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04 March 2007 @ 10:41 pm
What happened to Alpha Shift?  
::drags feet to halt in front of doors, batting drowsy eyes to double-check...yes, holodeck two::

::lifts wrist to half-heartedly squint at chronometer, giving that idea up quickly::

::nods as a couple slips past, trying not to look too sullen::

At this rate the Doctor will have an entire paddful of new observations related to the maximum human tolerance for caffeine intake...

::winces...damn, that thought hurt::

::squares shoulders with a requisite sigh of long sufferance, striding through the holodeck doors as energetically as possible given the late hour::
Current Music: The Hardest Part - Coldplay
miralparis on March 5th, 2007 04:01 am (UTC)
::twirls straw in glass, glancing up at barely notable ripple of hush when the entrance to Sandrine's opens for the dozenth time in as many minutes::

::half rises in some automatic, ridiculous gesture of respect as well, catching self just in time to avoid any ego-smashing embarrassment::

::shakes head at self for more reasons than one, dropping the straw and settling back in booth::

::does tilt head...more even footing, that::

I'm glad you could make it, Captain.
captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 5th, 2007 04:09 am (UTC)
I couldn't find an air-tight alibi. Downside of life on a cramped starship.

::motions holographic server away, falling into seat::

Don't take offense, though. This is better than being attacked in bed.
miralparis on March 5th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
I'll try my best not to.

::grips edge of table with fingers, scrubbing rough wood with fingers::

captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 5th, 2007 04:17 am (UTC)

::spirits, a perfect mixture of them::

::could spend hours failing to understand that smart-assed vulnerability::

::waves server back over, pointing out preferred beverage on menu without a word::

If I recall, we have a private appointment for tomorrow. Is there some reason this couldn't wait until then, Ensign?

miralparis on March 5th, 2007 04:24 am (UTC)
If I recall, the meeting is for tomorrow afternoon.

::lifts eyes, offering a derisive brow lift::

Janeway plans to launch her heroic rescue bright and early in the morning. She thinks best before her coffee, believe it or not.

captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 5th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
...what part of the rescue?

I still haven't heard a solid word on even contacting Seven of Nine.

::scrubs at nape of neck tiredly, fighting back the tension these Janeway related matters always cause::

That aside, you didn't answer my question. I don't care if she brings back dead Starfleet officers from two centuries past, I'm still holding my damned meetings.
miralparis on March 6th, 2007 01:38 am (UTC)
Don't be so tetchy, for Kahless' sake.

::rolls eyes at the Indian's glare of response, spreading hands::

Look, I just assumed that since you plan on beaming Madam Captain home as soon as her idea works, I and your other guests would be next in the queue.

I don't believe you actually want the trollop meeting her darling of a double. From what I've seen, it wouldn't be very pretty on either side.
captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 01:51 am (UTC)
::closes eyes, an involuntary groan surfacing at that image::


::opens them, resettling voice to something plausibly non-tetchy::

Convenience aside, I don't plan on shipping anyone off unless I know they have something to return to. I don't think...Linnis...and her daughter do, and unless I'm mistaken the matter is still up for debate in your case.

miralparis on March 6th, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
That's right.

I suppose I'll just have to knock on Seven's forehead and ask her if she has any memory of my parents' assimilation.

::lifts pinky to hold back any response::

...you know, it's an interesting philosophical quandry. If the Borg allegedly operate in unity across multiple timelines and universes, there could be dozens...even hundreds...of pasty-faced flyboys and pissy half-Klingons in the Collective.

My, she must keep a headache.
captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 02:03 am (UTC)
::fights lip twitch::

Love your parents much, Ensign?
miralparis on March 6th, 2007 02:08 am (UTC)
::stares, challenging his assumption...probably expecting another juvenile insult, some bitter dismissal::

Of course I did. Even when they didn't really seem the type of people who did well with love. I wouldn't have ended up here if I hadn't loved them more than anything else in my life. Than my life.

::swallows lump in throat, folding arms::
captainchakotay: sweatcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
::lifts head in silent acknowledgement, respecting the outpouring::

You're already using past tense.
miralparis on March 6th, 2007 02:21 am (UTC)
::curves lips upward in small smile::

Have you ever just had that feeling, Chakotay?

I don't know. I don't know that I want to know.

Maybe I should be the first to use the technology instead of her. She has value, at least...more than a ten year Ensign, at least. It doesn't matter if there's nothing to go back to.

At least I would be going home.
captainchakotay: still believecaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 02:34 am (UTC)
At least.

::repeats the phrase incredulously, shaking head at her pessimism::

Sorry, Ensign. Going home early is over-rated. Until I see evidence of at least one pair of open arms waiting to take you back in, you aren't going anywhere.

I owe Tom and B'Elanna that much...and some debts do cross time and space.
miralparis on March 6th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC)
::snorts lightly::

You have a very good heart. Some would say too good.

In my timeline, it broke all to pieces.

captainchakotay: trail of tearscaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 03:27 am (UTC)
I don't know that I want to know.

::offers a slightly more sincere smile, taking drink server finally brings over::

::sharpens tone to draw her drifting attention back, not particularly liking the hollowness in her eyes::

Miral. For as long as need be, you have a place here.
miralparis on March 6th, 2007 03:59 am (UTC)
I certainly hope so. I'd hate to think I've been bashing Vorik's head into bulkheads regularly for nothing.

::slides to edge of seat, reaching across the table briefly, lightly touching his free hand with one of own::

You were my hero. Please remember that.
captainchakotay: still believecaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2007 04:18 am (UTC)
::dimples, straightening a bit as well::

Sleep tight, Miss Paris.


But wake me up in the morning. Someone needs to be around to rein her in.

::watches the quarter-Klingon depart with a knowing smile back, thoughtfully skimming rim of milk glass with a thumb::