Calibrations Spill-Over Post

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Felix

[dancingmd]

{from here}

The Enterprise is our home, yes. [Her brow furrows slightly and the rest of her answer comes slowly, as if she is unsure of what to tell him.] There was another place... but I do not think I can go back there, not for a long time.

[lord_wizard]

[It's the first time he's seen that expression on her face. The first time the confident woman seemed far less so]

Why is that? If you wish to tell me, that is.

[dancingmd]

[The lights in the corridor dim and an incongruous breeze blows through, chilling them. There's a voice, a man's voice, faint but threatening. "Beverly... Beverly, I've come back for you." For an instant, Beverly looks terrified.]

No...

[Then more firmly:]

No. [She shakes her head, though the lights do not return to their previous brightness and the corridor remains cold.] We're not going to talk about that.

[lord_wizard]

[He holds his hands up, quellingly. Again, the strength of feeling behind that catches him by surprise.]

That's all right. It was only a question.

[dancingmd]

[That calms her a bit, that he isn't pressing, but still... He has brushed too close to something she trusts very few people with.]

Thank you. But perhaps you ought to be leaving soon.

[lord_wizard]

Yes, perhaps I ought to. Thank you for the tour, Doctor. Truly...I appreciate seeing more of your ship.

[And that's really all he can say. He knows he's pried too much, but the sentiment is largely true. If there are less precious questions to ask, he doesn't know what they are. Even coming from the fleet, this place is still very alien to him, but it's home to her. It's strange to think about]

[dancingmd]

You're welcome. [He's being polite and cooperative at least so:] Perhaps another day, you can come for another visit.

[Then she taps her combadge.]

Transporter room, one to beam out.

[There's an "Aye, aye," at the other end and then Felix will find himself surrounded by a strange light and will experience the even stranger, if painless, sensation of being pulled apart for a moment. But it's over quickly enough and he'll wake up back in his quarters on the Marsiva.]