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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[diamonds_are_forever]

Emma couldn't restrain her excitement at the prospect even if she wanted to. The thought of being useful, of helping people, of establishing a good position to help her people, all of these things flooded her mind and gave her answer before she even began to 'speak'.

{I would enjoy that a great deal.} It was still quite an understatement. Truthfully Emma needed more in her life than being a mother (though she loved Faith endlessly). A job was exactly what she needed and a useful job was even better.