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.

BOLO one overly tall wizard, last seen Chicago, IL. | OTA | Walking the corridors

[murph]

She had adjusted alright, this was not the strangest thing she had seen in her life oddly enough. But it was the strangest place she found herself without magical intervention. So the wandering of the halls was part search and part learning the lay of the land, so to speak.

But she'd heard Dresden was here, she was fairly sure she had heard that a vampire was with him. Of course, why would Harry make anything easy on himself? Next think you know that freak cat thing would be popping up out of the dark.

Well she would find him, eventually. She always ran into him and it was usually when he needed help. That drew a heavy sigh from her.

She could really go for a steak sandwich right about now.