It had been a hard twenty four hours since Q had flung the ship to its present location and the first officer wanted a little time to process her thoughts. That was easiest to do when she stared out at space—its magnitude and sameness were comforting. That being the case, she entered the lounge on the upper deck, got a hot cup of chamomile tea and found a seat at one of the smaller table.
She hadn’t tried to contact her mother yet. The thought of not getting an answer from the older Bray was slightly unnerving to her daughter. Hybridia’s presence had always been there. If it wasn’t now…well, Telana didn’t want to take that emotional crisis on at the present moment.
Instead, she sat quite still, staring out the large windows into the blackness of space, while all the information from the day boiled and bubbled in her mind, working itself together and presenting certain possibilities.
Flint entered 17 forward after the shift he just ensued, reporting complete, updates are given, it was time for a drink.
Having noticed a few crew members around him, all showing the same expressions as each other he went to the bar and took a stool.
Flints background gave him a good readiness for his postings, some up and some down he admitted to himself. While waiting for the tender his mind went back to his mother, lost in duty with similar surroundings of today’s events, memories flooding back unannounced as he tried to push them out of his mind.
- Ensign Locke, Medical Officer
OOC: What time of day would you all say this takes place at?
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