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]

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."