3rd Doctor's Log - Sweet Dreams Aren't Made Of This

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard wakes up groggy, like he's slept restlessly for far too long. Flashes of his dream fell into his mind as he rolls to his side - just him, space, and a fear tucked under his skin which lingered even after he heard the hum of the Enterprise engines. A dream. That's all it was.

Then his face brushes against the pillow. His eyes shoot open. The second bed doesn't throw him off. Not really. What does throw him off is the fact that his facial hair his sweeping against the fabric of the pillow cover. He didn't have a beard or mustache when he went to sleep. Where the hell did this come from?

Leonard leaps from the bed and rushes to the bathroom to look. Sure enough, facial hair. Not a little bit either. It looks like he hasn't shaved for weeks. How the hell did he...?

He slept much longer than he thought. Or he left the ship. He needs to know.

Leonard rushes from the room and into the hall to find answers from someone, anyone, without bothering to shower, shave, or look presentable in anyway.



[ ooc: Because I jumped the gun, I deleted the last return post and replaced it with this one. This does take place after the Halloween event. ]

Comments

[didnotwant]

Now normally someone like Leonard would be like catnip to the ladies however, he really needs a decent shave. Also probably a nice long shower. Marion normally wouldn't care so much but she has a bit of a headache going on and any extra stimulus is not going to make her a happy camper.

"Woah!" She has to jump out of the way pretty much. Bones nearly ran into her. She frowns up at him given the fact she is on the short side.

"Watch it, buddy. I'd rather not get run over. Not the way I want to start my day."

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard's not in the mood for any of that shit. But he needs answers and running over her or not, he's going to ask her for them. He glares at her, his mood just as bad if not worse than hers.

"Where the hell are we?"

See that? That catnip's dead.

[didnotwant]

Not only is it dead but Leonard just set it on fire. Marion can feel the beginnings of a stress headache blooming just behind one of her eyes on top of the one already throbbing somewhere in the back of her head.

Marion bites back the snappy retort that they're somewhere on deck seven. "Star ship. Somewhere in the Federation. USS Enterprise."