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Various - Day 47 (afternoon) - [open/unfinished]

Nov 18, 2010 22:57

It was the day before the Ravanna mission and everyone was busy preparing for their assignments. M'Ress was going to be the primary communications officer until Lieutenant Uhura assumed her normal duties. As well as this distinguished role, however, M'Ress still had her regular duties in the Communications Lab. One such duty was running errands ( Read more... )

timeline: day 47, location: various, character: zagri, !nonmission post, character: m'ress

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notacactus November 23 2010, 01:13:10 UTC

Unusually, Jay was working in Lab One today. Normally she would work in Lab Three or Four, but the experiments she was running today required the use of the larger mass spectrometer. She looked up as someone entered the main lab floor; "Hello?"

comm_cat November 28 2010, 03:59:49 UTC

M'Ress often made deliveries to the Science Labs. Usually, she was couriering documents for Commander Spock's attention, as he was both the First Officer and the Chief Science Officer. Stepping into the main lobby of the Science wing, however, she was not greeted by the Vulcan's cool tones. Oh, how nice to meet someone new!

She turned her ears just enough to catch the last echoes of the greeting, which redirected her toward her host. "Hellooo," she replied. M'Ress had seen this individual before. She was hard to miss, in such a pretty green and spiky color. Shiboline didn't know her name, or had forgotten it, though. She tried smiling more like a Human to hide her slip. "I have documents from the Communication Lab."

notacactus November 30 2010, 11:50:14 UTC

Jay looked around for someone else who could deal with this; she was well aware that interaction with others was far from her strong suit. But the preparations for the upcoming mission had disrupted everyone's schedules, and as far as she could tell she was the only person working in the main lab. With a mental sigh of resignation that would have earned a stern reprimand from her mother once upon a time, she pushed her chair out and rose to her feet.

"I can take those," she replied as the crewmember approached. Teeth bared; a smile? An expression of irritation? At least with humans she had some conception of the proper social conventions, haphazard and occasionally confused as it may have been. Uncertainty as to the motives of others, though omnipresent by now, was not something she felt she would ever really get used to.