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

[ships_counselor]

She considered him for a moment before asking.

"How do you think the arrivals, like yourself, are doing?"

[knight_2000]

"Bored. Likely to cause mischief or find trouble if they're not given anything to do. Some people want to help and contribute to the crew in some way. That alone will probably cause more problems than it solves. I'm doing well enough. I like to meet new people, learn new things, and Tasha has been very gracious to me. But back home I was in law enforcement - a precinct on wheels, if you will. Here? I feel more like I'm just spinning them."

Though if he had to spin them anywhere, this wasn't a bad place to be.

[ships_counselor]

Deanna nodded, "It's a very long time to have asked any of you to be patient, I agree, and you've been more than patient, without event." Most of them, and most of the time. There were always wrinkles and outliers, but there hadn't been as many as there could have been given the circumstances and Q's fickle nature in what he exposed the Enterprise to.

[knight_2000]

He nodded, but he was thinking as he did so.

"Tasha was talking about an idea she was rolling around in her head. Something that would give some of us things to do in a controlled way. I'm interested to see what she has planned, but I'm relatively sure it has something to do with security."