::makes final visual sweep of shuttle bay, satisfied with results...two shuttles as ready for launch as they'll ever be, and two away teams...as ready as they'll ever be::

::offers particularly hard look to former drone when her head turns from jennydelaney, sighing inwardly at returned, painfully innocuousness look::

::glances back over to Baxial...Jetal ( Read more... )

::circles lab table to check mirror_renara and kes_ progress on serum...better than expected, at least ( Read more... )

::ducks back into briefing room after briefly skipping out to...amend the resource manifest::

::pretends not to notice the look on captainchakotay's face...part curiosity and part annoyance::

He can thank me later. I hope.

::takes a seat far, far down the table, leaning over to speak to wife, who mainly looks uncomfortable...the sitting::

Anything exciting happen?

::circles console to check lieutenantkim's readings one more time::

::sighs with restrained satisfaction...nothing worse, but nothing better either::

::moves to slap comm badge and open a channel to engineering, arresting gesture when turbolift doors open, revealing ltcmdrtomparis and miral_paris::

Any updates?

::shifts kelsie_wildman in arms, tilting sensitive ear back away from high pitched squeal of rage::

Aw, come on, don't be fussy...Naomi, come on and get her, I told Vorik I'd be in engineering ten minutes ago!

::jumps at resounding crash from bathroom, before sighing with relief...at least it surprised the screamer into silence::

::holds own breath when door slides ( Read more... )

::runs hand through rebellious hair, quickly lowering it to stifle a yawn...apparently sleep in morning should have been extended to a sleep in day::

::blinks when a blur of mostly orange darts past::

Neelix? Neelix! Where's the fire?

::sighs when Talaxian halts and looks around with even more panic, offering self-translation::

What's the hurry?

::steps into mess, blinking at cacophony...had forgotten it could be so noisy in the morning ( Read more... )

::relaxes hands on cool polymer of computer terminal, pulling eyes away from blank screen to look around dimly lit quarters for the tenth time in as many minutes ( Read more... )

::closes out Ensign Larson's file, adding reminder of next scheduled session to planner ( Read more... )

 ::trails out of own quarters with a grumble, grabbing a handful of candy out of dish on entrance table before doors can shut...Naomi's romantic little touches are worth something, at least::

::shoves mints into mouth in a quick gulp when realization suddenly strikes, reaching up to steady flailing cargo::

::readjusts chubby little legs over ( Read more... )