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ten_fwd2016-01-01 09:38 pm
pythianwoman) wrote in ten_fwd2016-01-01 09:38 pm
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Touch the moon up in the sky – Open To All
Zoey was ensconced in a chair at one of the tables by the windows; being in space still hadn’t lost its novelty, and if she had the option, she always sat so she could watch the stars pass. Although she wasn’t doing much watching at the moment. There was so much to LEARN. On top of all the classes she was taking.
So she sat at her table, PADD in hand, an open notebook off to one side (her notes were in a hodgepodge of all the languages she spoke and included the ones she was learning on the Enterprise, as well as doodles and drawings), a small plate of bougatsa, and another steaming mug of tea in front of her. Study food. Chewing absently on the end of her pen, she continued reading. She was focusing on the mythologies of other planets at the moment; the ones the computer had available, anyway.
Although she was liable to switch subjects at any time.
So she sat at her table, PADD in hand, an open notebook off to one side (her notes were in a hodgepodge of all the languages she spoke and included the ones she was learning on the Enterprise, as well as doodles and drawings), a small plate of bougatsa, and another steaming mug of tea in front of her. Study food. Chewing absently on the end of her pen, she continued reading. She was focusing on the mythologies of other planets at the moment; the ones the computer had available, anyway.
Although she was liable to switch subjects at any time.
no subject
"Terrible as in I'm always afraid of insulting someone,' Oliver says with another smile, "I'm even afraid of showing you for fear of saying something about your mother."