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[ well. this is new. okay this is beyond new but with the things she's seen since enlisting in starfleet, so far, this is barely more than a blip on the radar.
she's arrived in the central part of the plane, momentarily caught off-guard by the floor beneath booted feet; it's almost as though she's looking at the viewscreen in the astrometics lab, long-range sensors showing her what lay beyond their current position, and it's so mystifying that she almost forgets that she's somewhere she doesn't need to be.
or, at the very least, somewhere she doesn't mean to be.
she takes a few more steps forward, ending up right in front of the information kiosk, and she reaches out to take a pamphlet. she's only accustomed to feeling real paper beneath her fingertips when she's paging through one of her own books, care-worn and well-loved, and being so surrounded by technology her entire life, this feels … odd, to say the very least. she reads, line by line, eyes scanning each folded section until she's taken it all in – and even then, she reads it through twice more, attempting to wrap her brain around the logic that, given the current circumstances, doesn't seem to apply here.
spock would be proud, if he'd had any idea.
the pamphlet is folded and held in one hand as she continues wandering about, and it isn't long before she comes across the bar.
the bar.
and it's with a small sound of interest lingering in the back of her throat that she pushes forward, fingers trailing over the bartop's surface, peering behind it to see what she has to choose from. most of it, she's never heard of, but that never really seems to matter. one quick look around, and she's helping herself to the nearest bottle – something bright, nearly translucent, and wherever bones is he'd better hope she isn't allergic to it because he isn't there to help her if she is.
bottoms up. ]
she's arrived in the central part of the plane, momentarily caught off-guard by the floor beneath booted feet; it's almost as though she's looking at the viewscreen in the astrometics lab, long-range sensors showing her what lay beyond their current position, and it's so mystifying that she almost forgets that she's somewhere she doesn't need to be.
or, at the very least, somewhere she doesn't mean to be.
she takes a few more steps forward, ending up right in front of the information kiosk, and she reaches out to take a pamphlet. she's only accustomed to feeling real paper beneath her fingertips when she's paging through one of her own books, care-worn and well-loved, and being so surrounded by technology her entire life, this feels … odd, to say the very least. she reads, line by line, eyes scanning each folded section until she's taken it all in – and even then, she reads it through twice more, attempting to wrap her brain around the logic that, given the current circumstances, doesn't seem to apply here.
spock would be proud, if he'd had any idea.
the pamphlet is folded and held in one hand as she continues wandering about, and it isn't long before she comes across the bar.
the bar.
and it's with a small sound of interest lingering in the back of her throat that she pushes forward, fingers trailing over the bartop's surface, peering behind it to see what she has to choose from. most of it, she's never heard of, but that never really seems to matter. one quick look around, and she's helping herself to the nearest bottle – something bright, nearly translucent, and wherever bones is he'd better hope she isn't allergic to it because he isn't there to help her if she is.
bottoms up. ]
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