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Who: Fran Lynch & whoever shows up
Where: Engineering
What: Fran's first day on the job
Fran gave a mental grimace of irritation as she caught herself toying with the hem of her shirt again. She was trying not to fidget like a nervous cadet, really she was. Her efforts were slightly hindered by the fact that she felt like a nervous cadet. She knew her job; would have gone so far as to say she was good at her job. But this wasn't just any ship she was transferring to. This was the Enterprise, and the prospect of working with the very cream of the Fleet was enough to make anyone feel inadequate.
"Don't panic," she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror sternly. "You don't have to impress anyone. Just do your job and don't screw up. You can do that." The woman in the mirror gave her a slightly half-hearted attempt at a smile and nodded. Fran took a deep breath. Right. First shift. Better get moving.
"Cheer up, luv," she added when her reflection didn't look terribly reassured. "We're going to do just fine."
Making her way out of her quarters and down towards the engineering deck, she was reassured by the efficient bustle around her and the soft vibration of the deck under her feet. Maybe it wouldn't be so very different from life aboard the USS Hargreave after all.
By the time she arrived in engineering she was feeling a bit better about life in general. She took another breath and looked around. First step: find someone to report to. After that she had a feeling things would work themselves out.
Where: Engineering
What: Fran's first day on the job
Fran gave a mental grimace of irritation as she caught herself toying with the hem of her shirt again. She was trying not to fidget like a nervous cadet, really she was. Her efforts were slightly hindered by the fact that she felt like a nervous cadet. She knew her job; would have gone so far as to say she was good at her job. But this wasn't just any ship she was transferring to. This was the Enterprise, and the prospect of working with the very cream of the Fleet was enough to make anyone feel inadequate.
"Don't panic," she told her reflection in the bathroom mirror sternly. "You don't have to impress anyone. Just do your job and don't screw up. You can do that." The woman in the mirror gave her a slightly half-hearted attempt at a smile and nodded. Fran took a deep breath. Right. First shift. Better get moving.
"Cheer up, luv," she added when her reflection didn't look terribly reassured. "We're going to do just fine."
Making her way out of her quarters and down towards the engineering deck, she was reassured by the efficient bustle around her and the soft vibration of the deck under her feet. Maybe it wouldn't be so very different from life aboard the USS Hargreave after all.
By the time she arrived in engineering she was feeling a bit better about life in general. She took another breath and looked around. First step: find someone to report to. After that she had a feeling things would work themselves out.