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ten_fwd2015-06-27 04:14 pm
ships_counselor) wrote in ten_fwd2015-06-27 04:14 pm
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DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD
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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"Being in the situations that have never happened before is exactly why the protocol exists." Deanna said, with an easy smile. This part was. Easy. Well known. Exactly what they'd all been trained for. "That is the mission of The Enterprise. To explore and encounter new life, new civilizations. Which means having rule for how those new lives and their worlds are treated fairly in all instances."