Lt. JG Roxanne Queen - Season of the witch

[Don K]

((Rest Area, The Reef))

Whatever the realm they were in was, it did not seem to be agreeing with Rox. The last few days had been something of a blur.  While working on repairing Narhelion, Rox had suddenly found herself flying rapidly out toward the stars. She'd only just managed to grab a bit of sinew and then spent the next several hours holding on for dear life.  Remarkabley, Narhelion seemed to have some kind of atmospheric shield in place.  She realized she wouldn’t suffocate if she could just hold on to the bit of sinew she had grasped.  She'd been certain that she would disintegrate as they passed through the fissure, but she found herself still alive.  Finally the sinew had fully pulled her back into Narhelion.  

Back on the Ronin, even several showers and a uniform changes had not helped her feel better.  She felt an odd tingling sensation, but a scan from her medical tricorder revealed nothing interesting.  She also seemed to have a stuffy nose and kept sneezing.  Beyond all that, there was something else.  Her hair.  After returning to the Ronin she'd noticed  several prominent gray streaks. She'd thought it was some kind of stain at first, but no amount of shampoo would wash it away.  On the one hand she looked wiser, but on the other hand it made her look a bit aged.   She'd so far explained it away to the rest of the crew as a side effect of the time she'd spent in space while Narhelion moved through the rift, but she needed something better.  She'd decided to take a walk to consider what to do next.  

At the center of this strange space weas some kind of planetoid and there were several locations that could serve to allow relaxation.  This was likely a holdover from whatever race the "Caretakers" of Narhelion were.  Rox was surprised and pleased to find her new boss there.  It was unfortunate that Quentin had been injured, but Rox was pleased to be under the command of someone sensible and who had some humility.  

Shortrith: Hi!

Rox: Eh? What's up doc?

Any: Response

She usually saved that one for V'Len, but Shortrith seemed like a person who appreciated a good joke.  

Shortrith: About to dye my hair. It'll just be streaks, but it'll be coloured.

They pointed to the box in reference and Rox rolled her eyes upward to once again observe the gray streaks in otherwise raven black locks.  

Rox: That's a decent idea.  I seemed to have ended up with some highlights I don't appreciate.  

Any: Response

Shortrith: You want in? I can get another box really quickly.

Rox: Heck yeah!  Anything to get out this gray.  

Any: Response

Renaie rose to collect another set of materials.  

Rox:  Do you have blonde?  I hear gentleman prefer that.  

Shortrith/Any: Response

Rox:  ::considering::  Even red seems a bit tame.  If I'm going to do this, I think I should go big.

Shortrith/Any: Response

Rox:  We could both go blonde.  Or maybe blue?  Do you like blue?

Shortrith/Any: Response

Rox shrugged her shoulders.

Rox:  I don't know what happened it's been gray since we entered this rift ::beat::  dimension ::beat::  space.  But even the roots are gray.  I'm gonna look older than Thess soon.  

Shortrith/Any: Response

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Lt. JG. Roxanne Queen

Nurse

USS Ronin NCC-34523 

T239811VK2

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