ltcmdrtomparis (original) (raw)
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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!
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::
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...?
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::
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::
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::
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::
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.
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::