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Insomnia

tom sullen

ltcmdrtomparis

July 27th, 2007

::stalks through Voyager's corridors, offering only slightly less than hostile looks to anyone who threatens interruption::

::padds caught up, banned from the bridge until alpha shift, family asleep, even that good for nothing pain in the ass of a grandson...both holodecks bustling and not exactly conductive to privacy...::

::draws to halt just before turbolift, twiddling thumbs during wait::

...

::latching onto a stray thought, turns on heel as doors open, beating path back down corridor::

::jabs bell::

::jabs harder::

Open up!

Deck 8

tom sullen

ltcmdrtomparis

June 26th, 2007

::steps out of turbo lift, scratching head sullenly::

Jeffries tube G33, check-maybe I should put Celes to scrubbing that with her toothbrush...

::ticks off survey list on hand, muttering to self::

Holodeck one, cargo bay, shuttle bay, science lab...

::suppresses sigh of disgust::

Hell, I need a drink.

::sets sights on doorway to quarters only yards away, vision of a Seven-proof replicator dancing across mind::

::picks up pace again::

...

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

July 18th, 2005

(OOC: follows events in this thread)

::stands at door to old quarters, dangling a well-worn teddy bear from one hand::

::rests other on door chime, debating whether or not to press::

::damned outside looking in feeling::

::smacks it with heel of hand, stepping back to wait::

And we're up at this hour because...?

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

March 25th, 2005

::props door to Enterprise's obs lounge open with foot, studying padd in hand while waiting for jenay_paris to trail in::

::scratches neck, moving away from door as she moves further into room, trailing that teddy bear::

We can't be here long if we intend to get any sleep at all tonight...

::moves to glance out viewport briefly::

It's a long way out...

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

March 10th, 2005

(following THIS )

::stops at door to gu...oh hell, quarters::

::rubs face thoughtfully, listening to telling silence from within and debating turning to go again...anywhere::

Ah, well.

::plucks up remaining shards of will, keying in code and stepping over threshold once door opens::

::lets eyes adjust for a moment to darkness, barely catching sight of figures curled up on bunk and toddler bed::

::bypasses them both to head into bathroom area, anticipating good shower::

New Year's Eve...

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

January 6th, 2005

::retreated to Delta Flyer...wanted to 'celebrate' in solitude, for once::

::after a solid hour of hacking past Borg encryption, finally got replicator access back for big boy beverages...pina coladas...::

::twirls empty glass in hands absently, casting an occasional glance to padds scattered on floor::

...hell of a backlog...

::moves gaze up to nearly empty bottle propped on console, somehow not feeling any less overwhelmed after the fifth shot than the first::

::releases a groan, tossing glass over shoulder and slouching further down in helm seat::

NX-Enterprise

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

December 12th, 2004

::enters mess hall, pausing just inside door to scan room::

::sights familiar blonde...seemingly alone at table::

::exhales, moving on forward as Enterprise crewman brushes past::

::grabs a chair, yanking it out to sit::

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wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

November 12th, 2004

::running water in replicated pan...a little small for the task at hand

better used for draining vintage cars

, but works::

::checks temperature again::

::a little warmer than a simple human would like, but works::

::shakes hand dry, stopping water flow and moving to retrieve jenay_paris from blanket on deck::

::settles her on makeshift changing table, tugging sleeper and diaper free::

Bath time, sprite.

NX-Enterprise, Guest Quarters

wryred

ltcmdrtomparis

September 29th, 2004

::hunches over desk, staring grimly at padd in hand::

Just so you can't say I didn't do a damned thing, Chakotay.

::punches buttons::

( Official Duty Log, Lt. Commander Thomas Eugene ParisCollapse )

::stares at padd for long moments, thinking::

::mutters curses under breath, scraping chair back abruptly to stand and stretch, rolling neck::

*kick*

...

::drops padd with a thud, dimming lighting and moving to bunk::

::scrubs face with hands briefly, finally twisting to lie down in most comfortable position available, pillow balled under cheek::

*kick*

::groans::