Be careful of your thoughts [Open]

[illhaveyourmind]

Characters: Deanna and anyone on the Amestris
Content: Pleased after her success with the monster fiasco, the newest Quartermaster makes her rounds of the ship.
Setting: The Amestris, please put location in the tagline.
Time: After the painting monster thing is over
Warnings: Creepy as all hell seekrit telepath? Prepare to have your emotions

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Records Room

[the19thchief]

With the whole monster fiasco, Huang Rong was once again left with nothing to do.

Well, nothing interesting, anyway.

She placed another sheet of paper on the 'completed' pile with a short huff. If she had known how boring a Records Keeper's job was, she would have chosen something else.

[illhaveyourmind]

Arriving at the next little stop on her rounds, Deanna knocked at the door. Sharply. Waiting for just a moment, she opened the door.

Noticing the one rather bored looking young woman at the desk, she nodded politely. "Am I interrupting?" Frankly, Deanna didn't much care if she was or not, but politeness was ingrained in her -to a certain point, anyway.

[the19thchief]

"Would it matter if I said, 'yes'?" Because while politeness might have been ingrained into Deanna to a certain point, to Hunag Rong it was generally a thing that other people did. She wasn't actually annoyed though, she was just being difficult.

[illhaveyourmind]

She smiled. It wasn't a particularly nice one, but Deanna's manners only went so far. Particularly when her work was concerned. "Not particularly, no."

[the19thchief]

She smiled back, the expression almost mockingly sweet, "Then why bother asking at all?"

But Huang Rong set the pen she was writing with down, "Well? What do you want?"

And please tell me it's more interesting than paperwork. She thought idly.

[illhaveyourmind]

With a chuckle, she realized she liked this young woman already. "Some on this ship prefer at least the illusion of courtesy. Never much cared for it, myself, but needs must..."

She entered the room fully, looking about the space while all the time keeping her eyes on the young woman before her. "Deanna Troi," she said by way of introduction. "Quartermaster. I've come to check on your status after the recent outbreak of attacks."

[the19thchief]

She noticed the way Deanna walked into the room. The way she carried herself, and the way her attention didn't really leave Huang Rong. This wasn't a person to be trifled with.

Then again, she had basically grown up around people like that, so she couldn't say she was particularly impressed. Then again, she wasn't on her case immediately for being rude, and that automatically made her less of an annoyance than some of the other people she's met.

"Huang Rong. Records Keeper...obviously."

As for the other thing she mentioned...thankfully, the records room was always locked at night, and as such had escaped being damaged. However, ever since the whole monster attacks had started, the complaints had started pouring in, and had only gotten marginally better since the culprit had been caught.

"We're almost done processing the last of the complaints." She made a face and gestured at the pile of papers beside her.

[illhaveyourmind]

Having already established their mutual dislike of protocol and pleasantries, Deanna skipped the 'pleased to meet you' bit. She also saw little point in probing emotions or thoughts at the current moment, and so did not.

She glanced at the stack of papers, and came a bit closer, rifling through them but not upsetting their order. "'Missing item', 'broken personal property', ...'desire compensation for injuries'? Oh, this is ridiculous. Do you get these often?"

Her attention was back on Huang. If her expression had a name, it would be called 'You must be joking.'

[the19thchief]

Huang Rong's answering sniff, seemed to say, 'Unfortunately: no.'

Never mind that she had posted on the network about similar things herself, but there were two important differences. One: she had lost her shoes while in defense of the ship and not because she was stupid enough to wander out or leave her door unlocked. Two: it was her doing it.

"Only when things go wrong...which happens more often than you'd think." She was starting to suspect that there was a reason for that, but that was for another time.

"It's not like any of it would have happened if they'd just stayed put and out of the way."

[illhaveyourmind]

Deanna certainly recalled seeing that post to the network, and its complaint. But she made no indication of being aware of the double standard.

She sighed a little. "Most people do not usually think before going off and acting like imbeciles, even when things go wrong." She returned the complaints where she had found them, and regarded Huang, intrigued. "Where do these complaints go once they've been filed?"

She had a feeling she knew. She had a feeling it was probably to her. And the other Quartermasters. Being in charge of supply distribution, it would make sense.