Deanna watched the wind in the fields, thinking about how even though she so loved the holodeck, it was the holodeck that both brought a balm to her heart and a twinge of sadness. The beautiful here was pristine, and it held almost no ripple, in the dozens and hundreds of times she came in. But she longed for the real thing, too. Not simply the simulation of touch or smell, or extended distances that stopped no further than half a room away.
It was a marvel of amazing proportion, and part of a number of prescriptions and encouragements,
But it would be nice to be planetside in the coming weeks and months, too.
"There is that chance, yes." Deanna nodded, honest even at complex emotion and untenable promises of future. "There are still those who Q's seems to remove in the months still, or those who are taken only to be brought back, but, yes--" She nodded. "The greater portion is still made of those who have come and been here for the duration since their first appearance."
It was normal in a lot of ways now. It shouldn't be -- and Starfleet Brass still didn't like it, she saw enough of that off the side of Captain Picards few and far between words, but far less ably retrained to silence emotions, after those briefings -- but it had been over a year now. Weeks, months and missions still turning, with these new people filtering into the crew more and more with the passing time.
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Deanna watched the wind in the fields, thinking about how even though she so loved the holodeck, it was the holodeck that both brought a balm to her heart and a twinge of sadness. The beautiful here was pristine, and it held almost no ripple, in the dozens and hundreds of times she came in. But she longed for the real thing, too. Not simply the simulation of touch or smell, or extended distances that stopped no further than half a room away.
It was a marvel of amazing proportion, and part of a number of prescriptions and encouragements,
But it would be nice to be planetside in the coming weeks and months, too.
"There is that chance, yes." Deanna nodded, honest even at complex emotion and untenable promises of future. "There are still those who Q's seems to remove in the months still, or those who are taken only to be brought back, but, yes--" She nodded. "The greater portion is still made of those who have come and been here for the duration since their first appearance."
It was normal in a lot of ways now. It shouldn't be -- and Starfleet Brass still didn't like it, she saw enough of that off the side of Captain Picards few and far between words, but far less ably retrained to silence emotions, after those briefings -- but it had been over a year now. Weeks, months and missions still turning, with these new people filtering into the crew more and more with the passing time.