Personal Log

Stardate 9902.04

"Moving Day"

Jen carried a large, heavy box down the corridor. She attempted to see past the box, at the room numbers. When she finally spotted one, she realized she had gone too far. ~~Damn! Come on Jen! You've got to learn where you live! ~~ With a sigh, she turned around to the proper door. Her arms started quaking with the strain of the box. She pressed the box to the wall, using her body weight to keep it from falling. She jabbed her code into the keypad, and grabbed the box, almost falling into her quarters instead of walking into them. She heard the chirp of an incoming transmission. Attempting to hurry, she but the box on the floor, right on the cat's tail. With a screech, Ophelia flew away from her as she ran to the console.

She hit the button, and leaned against the console breathing heavily. The Federation logo was replaced by the annoyed face of her brother Scott. Upon looking at his sister's normally serene face, and seeing her hair in disarray, sweat dripping down her face, and her breathing labored, he became immediately worried. "Hey, sis! What's up? You OK?"

Jen was able to relax a little, knowing it was a personal call instead of a professional one, and flopped into the desk chair, wiping sweat from her brow with her sleeve. With a big sigh, she said, "Yeah, things are great Scott! I almost dropped the box with all my PADDs, couldn't get in the door, put the box on Ophelia's tail, and attempted to answer a communications hail all at once. I'm doing just great! Hang on a sec, OK?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up and went to the replicator. "Water, 0.5 degrees C, one liter." The drink materialized, and she went back to her desk. Settling into the chair again, "So, what's up? Sorry I was so curt - lots happening all at once around here!"

"No problem. Hey ... looks like you're redecorating. What's the occasion?"

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