DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

[ships_counselor]

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.

Comments

I will not say her device sprung a leak. I will not say Spring has sprung.

[agathaheterodyne]

"Has anyone seen a spring?" Agatha asked, looking around. "It kind of fell out of the project I'm working on...."

She frowned as she tried to figure out where it went, holding the shell casing of an empty dingbot that she was building.