Reacquainting [OPEN, COMMAND CREW INVITED]

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Picard was in the Sensoriums. It wasn't an unusual spot to find him by any means, but unlike much of the time when he relaxed in a smoky jazz club, or walked along the streets of Old Chicago or New York, the captain was not dressed as Dixon Hill. He wasn't smoking or drinking, either. Instead, he simply stood on the bridge of the Enterprise, listening to old reports, Captain's and Senior Officers' logs, and even going so far as to recreate some of the memorable moments on the ship. Now wanting to try and use the hologram as some kind of emotional crutch, he even had the simulation make an artificial version of himself, playing through the events exactly as they'd occurred.

Taking a sip from his tea, the captain gazed out of the viewscreen to the expanse of space before him. It made for a very pretty picture, no doubt about it, but it was not why he was here. No, Picard had the unfortunate self-assigned duty of reacquainting himself with every case of temporal discrepancy and every judicial dispute and every interdimensional boondoggle the Enterprise and her crew had ever been involved in.

He did laugh, however, when he read the regulations and operating procedures for the Department of Temporal Investigations. He almost pitied them, having to deal with so many temporal disputes involving James Kirk.

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[prettycoolguy]

Given the choice between being on the ground and on a ship, the Chief would prefer the ground any day of the week. It's where he belongs, with a solid planet under his feet and a weapon in his hands.

Still, ordinary ships are familiar to him. Nothing weird and organic, no eyeball-like things watching...

He can't resist investigating when he sees what the sensorium has become. Then he notices Picard is here.

"Sir."

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Picard raised his glass cordially to the Chief, inviting him in further. "Master Chief."