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| Ho-hum. |
[15 Feb 2005|12:23am] |
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*sitting in Obs Lounge, reading a good book*
*is mid-morning, no one around, most people either on duty or still in lockdown*
*sighs, been pretty lonely, hasn't really seen any friends lately, just colleagues... and the Admiral*
*looks around to make sure no one's there, then sprawls out fully on the couch*
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| Sorry seems to be the hardest word... |
[07 Feb 2005|10:04pm] |
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*sits in the Mess on alloted hour-long meal break, PADD in hand, humming and hawing over the text on the screen*
*trying to write a letter*
*an apology letter*
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*sighs*
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How in the fuck am I supposed to apologize, anyway? I did bad. I know it. Fuck, I told him so, TO HIS FACE. But I still have to do... something. I owe him. I owe him my LIFE, the least I should do is apologize for being at the party.
Damn. Should never have gone in the first place... turning myself in wasn't good enough... he still won't talk to me. I need to apologize. But how???
How does ANYONE apologize to Simon Foster?
*takes a long sip of milk, studying the letter again*
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*sighs*
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[04 Feb 2005|08:05am] |
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*watches the door close as Trip and Elise leave*
*takes small, shaky steps towards the door and presses palms against it, leaning against it for support*
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*stays like that for a while, staring at the floor, trying to sort out what just happened*
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*realizes has been standing there for about 30 minutes, just staring, trying to think*
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*finally shakes self out of it and heads to the bathroom for a long, hot shower*
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[01 Jan 2005|12:22pm] |
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*gets home after being released from Sickbay*
*throws uniform on top of hamper, will have to take laundry down to QM later*
*tacks the garland from Michael on bulletin board, smiles at it glittering there*
*sits on the bed with gift from Data in lap, starts to gently unwrap the tissue paper*
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*smiles broadly* Awwww!
*turns and places the little ginger-coloured plush kitten on her pillow, grining widely*
Hmm, I should get him a gift in return... oh! I know the perfect thing!!!
*makes a mental note to talk to QM when she takes her laundry in*
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*checks messages before going to the bathroom to have a long shower*
*feels good to be home*
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| Family... |
[07 Dec 2004|06:45pm] |
*stands in the Observation Lounge, is dark, no one around*
*only visible light other than that of the stars is from a small PADD, jammed in jeans' back pocket*
*the PADD is on, displaying a letter from home*
*stares out the corner viewport, a hand stretched out across the glass, spanning the stars*
*wishes...*
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[02 Dec 2004|07:24pm] |
I want myself in bed? Well... I guess I have been feeling a litte tired lately...
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[23 Nov 2004|12:38pm] |
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*arrives at Dave's quarters with a tray piled-high with food*
*got his sandwich, soup, two decanters (one with tea and one with OJ), a big chunk of chocolate cake, and a few different snacks he can keep in his quarters for later*
*also has a new deck of cards, is a fun deck with landscapes of famous places on Earth like the Grand Canyon and the Great Wall, promised QM's assistant a bottle of Montreal Unibrew beer in return*
*manages to buzz without spilling everything*
Housekeeping, m'lord Cunningham!
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| OOC! |
[16 Nov 2004|04:22pm] |
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OOC: reserved space for dedbebi funeral post.
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| It's been a hard day's night |
[16 Nov 2004|04:20pm] |
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*gets up in the morning feeling surprisingly refreshed*
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*last night after talking with Steo, came home and decided to get things ready for the day to come*
*got out clothes to wear to the "funeral", plus finished up the silk rose and put sealant spray on the sketch of Hoshi, both items for Aiko's casket*
*tried to write a poem, but couldn't come up with anything so left it at the rose and the drawing*
*ironed "Sunday Best" for the funeral, then spent 30 minutes trying to decide what to wear for lunch with Dillard*
*finally got into bed and read Foster's security reports, are better than any sedative, went straight to sleep*
*had weird dreams about fighting off reptile Xindi with Foster, using umbrellas as swords*
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*gets up and does normal morning routine*
*writes Dave a quick memo to say will arrive after lunch sometime to tend to him, knows Phlox is sending him home, will bring him some soup or whatever else he wants*
*dresses and grabs items for Aiko*
*takes one last look in the mirror before heading out*
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[15 Nov 2004|12:37am] |
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*back in quarters after some madness in sickbay*
*likes playing with Henry, hopes it's not the last time...*
*was shooed out of sickbay by Phlox but made him promise to comm as soon as Dave wakes up, will help him get to his own quarters to rest and get better*
*going to finally get some good sleep, has to be awake and alert for the next day... for... Aiko's memorial*
Tomorrow is gonna be a day...
*slips into PJs, brushes hair, does bedtime routine*
*checks messages, wants to see if Dillard replied...*
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