(( Ship's Library, Deck 10, USS Octavia E Butler ))
Kimonzi was looking around the library at the entirety of its catalog laying on the ground around her. She had picked this job from the job list because it seemed easy enough to do, but when she got here she realized that this was not going to be easy.
Lahl: What could possibly be happening here?
That’s when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her. With a slight jump of surprise and a little squeak, she turned and saw Lieutenant Herrick had snuck up on her.
Lahl: Sir! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.
Herrick: ::eyebrow raised:: Kimonzi, exactly what happened here?
They had become friendlier since her Zhian’tara, and she was glad that there wasn’t anything that led Lieutenant Herrick to think less of her afterwards.
Lahl: I’m going to be honest sir, but I’m not sure what is going on. I walked in and everything was on the floor.
Herrick: Any guess on what you might think…
As he spoke, Kimonzi watch as the entirety of the library’s catalog slowly rose and attached itself to the ceiling.
Lahl: Well, that’s certainly not supposed to happen.
Herrick: Response
Kimonzi scratched her head as she looked up, a couple strands of hair dropping out of her standard bun.
Lahl: Well, I doubt it’s the gravity generators.
Herrick: Response
She turned back to her boss.
Lahl: Well, if for no other reason than the both of us are still on the floor.
Herrick: Response
Lahl: I just hope it’s not a cosmic being messing with us somehow.
Tags/TBC