Lt. Robin Hopper: Ring Ring
Robin Hopper
((Amity Outpost – Paxau District, Talaxi Palms Hotel))
Robin couldn’t remember ever sleeping as soundly as she did during the journey back to Amity. After they had beamed aboard the shuttle Quimby, things began to get fuzzy. She vaguely recalled hugging someone – maybe several someones – in her relief-fueled daze before curling up against a sturdy Klingon shoulder and then… darkness. There were flashes of ‘memory’ between then and now – a corridor on the Kitty Hawk, having the skin on her knee patched up in a sickbay, eating… popcorn?
The reality was that she had been asleep or in a waking daze since they had left Idrustix and only really ‘came to’ once she had had a ‘proper’ night’s sleep back in her hotel room. She woke to the dim (simulated) daylight breaking through her curtains with a start, convinced for a moment that she had simply passed out from exhaustion back on Idrustix and that everything from then onwards had been a dream.
She sat up quickly, getting her bearings. It appeared that she was, in fact, back on Amity. Her knee was still a little sore but, taking a look at it, it seemed to have already started recovering well. Her headache was gone, and she was hungry… Things were seemingly ‘normal’ – or at least more ‘normal’ than they had been in a while.
She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her mini-PADD. There were a lot of notifications and messages – several reminders about reports that needed to be finished in the days ahead. Her mind started racing. There was so much to do. So many people to check on…
Hopper: ::To herself:: One thing at a time.
She pulled the covers off, surprised to find that she was still wearing her skant uniform… She must have changed into it at some point. Last she recalled, she had been wearing a full standard uniform for the warmth and freezing despite it. After changing, she had evidently not had the wherewithal to take it off before crawling into bed…
Hopper: At least I took my boots off… ::Chuckling:: Holy @#$% what a mission.
She was definitely going to have to write to Trisha, her former Department Head aboard the Wall Street, about that one…
Swinging her legs out of bed, she gave both of them a little swing to test her mobility and, finding it satisfactory, pushed herself up and out. She was a little wobbly, but made her way to the sonic shower – tossing her uniform in the replicator to be ‘refreshed’ before stepping in for a much-needed cleanse.
((Thirty Minutes Later))
Robin had a long long list of priorities. Too long. Since arriving on Amity, things had been a bit of a whirlwind as she dove head-first into both Science and Research Center management and Mission Preparations. She looked down the list she had made for herself, the items listed in no particular order – save what her stream of consciousness had provided her…
Find out how S’Raga is doing
See Ikaia (Is he okay? How’s my stupid knee?)
Mission Reports
Breakfast (Hotel should update their vegetarian breakfast options)
Book counseling appointment with Carter (overdue)
Combat refresher? Iovianus?
Check in with Richards re: the Targhee
Contact Ops re: personal quarters
Despite coming last, the first thing on her mental to-do list was sorting out proper quarters for herself. Her things were mostly in storage, and the hotel bed was too soft for her liking – not to mention that if she didn’t get it sorted during shore leave, she might not get to it until the new year… and that was too sad to contemplate.
She decided to complete two tasks in one. She tapped her combadge, pinned to the chest of her dress. Since she was on leave, she had decided to dress accordingly – letting the replicator keep the uniform and replicating one of her off-duty outfits instead: a bright raspberry dress, long-sleeved and collared, with a bold and busy print that reminded her of harvest time back on Theta VII. It felt particularly appropriate for mid-Autumn and, she hoped, would help put her in the mindset for apartment hunting in the station’s Beijing district.
Hopper: =/\= Ensign S’Raga? This is Lieutenant Hop– =/\=
She caught herself. They were on shore leave – and she was trying to set ‘duties’ aside for the moment.
Hopper: =/\= –It’s Robin. Are you busy? =/\=
S’Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
As they spoke, she picked out a pair of earrings – small gold hoops about 4 centimeters in diameter.
Hopper: =/\= If you’re feeling well enough for a bit of walking about, I wondered if I might get your help with a personal matter. I haven’t sorted out my living arrangements yet and I thought I might get your assistance picking an apartment. =/\=
S’Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Hopper: =/\= Well, your duties cover Ops as well, don’t they? Besides, I’d like a chance to catch up after that whirlwind of a mission. If you’re up for some apartment-hunting, grab yourself a coffee and meet me in fifteen minutes at Archer? =/\=
S’Raga: =/\= Optional =/\=
((Fifteen Minutes Later – Habitat Ring, Archer Station))
Robin stood, sipping a chai latté, as the train rolled – or, rather, hovered – into the station. As the young Caitian officer stepped off, she offered him a friendly smile and a wave. She was glad, and relieved, to see that he was feeling better. Hopefully their shore leave would provide him with the recuperation time he needed after being ‘zapped’ with that immuno-stimulating ray.
Hopper: Hiya! It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming on short notice. I appreciate the help.
S’Raga: Response
TBC
