open to anyone.

[in_the_file]

[Cadet Smith has herself situated in the mess hall today. She's just watching the chaos known as Daily Starbase Infinity.]

Comments

keywords relevant damn it~

[sickbay]

[ the holodeck had been almost cleansing. he felt unburdened by the conversation he had with .50, but couldn't stay. he wasn't in need of relaxation as badly his other self was, and decided to leave him to himself. plus, there's the fact that he's hungry.

his expression is fairly placid when he enters, which is a change from the permanent scowl he's affixed for the past few days. his eyes stay ahead of him, so he doesn't notice linette until he's got his chicken sandwich (simple food so as to not clash with the simple setting he'd just left) and is looking for a place to sit. he certainly doesn't mind sitting with her - he's actually curious what she knows about him, or the other version of him. ]

Afternoon, Cadet.

you know, tacos can mean different things~

[in_the_file]

[linette turns her attention to mccoy as he takes a seat at the table with her. she's pleasantly surprised that someone has decided to eat with her, but shares a smile. normally things with her and mccoy are a bit less formal, so she assumes this is the other mccoy she has met.]

Afternoon, Doctor.

oh, are you a xenolinguist now too?

[sickbay]

[ he gives her a good-spirited nod. no tribbles today, no depressed ex-girlfriends, no explosive fights with himself. it might actually be shaping his mood into something less than unpleasant. ]

Not hungry, I'm guessing.

a xenolinguist of all the diseases that can kill you in five seconds. <3

[in_the_file]

More like I don't know what I want to eat. That's sort of typical with me.

[she glances down at his food.]

Southern Styled?

I ASSUME THIS IS POST-CAMPING

[icanhaslogic]

[As he moves what one could almost call gracefully through the mess hall, Spock spots a semi-familiar face and stops.]

Caedt Smith, correct?

YOU ASSUME RIGHT.

[in_the_file]

Commander Spock. [she stands at the table, at attention.]

OKAY THEN

[icanhaslogic]

I believe that I have stated in the past that that is not necessary.

o/

[in_the_file]

I thought you just meant, y'know, with the Tribbles and...

[slowly sinks back down onto the bench.]

[starfleetdata]

*Data has been going up to people and asking about them, trying to find out more about this place, and if there's a pattern among the people here. So he decides to walk up to Cadet Smith because his mun loves House so very much and an OC with 13 icons is amazing she doesn't seem to be doing anything else.*

Hello, Cadet. May I ask you a few questions?

[in_the_file]

Huh? [she turns and looks at Data. Gold, command. good GOOD who doesn't love 13?]

Of course, sir.

[kukalaka_n_me]

You seem to be quite the keen observer.

[in_the_file]

[Smith turns her head to him.]

I always thought that was what made the best doctors, Julian.

[kukalaka_n_me]

Observation. Intuition. Decisiveness. The ability to think outside the box. Compassion.

I should think there are many attributes which make up the best of us.

But perhaps I should rephrase that and say, you look like you're having fun watching people. Studying the human condition, so to speak.

[in_the_file]

It's a pastime.

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy from .50 has also returned from after the camping trip and enters the mess hall. He notices the kid sitting at one of the tables and approaches.]

Cadet Smith.

[in_the_file]

Doctor McCoy.

[hippocraticly]

[He sits down opposite her.]

Busy?

[in_the_file]

Not really. Just doing the usual. [glances up and down] You?