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October 24th, 2010 
12:08 am - Pep talk time!
Pretty
Who: The Scotts
Where: Their quarters
What: Liz needs a pep talk

Liz had sent a message to Monty. She was still avoiding crowds for the most part and she had made one trip out in which she came across a beautiful necklace that she had to buy for Chrissy. This is what prompted the message she sent which was now resulting in a lunch date. Liz was nervous, more so than she should be because Chrissy was okay and seemed just fine. Liz was still a worried and so she messaged her husband in a panic which then just lead to her pacing in the room until he arrived. 
Mirror: rorriM
Who: Montgomery Scott and Nyota Uhura
Where: The pub on the station
What: Some much needed hanging out time

He'd promised Uhura that this leave, they would have some time to just hang out, just the two of them. It had been far too long he and Uhura had had a chance to just sit and talk and be friends. There was always some crisis or another happening on the ship, it seemed, and somehow or another they only saw each other when things were getting dire.

But he'd promised. That was, more or less, the only reason he was even away from the ship at all right now. He was worried about Liz. Worried about her, and trying not to be worried about her. And this was supposed to be time to relax. He wasn't doing a whole lot of that. Nevertheless, he'd sent Uhura a message telling her to meet him at the pub, and he'd gone ahead and gone himself, and ordered a drink, and settled in to wait, trying not to look like he wasn't relaxing and having a good time. It wasn't working so well.
sly smile
 After the constant commotion that overwhelmed the ship almost constantly, Mikan was relieved to hear word of a leave on the space station. It was the perfect opportunity for everyone to relax and get in some good leisure time before trying to resume normal activity on the Enterprise. It just so happened at a particular bar of chocolate in one of the small shops on the station seemed to call his fiancee's name, so after purchasing it, he headed back to the room he and the head nurse had been assigned. 

Punching in his access code, he walked in with a smile. "Chrissy?" he called, slipping off his jacket.
┼ Snarky
Who: Spock, {open}
Where: Space Station mess hall
What: Even First Officers need om noms. Joining him, y/y?

After his successful reestablishment of his relationship with the Captain, Spock had been strangely...pleasant. Well, as pleasant as a Vulcan could be. His remarks, comments, suggestions, and all else were still as logical and full of huge words as usual, but they were less snippy, a little calmer, like all was right with his world. In a sense, it was.

Apparently the whole ship knew about his relationship as well, with some of the females looking disappointingly in his direction as he passed by, others giving him hopeful looks. Hopeful like he was actually feeling something for another person. Illogical, really. There were rumors floating through what the other crew members thought were whispers, but Spock ignored them as he headed down the hall. After supervising some of the repairs done in the computer labs, he decided that not only was it an appropriate time for the second meal of the day, but he was actually hungry.

He'd found the Captain in the gym, running a few laps, so he bypassed interrupting him by leaving and heading straight for the mess hall. Some of the tables were dotted with other crew members, but there was a nice table open by a large porthole. Replicating some fruit and a vegetable soup that had ample nutrients he needed at this hour, Spock headed over to the table after making sure his orange juice wasn't pulpy - he decided long ago that he liked the 'non-pulp' version of Human orange juice. Having a seat by the window, he watched the space pass by the station for a bit before dipping his spoon into his soup.
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