Posted Dec. 1, 2018, 3:16 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Andromeda Sentrya (Chief Engineer) (Trin S)
“Twenty-four hours.” Sentrya muttered to herself, tapping her fingers along her thigh as she stepped into her quarters, watching as the lights flickered on. “What the hell am I suppose to do for twenty-four hours?” Andromeda was not the kind of woman you would go to for a reading date. She had a problem with sitting still, making her somewhat jumpy at times, especially when she had to rest. In fact, she and her bed had a bit of a foul relationship. She wasn’t exactly the most giving towards their comradery, often avoiding the place as much as she could. However, sometimes, it was impossible for her to do so, and this was one of those days.
Running her temple, she cursed the flu. Drome cast a glance about her quarters, a stink eye shot towards that poor bed. Shaking her head, she headed for the replicator, where she got herself a nice, pipping mug of hot chocolate. Of course, something like tea would have been better, but she wasn’t exaxtly in the mood for flavoured water. Picking up the mug, she settled down upon that bed, kicking off her shoes. Everything was quiet.
Even the soft rumble of the ship around her, seemed to disappear in the sweet melody of science. She didn’t know what to make of it. No. She hated it. “Computer, put on Frank Sinatra.. How about.. Fly Me to the Moon?” It wasn’t her favourite, as ‘Luck be a Lady,’ or ‘My Way’ held that title, but it was a calmer song, one that encourages relaxation with its soft melody.
Leaning against the wall behind her, she pulled over her PaDD, as the genial music of Frank’s baritone voice filled the air. Even if she was confined in here, at least she could catch up on some reading.
Sentrya
CE
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