"Oh, beyond belief. But it's nothin' I can't handle."
i track my url.
[ by some miracle, her clandestine evasion had gone undetected; it enraged the astute doctorate, how utterly stupid she had been — while it is entirely out of her control, she should have anticipated the untimely appearance of a panic attack. she is obliged to uphold her position as the woman of decaying repute — it made her appear ruthless, malleable. outbursts such as this would only prove to be detrimental to her cause ]
[ anxiety’s robust fist clenches around her throbbing heart the moment she registers a soft, beckoning voice from the opposing side of the door; now she’s done it. she’s unwittingly alerted the whole damn bridge to this interlude of vulnerability. what exactly had this woman seen, if anything at all? is there any way to delude the seemingly convinced communication specialist? ]
❝Yeah, what? What is it? I’m, uh.. masturbating.❞
[ the peevish lilt to her tone indicates that she is far from willing to indulge herself in conversation ]
[ she raises an eyebrow, leaning against the door. the woman was obviously bluffing given that her voice was not caught between pleasurable emotions, which normally would signal her enjoyment for her ‘excuse.’ in fact, it was anything but. if she was not mistaken, the woman might actually not be enjoying herself and that was the conclusion the linguist had already begun to accept as she recalled the quickness in step this woman used to escape the crowd. she did not know this woman, but she suspected by the evasive tactics she resorted to, most view her as a harsh, bold woman. crowds should not be an exception. ]
[ the way she saw it, there were two choices. and the second seemed like it was going to be a bit harder to accomplish. ]
"Listen … if you don’t want to talk, fine. But I saw you out there. There’s no reason to hide it now. You’re already exposed."
[ It was a good thing Nyota liked a challenge. ]
“It is advisable that you invest in a new one.
Though perhaps with a bit of time and the correct tools, I may be able to salvage something from it.
"Forget it. I don’t think it’s worth trying."
"Although the captain might want to hear about it so we can order a new one."
“It was spur-of-the-moment.
The other replicators are still functional, I assure you.”
She sighs. “Have you tried to fix it or is it unrepairable?”
"Jim tried to take me home so I hid in the engines and got lost…. again,"
"… what happened this time?"
“Broke one of the replicators in the mess hall.
I am not even regretful of that fact.
Those accursed machines spit out less than what I would deem edible.”
"What, and you think since you’re big on sacrifices and small on the needs of others, you think you can just damage our property like that?"
[ it occurs to Dana that despite how much alcohol she consumes in a given period of time, despite how hard she works to interpose her own mental processes, she cannot escape the inner machinations of her own mind. in coming to this realization, she eschews resisting and instead barricades herself in her office until the anxiety her thoughts incite passes ]
[ normally Nyota wouldn’t intrude, but the woman disappeared so suddenly and in such a rushed manner that she was certain there were ill circumstances behind it. And, well, she could use a little time away from the bridge - she was there constantly. Even off shift. This was what they’d call “healthy,” right?
She knocks softly on her door. ]
"Hello? Someone in there?"
… am i the only one who doesn’t prefer 100% fancy text replies? .-.