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.

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[kaylinneya]

"Oh." she shook her head, wishing she could dislodge the familiar and be done with it... but not really.

"Yeah. I was just afraid it was going to do something to you. So far it's been behaving... more or less... since we got here, but I never know what to expect..."

She made a face. "The egg was birthed because of a Chaos Storm, so apparently I just need to accept that the familiar does... weird things when it chooses."

The small creature whistled sharply in what felt like reprimand, even as it puffed with pride.