> with nothing to do [ emony | open ]

[thirdhost]

[ have a bored, tall, slender blonde trill with those blue trademark dax eyes walking on the railing of the observation deck's upper level. that's right, she's walking on the railing. oh, how she longs for a balance beam. she's not even holding her hands out to steady herself, having perfected her balance years ago and has her arms crossed over her chest as she walks upon the railing. the starfleet personnel may be able to find ways to keep themselves busy, but a gymnast? not so much. she's not starfleet and while she works towards improving interspecies relations, there's not much to do in that field of interest here, either. emony supposes she could use tobin's mathematical savvy to aid somewhere, but it's not her place to do so. she's a gymnast, not a mathematician.

the gymnast bends forward and supports herself effortlessly on her hands and does what looks like an upside down split, holding the position. boredom, we hates it. ]