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Exactly fifteen minutes ago Marion had finally finished the beginnings of a project she had dove into. First she had to teach herself some basic programming which may have led to her pretty much hiding in her room. Not that she would call it hiding but that was pretty much exactly what it was.

She has left the holodeck with a PADD in hand. Marion is looking forward to taking a load off and maybe even relaxing. The opening chapter is done with and has really set the stage for the holo novel she is going to be working on.

She may have had a bit of fun with it. Marion may have even dressed in character just a bit for fun. Marion is a bit distracted by how pleased she is that she doesn't notice the one person she had decided to distance herself from.

Things would go so much better for her if she could just put the whole thing out of her own mind but Marion has terrible luck in that area.

"Deck seven." She doesn't look up from the PADD in her hand. She is still going over the last bit of coding and hasn't even considered the fact that eventually her luck is going to run out.

((ooc: This is plot locked to Dylan Hunt and Marion Scotts. Back dated to during the V-Day shenanigans.))

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He almost lets the turbolift go. Almost just waits and calls another one to go back to his quarters so he doesn't have to share a lift with Marion. But it's not like he (or Marion) has done anything to be ashamed of.

He'd noticed, of course, that she's been avoiding him. It would be kind of hard not to notice; on a ship this size, just not encountering each other for a while is possible, but he knows the difference between that and outright avoiding.

That's fine. If Marion doesn't want to talk to him, she doesn't have to.

So he follows her into the lift and crosses his arms, remaining silent for her sake.

She is pretty well absorbed in her PADD. She barely looks up even if suddenly Marion is aware she is not alone.

She just can't bring herself to look at him. She might forget what she is trying to do. Marion knows just how bad she is at sticking to any sort of plan.

"Deck seven." She expects it to tart moving shortly but suddenly... something shakes. She nearly loses her hold on the PADD and just looks up slowly.

What.

His instinct, still, even after so long on board the Enterprise, is still to call for Andromeda, still to ask his ship what the hell just happened. The turbolift shakes, and Dylan feels himself tense as his eyes go up to the ceiling of the lift.

It's not moving.

"Computer, deck seven!" he repeats.

Nothing.

He tries the door. Also nothing.

"This is not good."

It's starting to become a pattern when he and Marion get into a room together, since that awful day when the holodeck had conjured up Sara's ghost for him. For them.

It's only then that he turns to look, more fully, at Marion. He blinks at what she's wearing, but the important thing is the look on her face. It's not impressed.

Nope. It is an expression that could best be described as spooked. She clear;y didn't expect this to happen at all. Marion goes from spooked to looking almost puzzled.

She had expected some kind of screeching sound from the kind of gears and parts she still expects to see used. They aren't used anymore in this day and age so any sounds she expected to be there are not but it still doesn't change the fact of the matter that she is stuck.

With a man she knows is no good for her the way he is.

"No. It isn't," Marion agrees. She can see that he is just slightly surprised by what she is wearing. It's not something that she is concerned about. She was trying to have a little bit of fun while working. Besides, the dress is just lovely. She had a bit too much fun working on her project.

This is so not fun. At least her feet aren't killing her. There is something to be said about the future of fashion if her feet don't have to hurt after hours of work. "There has to be a way to get someone's attention."

"If there is, I don't know it."

He's looking around to see if there's anything obvious he can do to try to fix it. But he's been in the turbolifts enough times to have familiarized himself with them and to know nothing new is going to appear out of nowhere.

(It's easier than looking at Marion in that dress and remembering just how awkward things have been when they'd been such good friends. It doesn't help that the dress is a really, really good look on her and he can't not notice. Not now. It just happens to accentuate things he's already noticed about her appearance, which is not what he needs right now.)

"On the Andromeda," he points out, glaring at one of the walls, "this would be the point where she'd apologize to me and tell me what's gone wrong."

The Enterprise shows no inclination to do any such thing.

"Well.... damn."

It would have sounded funny if this wasn't the second time they had been trapped somewhere. Marion is also well aware he isn't looking at her very much. It should not leave her heart aching over this but it is and she hates herself for allowing that weakness.

She hates that she feels so strongly for him but can't do a damn thing about it.

"Well that's because she's more advanced." Marion is guessing here. "This is safer than what I'm used to. I don't hear anything.... odd outside."

It's also because Andromeda knows better than to pull a stunt like this without telling him what's going on unless her AI's malfunctioning.

"Computer," he says, again, strain sounding in his voice."Come on."

Not that it does any good. Or that he expects it to, really. He prefers calling a ship by its name, but that's not the way it's done in this time or place.

There's not even a control panel he can fiddle with to try to get it working. Not that he'd necessarily know what to do on the Enterprise, though he would on Andromeda.

What Marion says next, though, makes him look over at her (that dress looks really, really good on her, hugging her curves in a very attractive way, and he really doesn't want to stare at her). He lifts his eyebrows, unassuming, gently questioning, but he nods.

"That's something, at least. Might make it more likely to be a computer glitch than a mechanical problem."

His hands go to his hips and he lets out a breath. "These things are really well used, someone will notice something is up before long."

Not that Marion knows that for sure but she can guess the Commonwealth would have had enough common sense (pun not intended) to not program an AI with a very trollish personality. That just wouldn't make any sense.

"Let's just say I've gotten used to how things sound when they're working properly." Yeah, she hears a little bit too much at times but there is little she can do about it. Marion is used to the sounds at this point.

And it's a little silly but the fact he is willing to look at her calms Marion down a bit. Good, this isn't nearly as awkward as it could be.

"You're right, of course. I just hate being stuck."

"I'll trust you on that."

He still doesn't know the extent of her abilities, but he does know that she has them, and more than that, he does trust her, trust her to use whatever her werewolf senses are telling her to help them. He's been stuck with her before, after all. As uncomfortable as that was for both of them.

"I'm not exactly a fan of it either."

He knows she can get restless, sometimes; they've talked about that, but he doesn't know how that might extend to being stuck in this confined a space for any length of time. After all, she wasn't pleased to be stuck in the holodeck with him.

Though they both had more on their minds than just that.

"Good." Marion isn't really up for playing twenty questions. She just wants out of here.

Being near Dylan isn't the best for her right now. Her feelings are very twisted up right now. Marion knows what stands a decent chance at fixing this.

And nope not happening. She is so not talking about her feelings.

"At least this is unlikely to trigger anything with my uh, condition."

There is that. "It's just mildly irritating. I was looking forward to finally eating.... I've been busy."

"Uh. Busy."

That dress is really distracting. Dylan runs a hand through the front of his hair before he looks away again. He's aware this isn't exactly going all that well, but ...

Well. It wouldn't quite be true to say he doesn't know what the problem is, but it would be true to say he doesn't know how to fix it. Which is a shame: he likes Marion, likes her company, even aside from the desire to ... Well. To look into her eyes, to touch her hair again, to see that smile that makes her look so pretty.

He glances down towards his boots.

"Were you, uh, working? Writing?"

Marion actually blushes slightly. Now she gets it and she cannot avoid a very basic reaction to being aware Dylan has noticed the dress. That gets rid of the tight feeling in her stomach but instead replaces it with butterflies.

He does make her feel a bit flustered. At least she isn't weak in the knees over him, that would just be silly.

"A bit." She is glad he is looking at her boots. It gives Marion a bit of safety. "I was trying to do a holo program It's... not going smoothly."

Her cheeks redden, and it's pretty. It's very pretty. She's very pretty: he realized that a long, long time ago. It looks good with the dress, but Dylan swallows and keeps his eyes down at the floor for a long moment before he shifts on the spot and looks up, somewhere more neutral, in the air in front of them.

(He wants to look at her, but ... he's not good at this.)

But he looks back at her at what she says, and he's giving her a small, lopsided smile before he even realizes it.

"You are? Branching out in your writing, then? You know, we have holonovels in my time. My first officer loves the things."

"Yeah, I am." Marion finally relaxes because in spite of how things are tense due to what happened the last time holograms were involved? She has so got this. Screw any lingering anxiety because in the face of talking about her craft she is so prepared.

Unless he asks if Marion has been avoiding him. Loaded question with a complicated answer.

"Of course the biggest problem is the programming. I'm.... not so great at it given how far ahead of me it is but I'm getting there. It's just hard to translate what I'm thinking to something I can see working."

"Maybe I could help."

The offer is out of his mouth before Dylan has a chance to stop and think if it's a good idea to make it. But on reflection, he doesn't regret it. Marion is a friend, first, and this awkwardness between them comes second.

He shifts his weight on his feet for a moment, then gives her a stronger smile.

"Programming has never exactly been my strong point, but I know enough to get by. Patch things up if there isn't an engineer around, that sort of thing."

Maybe the offer's a really bad idea, but, really, he'd like to help.

"Really?" She looks up and for a moment looks hopeful. He wasn't lying. Marion would know if he was lying so quickly the hopeful look turns into full-blown smiling.

It's as if she has forgotten all about the strangeness between them. For the record she hasn't it's just this is so much more important to her.

"I was just starting to learn on my own. I'm.... okay at it. Reminds me of balancing equations in micro-organic chemistry. Just.... different placement of numbers."

Yes. She knows science still. Marion can't forget anything she has taken the time to learn.

"It might be a bit harder when I can't reason with the ship to give me what I want," he says, lightly, as though he didn't miss Rommie constantly. The Enterprise's computer was polite enough, powerful enough, sufficient for the uses of the ship here. But it was like dealing with the Maru in comparison to Andromeda. There really was no comparison.

But he shrugs, and at Marion's smile, he flashes her a grin. He'd missed this, her friendship, since they'd been on the holodeck together.

"I haven't done any programming on the holodecks here, but if you've worked some of t out, I probably know enough to help you with the rest. It's helpful for a captain, to know how to work things out in his ship's systems."

He hasn't always been captain of a Glorious Heritage Class heavy cruiser equipped with an AI, after all.

He has no idea that his grin makes her stomach flutter. She ignores it simply because Marion is just happy that she can feel relaxed around him again.

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be. The holodeck is... surprisingly good at being flexible. I'm just... struggling with the coding. It's not always working out the way I feel like it should." Marion chuckles shaking her head.

"It's not like I have the experience to know if I'm right. I've never done this before." Marion glances down at the PADD. "I have the first chapter worked out. It's not so bad I'm just tempted to keep plugging away until I feel comfortable with it."

She glances up at him. "Do you want to see it?"

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