Feb 01, 2011 23:03
It's my bedtime. Here, have a random drabble!
The girl who had quite mysteriously popped up through the transporters gave one look at the bridge and seemed mortified. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone as of yet. "Lens Flare Generators, Off." And suddenly the light dimmed down to a- dare I say it- NORMAL level. Everyone was mystified, rubbing their eyes and the now less-blindingly-bright room. Everyone, including Spock, turned to stare [some open-mouthed] at her sheer brilliance. "I... must admit, I didn't expect that to work. But really, who designs a starship with lights blaring in your eyes and virtually every angle?!" She flailed her arms to try and show her point.
random,
cold,
drabble