He refused to go to the medical lab.  He honestly was not that ill.  He remained at his desk, typing almost furiously, never halting his pursuit of knowledge.  It was a cold, he mused, or perhaps a flu.  A little pain, a little cough.  It wasn't uncommon for him to work himself into an illness.  Forsaking food and comfort, he moved deeper and ( Read more... )

Silken Floss had been working, though the ship did not contain an abundance of medical cases, she spent her time in the medical bay, researching and learning about the new technology around her. She had gotten up only for a moment to stretch but when she returned to her console the computer would not respond to her commands. It in fact would not ( Read more... )

Sirrus sat at the corner table in the cafe.  He faced outward so as to watch the crowd if he so chose, but he was preoccupied at the moment.  His journal was open, his hand flying across the page so fast it was a wonder he was writing anything coherent.  His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows to avoid the ink that always seemed to get in the most ( Read more... )

Seven bustled around his room, scrounging for bits and bobs and such that he could take off to the laboratory, eagerly diving into unravelling this mystery of some entire universe that he had no idea about. Which, of course, would have been considerably easier with a TARDIS but the only TARDIS was the one belonging to his younger self and there ( Read more... )

Sirrus sighed, head resting on his desk, hand grasping a cup of tea as though he were trying to squeeze the life out of it. His pounding headache reminded him of last night's tavern escapades, though he couldn't remember half of it anyway. He vaguely remembered a man with an H on his forehead named Rimmer. Rimmer was not in his room the next ( Read more... )

Vila had a good idea. An excellent idea, actually. Because Rimmer needed something to do, and if he didn't come up with something to do he would wind up on the lowest rung of the ladder, futzing about with station maintenance ( Read more... )

ooc: I've never written anything for Lennier before - not even fic - so apologies if I don't get the voice right or screw up with canon somewhere :)

( cut for length and spoilers for season 4 of B5 )

Director Sirrus

Sirrus studied the gold etched nameplate on the door. Director? He had merely been browsing the vast library that the station held - having been quickly driven to boredom in his own room - when he found this office in one corner of the main room. He had not applied for this job, nor did he want it. What he wanted was to leave.

He ( Read more... )

Sirrus awoke ( Read more... )