight lieutenant ever, and making do without running water. She was sticky, sweaty, and gross. And that was not about to change anytime soon because she'd returned to an apartment without a working shower.
"Are you kidding me? It's the 22nd century! Haven't we evolved to the point that we no longer have to shut the water off to the whole building to make plumbing repairs?" Hoshi whined to her landlord. It wasn't going to get her shower fixed anytime soon, but Hoshi had a lot of pent-up frustration to let out.