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ten_fwd2015-06-27 04:14 pm
ships_counselor) wrote in ten_fwd2015-06-27 04:14 pm
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DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD
The look of Deanna Troi's table is worrying.
Maybe not to the untrained eye, of course. There is no screaming. There is no bleeding. There is no fighting, or crying, or deep distress. In fact, Deanna Troi, herself, is currently sitting at a table, one forearm resting on the table, the other balanced on an elbow, so her chin can rest in the palm of her hand, while she studies a PADD flat on the table in front of her.
Next to it, though, is a small bowl of chocolate ice cream.
That looks to have melted a while ago without her noticing.
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And one person she can't really fool is the other half-Betazoid on the ship. Lt. Cdr. Terzen T'Karr is stood at a respectful distance from her table, a cup of tea in one hand. He's just finished a shift on the bridge and needed to unwind.
So, whatever's going on in Deanna's mind is completely at odds to that aim.
"May I join you?"
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Deanna looked up, her head moving almost without her eyes, as she was tracing toward the end of a paragraph on personal history, before they followed. Then, a moment of surprise, and something that was more a flash of apology that was felt more than that showed across her face.
"Terzen." Deanna nodded, even as she shifted the PADD closer to herself, weighting the priorities and the time frame. All the the same she still says, and entirely means, "Of course. Yes. Please do."
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The feeling of apology is met with a return feeling of 'don't worry about it' as he pulls the seat out and sitting down, taking a sip of his tea.
"You seem like someone who has a big decision to make."
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Important did not even begin to classify how much she wanted to see every side before she placed it under her name.
"Yes."
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Because a worry shared is a worry halved, right?
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The offer is kind, and that in itself is part of the root of her consideration. Kindness and longing to help, to do what they can, in Starfleet officer of not, that prevades these new people. Especially the longer they are here, unable to leave and let restless of anything to turn their energy toward.
Deanna considered the man and the question, before tilting her head.
"How do you think the people brought here are doing?"
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"There's a general consensus that people want to go home. Some restlessness, some acceptance... Some people are adjusting quicker than others, which is to be expected." He takes a sip of his drink to pause. "There are some that don't want to go home, I'm not too sure about the reasons." A slight shrug. "All-in-all... They seem to be adjusting pretty well. We haven't had any major incidents, and... People just want to go home."
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Deanna nodded her assent in graceful, but still slow consideration. "It is a hard situation for all but the smallest groups, and in those they see the removal as a blessing, even if not the fact that for now they are confined to the Enterprise itself, while she continues her mission."
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A shake of the head. "Q's actions are deplorable, but... it could be worse."
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"Very true. Q had done worse when we first met him, and even after." Setting humanity on trial and decreeing the verdict before it even began. Setting them through time and space. Nearly killing crewmembers. Driving wedges between certain officers with choices life should not put before them.
There was a faint peek of a smile, as she nodded. "And The Enterprise does hold some perks."
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And a slight tilt of his head. "True. But perks can only distract for so long." And then a slight smile. "Myself? I'm quite content here. I've got a position most would dream for. Whatever Q's intentions with this are varied, it seems."