http://nerve-pincher.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nerve-pincher.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-01 11:36 pm

Ragel-tor (closed)

The best place Spock could think of which would allow Lieutenant Uhura some measure of privacy and the ability to rest, was his own room.

Even on the Enterprise, his quarters had been spartan. Here, there was even less. But it was quiet, and private. It would serve.

"I have been here approximately one month," he explained simply. "I am still growing accustomed to the ship and her environs."

*Ragel-tor = a chance meeting; to be present at someone's arrival.

[identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"There were absolutely no other viable options than to deal with it badly or simply deal with it," she said, her tone somewhere between amused and just not. "I chose the right option."

[identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I weigh my options," she murmured. "And have a talent for sensing...bullshit." Her lips curved and then she really did laugh. It was a good, real, and bright one. God, was she ever good at sensing complete bullshit when it came to a variety of scenarios.

[identity profile] nothefarragut.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am sure the situation we find ourselves in will allow me to test that theory to its fullest extent," she said, her tone light and amused. Especially the bullshit detector, she thought, reminiscing over the few people she'd met.