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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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It's probably a good idea she's no longer paying attention to the ice cream bowl because there's now a black cat sticking her nose in it. She gets her nose wet and then acts surprised that her nose got wet when she stuck it in the wet thing, nearly tumbling off the table.

Because cats.

"Oh for... Veena..." With in seconds a red haired human, clearly annoyed, comes over to take 'ownership' of the cat.

"Counselor?"

And one person she can't really fool is the other half-Betazoid on the ship. Lt. Cdr. Terzen T'Karr is stood at a respectful distance from her table, a cup of tea in one hand. He's just finished a shift on the bridge and needed to unwind.

So, whatever's going on in Deanna's mind is completely at odds to that aim.

"May I join you?"

Lal almost passed by Deanna's table without stopping. She noticed the untouched dessert, the PADD, the look on the counselor's face... She was obviously busy, but then again Deanna had been one of the people closest to her during her short time on the Enterprise before. It raises a tiny bubble of guilt when she considers this, and the fact that she hadn't really gone out of her way all this time to see the woman.

So she does stop.

"Counselor Troi?"

It's only that it happened so quickly, that Deanna hadn't thwarted it from happening herself. The emotions of animals were ever present as much as people. Deanna offered the young man a sympathetically understanding smile, pressed upward only at the edges, as her fingers has shifted to touch one side of the PADD. "At least she did not take the bowl off with her."

Deanna looked up, her head moving almost without her eyes, as she was tracing toward the end of a paragraph on personal history, before they followed. Then, a moment of surprise, and something that was more a flash of apology that was felt more than that showed across her face.

"Terzen." Deanna nodded, even as she shifted the PADD closer to herself, weighting the priorities and the time frame. All the the same she still says, and entirely means, "Of course. Yes. Please do."

Her vastly focused preoccupation gives it an extra second before she realizes someone has called her title and name in question. Making her lift her gaze for the paragraphs she was still skimming, and finding an unexpected but familiar face. She'd seen it come up in the constantly updated files about the new people, after all.

"Good evening, Lal."

Unusually, the cat's emotions are a little bit more complex than would be found in ordinary animals. She also appears to be psychically linked to Trever somehow.

Veena hung in that limp noodle way that cats do where it's very easy for them to ooze out of the grip of the person holding them.

"Or eat it," he muttered in annoyance. "She's been investigating everything since we showed up. It's impossible to keep track of her half the time."

This is actually a lie. It doesn't show physically on him, he's pretty good there, but there's the calculated emotional feeling - a lie he's prepared and been using for some time now; probably as long as he's been on the ship.

Not every accidental kitty investigation has been "accidental".

Minoru casually slipped into the chair next to the counselor. Being completely new to the ship, he didn't know who she might be or what that strange thing on the table was. But he did know that he was hungry, and if the ice cream had melted, she probably didn't want it anymore, right? (It's not like he had any money on him to actually purchase food... And the only places he was allowed to go until the medical examination were guest quarters and this restaurant. No where he could forage, really.)

"... Excuse me, Miss?" He pointed to the bowl of melted ice cream between them and his stomach growled. "...Are you going to eat that?"

Deanna looked up as soon as the chair next to her moved, and the wash of emotions with the new person came. The face was only slightly familiar. He must have been one of the newest ones. Between the uncertain recognition and the anxiety threaded throughout his presence.

She looked to the bowl, realizing with some surprise that her perfectly sculpted curls of chocolate had become a brown puddle in the bottom of her bowl instead. "I guess not. I hadn't realized I'd left there so long."

The fact that Deanna has let her chocolate ice cream melt is the big sign, not just that the ice cream is there at all. Beverly knows that look, knows what it means that her friend has the comfort food. She pauses, halfway into Ten Forward with her usual bowl of fruit, and for a few seconds seems to debate with herself. On the one hand, this is her friend. On the other, this isn't the exact version of her friend and her presence might not be welcome. Still, it isn't in her nature to bypass anyone in need, least of all a dear friend, so eventually, she approaches, bowl of fruit and cup of tea in hand.

"Mind if I join you?" she asks mildly.

Unlike the first time they spoke here in this timeline, Beverly seems to be settling in much better. She's still a little tense, but that can be attributed as much to the recent crisis as anything else. Her combadge is still gone, as expected, but she will likely feel much more settled in her own skin with far fewer emotional barrages.

He was definitely ready to reach for the bowl, but had the good manners to ask, "May I have it? Please?"

She bows her head politely. "Good evening."

She shuffles her feet just a little as she goes on, "I can see that you are busy, but, would you mind if I spoke to you for a few minutes, Counselor Troi?"

Emma entered the bar after dropping Faith off at daycare. She had a plan to drink some coffee and try to work out a way to get more information than was readily available to displaced people. At the moment her total plan was 'identify an underling who knows more than me and buy them a drink', which was as coy as a rubber mallet.

She paused when she saw the melted ice cream and Deanna's thoughts began to filter in. It happened anytime Emma was too close to someone and she almost backed off on instinct. Something about the woman's mind was familiar, maybe it was just the business and the weight of the decisions.

Emma really couldn't help being a busybody, especially with nothing else to occupy herself. Especially since something about the woman's mind resonated with Emma's. It was intriguing. She could sense other telepaths, perhaps that sense worked with non-mutants as well. To test Emma opened her own defenses, letting her thoughts project just a touch. "You seem like you could use a break."

Now that was strange. Usually, when people got ice cream, they were serious about it. From the looks of things, this woman hadn't even touched her bowl. The last time he saw someone studying that diligently, it was Gaila and she'd had a test. Maybe she hadn't been the only one.

Kitt keeps an eye on her, watching for a few moments longer, but no, still no motions towards eating. Finally, it starts to bother him enough that he walks over to the table.

"I can take that for you if you want. Get you something else even, if you'd like."

No, it's not his job, but he's got a thing about tidiness.

"Your ice cream has melted," says Sinthia, having been watching the woman from a few tables away; she's got a few colored blobs of clay, and though she is manipulating them into taking a shape not unlike a sprouting seed, she isn't touching them.

Nor is she looking at it, favoring Deanna at the moment.

Deanna looks up, a little surprised to be distracted, but her smile comes the next second. Even if that smile is light and a little wan. It's good to see Beverly out on any night, and she nodded. "Of course. Please do."

She could probably use a break as it is. She looked down at the PADD, and then to the spoon on one side of it and then over to her bowl of ice cream. That wasn't. It wasn't ice cream anymore. It was a small chocolate puddle or pool in a nice glass. There was a moment of consternation that touched her face, but not deeply. Correction. Maybe it was more than a 'probably.'

"Thank you."

The feeling of apology is met with a return feeling of 'don't worry about it' as he pulls the seat out and sitting down, taking a sip of his tea.

"You seem like someone who has a big decision to make."

Deanna looked up, a little surprised for the interruption, maybe even like she was surprised anyone else was there. Even though she was in Ten Forward surrounded by them. It being where the crew came to relax, and the central hub of the people who were being put on The Enterprise. She looked at the Padd and then to her -- oh, well -- her melted puddle of chocolate ice cream in a bowl.

"You may very well be right." Deanna considered her for a second. "Emma, right? I was actually hoping to speak with you."

Deanna looked up at the modulated voice, so like at least one other she knew, but not that one. It took here a moment looking at her table before she caught on to what he'd meant. Her ice cream bowl. Which was not chocolate ice cream anymore, so much more like chocolate soup. It didn't even have any little melting mounds in it holding out. How long had it been since she took a bit.

"You really don't have to do that," Deanna commented, though it was polite and a little confused. Kitt definitely wasn't one of the people who worked in the room, though she could understand their need to be able to do things. Unless he was. But she hadn't seen any updates from Guinan about her hiring more people for the room.

Deanna looked up at the young voice, and then young girl, surprised for the interruption. Before looking across her table to the bowl. Which definitely wasn't ice cream anymore, was it? Not when it looked suddenly like a thick brown liquid. There was a quizzically brief sort of frown, that settled on some tired acceptance. "It did, didn't it."

She ended up busier and more focused than she'd thought she would be when she originally got it.

Emma was surprised that the woman before her knew her name. It was an unwelcome surprise to find that she was wanted as well. It was an old, useful habit to be wary of people in power.

Still, it was pointless pretending she was someone else. She drew her mental shields up tight and nodded. "Then I'm glad I said something. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." In a few ways. "Should I take a seat?"

"I suppose you're the one I should talk to about a job."

Cambridge slides into the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation, but does, at least, place an unmelted identical bowl of ice cream next to her. 'Presumptuous' is a word people use to describe him a lot, and not unwarrantedly.

"Hugh Cambridge," he supplies, for his name. He wears a Starfleet uniform with purple-grey shoulders, the kind from a decade in the future. The collar is blue; two pips. Full lieutenant. Which is a bit low, given his age. "One of the latest batch of Q's victims."

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Beverly takes the seat gracefully today, much more so than she would have not long ago. Setting her bowl and cup on the table in front of her, she settles into her chair, picking through the fruit for one in particular. Usually, she seems to gravitate towards either a Betazed Uttaberry or a Bajoran moba fruit. Today it's the former being pulled out and tasted first. Today the process is performed slowly, almost thoughtfully, as though she's giving Deanna time to talk before she asks.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she says kindly, her tone much more herself than it's been so far in her stay here, even previously with Deanna. "Or should I just get you another bowl of ice cream because you look like you could use it?"

"You were worrying. It's okay, it's free to get another."

That's the part that really confuses her, and worries her, about this place. Nothing costs, and up to her arrival on board the ship everything had cost something.

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She needed... less males. She was a little on edge as the poison she drank worked its way through her system, as an emptiness chilled her right ring finger. Normally she tried to time this all out with her moontime, but no way was she giving Theiorn any more excuse to fuss than she had to.

So now she was trying to prove that she was perfectly fine, thank you very much. Which meant she couldn't just curl up in bed with a sniffle book. It also didn't help that she was out of sniffle books. She could only hope Jaenelle would think to include one in her next shipment. All she had left was a Tracker and Shadow that she was saving.

So she headed to the lounge... and saw... Well... her senses told her the woman was like but unlike, a sister but not. Conflicting senses like that could mean danger, or could mean a new friend for life. She was tired of being coddled, so she dropped into the chair opposite Deanna.

"I hope it's okay if I join you, sister?" she asked, letting her gold eyes beg the other woman to say it was. Mother Night, but she needed some female company.

Theiorn followed like the good little guard he was pretending to be for the moment.

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