> in the garden. [ open | deven | smith ]
[ Smith still swore up and down that whoever made detoxing should have been stabbed in the eye. With something really hot and sharp. She could only handle Sickbay for so long, and the McCoy from .58 had gone out to the bar. Her condition improved so she excused herself from Sickbay too. Though she figured that if she didn't make it back before him, he'd run around like a mad man trying to find her.
Though in her wandering she had found a small inside garden. It was a circular room with a island in the center filled with various plants. Various parts of the room had other types, including a large tree. The tiny slow waterfall coming from the center island echoed through out the empty room.
Taking a breath, she sat under the tree. Dressed in loose civilian clothing, Smith decided to take the time to clear her head. She still wanted to be close to the McCoy from .58. Why she did, she wasn't sure. Despite the two being the same person from only eight days apart... there was something different about the two. ]
Though in her wandering she had found a small inside garden. It was a circular room with a island in the center filled with various plants. Various parts of the room had other types, including a large tree. The tiny slow waterfall coming from the center island echoed through out the empty room.
Taking a breath, she sat under the tree. Dressed in loose civilian clothing, Smith decided to take the time to clear her head. She still wanted to be close to the McCoy from .58. Why she did, she wasn't sure. Despite the two being the same person from only eight days apart... there was something different about the two. ]