lullabye for a stormy night [ OPEN ]

[auspicions]

[ Nia sits in the music room and stares blankly ahead. Her headache's fading and all the visions of her brother have long since gone. An old Earth song plays in the background and the woman can't help but let out a small sigh. She should be happy that everything is getting back to what passes for normal on this station, but she's left with a

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[for_thecause]

[Jen has heard the music and come to investigate. She's still getting her bearings on the station and trying to avoid people, but music is a balm to her troubled heart, something that helps her forget her often brutal life as a maquis.

When she notices a human sitting there, though, she tenses slightly.]

If you want to be alone...

[auspicions]

[ Nia's startled out of her reverie and looks up at Jen with a slightly shocked expression. ]

O-oh! No... No, it's alright. You can come in, if you like.

[for_thecause]

[Jen nods tersely, then steps into the music room (her hip has almost healed so she's not limping so noticably anymore). It's the first time she's been in there, and her eyes are drawn to the various instruments. There's even a Bajoran belaklavion propped against a wall.

She keeps the other woman in her peripheral vision. It's a habit that's served her well as a fugitive.

She's not exactly one to initiate conversation, so there's an awkward silence.]

[auspicions]

[ Awkward silences are something Nia's used to and they don't bother her as much as they used to. Still, she feels a bit out of sorts as she reaches to change the song. As the music flows around her, she can't help the small smile that crosses her face as she remembers the first time her brother played this one.

"But why are they talking about spaceships? And aren't they called starships?"

The music wasn't exactly her taste, but it was one of the more mellow songs that Tristan had loved so she kept it on and let the almost monotone voice of the singer put her back into her spaced out state. ]

[cross_thedivide]

H-Hey there, Ms. Harness.

[ Dawson stepped timidly into the room. He had been on his way back from Sickbay to his quarters. Of course he just seemed naturally drawn to the music room now. ]

[auspicions]

[ Nia looked up and gave Dawson a slightly strained smile. ]

Hello, Ensign Dawson.

[cross_thedivide]

Everything alright? Well, I mean... besides the whole whale thing.

[auspicions]

It's... just the whale thing, really.