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ten_fwd2016-02-22 12:10 am
derek_morgan) wrote in ten_fwd2016-02-22 12:10 am
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Arrival in Ten Forward before showing up in Sick Bay
Picking up from the TDM for Carolyn and Johanna
What in the hell?! It had to be a dream. Derek just couldn't tell if it was a good or bad one. The scene was something out of Star Wars--no, more like Star Trek. He didn't often have such leftfield dreams. Yet, it was better than his usual nightmares. He'd gladly take aliens and alien food over some of the monsters in his line of work.
Standing there in the middle of the scene, he didn't feel like it was a dream. It all felt very real. He stood undecided between trying to order something and seeing if he could actually taste food or drink. There wasn't a familiar face in the crowd in sight (possibly because he kept getting distracted by the foreign species in the room). Derek finally caught sight of the view through the windows. Space. He was in space.
Derek Morgan was in space wearing a henley, jeans and his usual pair of black boots. He glanced at his watch then felt for his pockets. No wallet, cell phone or keys. He was no closer to figuring out if he was in a dream. For someone who wasn't usually uncomfortable in social situations, he stood awkwardly with his hands shoved into the front of his jeans pockets.
What in the hell?! It had to be a dream. Derek just couldn't tell if it was a good or bad one. The scene was something out of Star Wars--no, more like Star Trek. He didn't often have such leftfield dreams. Yet, it was better than his usual nightmares. He'd gladly take aliens and alien food over some of the monsters in his line of work.
Standing there in the middle of the scene, he didn't feel like it was a dream. It all felt very real. He stood undecided between trying to order something and seeing if he could actually taste food or drink. There wasn't a familiar face in the crowd in sight (possibly because he kept getting distracted by the foreign species in the room). Derek finally caught sight of the view through the windows. Space. He was in space.
Derek Morgan was in space wearing a henley, jeans and his usual pair of black boots. He glanced at his watch then felt for his pockets. No wallet, cell phone or keys. He was no closer to figuring out if he was in a dream. For someone who wasn't usually uncomfortable in social situations, he stood awkwardly with his hands shoved into the front of his jeans pockets.