Jack Spicer has been having a problem. His omnicom is gone. He wants his omnicom back, and Leon has it. Not only does Jack not like Leon much, but he has to get authorization from the captain himself in order to get it back.

Not only is this absolutely horrible for his pride, it also means he has to ask a favor of the head Good Guy on the ship. At least, that's the way he sees it.

But... he misses it. And he's finally decided that sulking and procrastinating isn't going to make this any better.

After trying for a couple minutes to think of how to do this, Jack finally gives up and goes the simple and blunt route.

Hey, um... Captain? Sir? he asks hesitantly over his comm ring. He doesn't really know where Picard would be right now.

Roxie is feeling a little anxious about her meeting with Allen. It's not enough to keep her from coming, though—the faint unhappy tickle down her back of her sinuses isn't nearly as bad as some of the panic she's worked her way through before. So, at 16:00 exactly, not as much as a minute early or late, she steps into the Sensoriums. She has her overlarge denim jacket, hanging awkwardly on her little frame and half-buttoned, and a little silver bell hangs on a chain around her neck, but she doesn't have anything else with her, and her hands are in two of the jacket's many, many pockets.