Locked to Riker - Rotation notation

[ro_laren]

Okay, so she didn't say something before her medical examination. She even gave it some time after, because it might take a while for the doctor to talk to the senior staff. But now... now she was just ticked off.

Which was why she was stalking to speak with Riker.

"Computer, where is commander Riker?" she asked crisply. She was certain the Captain would be more reasonable, but the point wasn't for this to be easier, the point was for no one to be able to complain about this, there was no one else who could argue her back into sick leave. And no on on the ship had more reason to try and keep her out of circulation than Riker.

"Commander Riker is in his quarters."

The last time she had come to his quarters had been when none of them remembered who they were. If he remembered that, she might have requested a meeting elsewhere, however, since only she did, it was safe enough. No one could claim she was banking on his discomfort. So she stalked to his quarters and rang the chime, fire in her eyes, ear piece dangling. She wasn't doing this by part measures, she was confronting everything all at once. And she was taking back her position. She refused to spend every day in her quarters, contemplating her situation. She was a Starfleet officer, not a child.

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[ten_fwd_npcs]

A smile twists at his lips for a moment, a brief moment, before he forces his expression neutral.

"You should know, ensign, that there's more to being on duty than just sitting at the helm." He rests his folded hands on his desk, leaning forward slightly. "And, frankly, judging by your current attitude, I'm not being convinced that you're any different from the Ro Laren currently in the stockade."

The same disregard for the people around her, the same insubordinate tone and talking back to a superior officer? She's not endearing herself to Riker.

"You have my answer, ensign. Arguing about it isn't going to change my mind."

[ro_laren]

"Everything more that there is, I can do," she said glaring. She wanted to pace, she wanted to scream. She held herself tight and rigid. What she wanted, really, was Guinan, and she hadn't been able to locate her yet.

"And you seem, sir, to not want to give me a chance to change your mind. If you will not let me prove myself, and I am not allowed to make a report, arguing is the tactic I have left to me."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Ensign, I will say this one more time. You're twelve. We wouldn't let anyone else assume duties when they're twelve, not even the captain. This is a medical situation, so if you'd like someone to change my mind about your capabilities, I suggest you go to sickbay."

Not that it would help much. He would submit the request to the captain, of course, under his plainly made opinion that Ro's attitude would not be condusive to duty; that some of the crew would refuse to work with her because of the incident on the Wellington.

Ultimately, a request like this would be up to the Captain.

"You have my answer. You have an avenue of progression. I suggest you follow it."

[ro_laren]

"Then I shall," she said, eyes narrowed. "Sir," she said by polite leave taking, then turned and marched out, heading for sickbay in a huff.

And no, she is not sulking.