Ensign Delphina Wren- Pre-laxing
Grace McDermott
((USS Ronin, Delphina Wren’s quarters))
Delphina sat in the center of her room, legs crossed in a way that looked as though someone had tossed her aside carelessly. The room’s lights had dimmed, and she’d amplified the sound of the ship’s engines onto a continuous white-noise loop that vibrated in her ears and sank into her bones. This last week had been difficult. She’d always known that being on-board a federation starship would be difficult, but she’d been practicing for this since she’d started at the academy. But the last week, had just been….bad. Some days were better than others. Some days she didn’t even notice the constant white noise, and some days it threatened to crush her.
Carefully, Delphina pulled her violin out of its case, tuning it slowly. With each sound of the strings, she felt her mind pull back bit by bit. First dulling the edges of the thoughts around her until it was a simple roar, then dimming the volume until it went from a roar to a ever-present shushing sound. After a few minutes, she raised her bow, gently drawing it against one string after another.
She paused, feeling the violin vibrate beneath her chin, and she snorted a little, concentration ebbing as she realized it was harmonizing with the hum of the engines. oO What is that, is that a G? Somewhere along there…. Oo She harmonized with the engine a little more, before clearing her throat and beginning to sing.
Wren: ::In a voice that isn’t great but still sounds nice:: Early Sunday morning, played all through the night. Drums and mics been packed away, the empty pub’s a sad, sad sight. Last remaining barflies, hang on for the crack. Let’s call on and shout it out, the empty owl from the back… Another night’s been played on the road. Tunes and pints have flowed all night, tired an- ::is interrupted by a chiming noise::
Computer: ::in an adjusted voice:: Delphina, you have six new messages, and one reminder.
Sighing a little, Delphina swiveled her legs beneath her, putting the violin down as she stood up. Tapping at her console, she frowned as she scrolled through the messages. oO Mordren….Mordren… Mordren telling me which resort he and S’tari will be at so I avoid it….. Mordren asking me if it’s true there’s a Cardassian on the Ronin and asking for further details… Oh, that Ferengi got back to me, that’s good- Oo
Delphina froze, her fingers hovering over the last, most recent message, horror overwhelming her, oO Della. I don’t know if you’re getting my messages or not, but I’ve taken the liberty of informing your commanding officer about your condition so he can make reasonable accommodations. I know you won’t appreciate it, but I feel this is for the best to ensure your success. Mordren Wren, Chief Medical Officer, Apollo Station Oo
Wren:..... Oh, I am going to kill him. ::hurrying out the door:: Computer, message back Oolen, tell him I’ll be by for the music box tomorrow. Delete all other messages. Reply to Mordren with the standard ‘I’m ignoring you’ memo!
((USS Ronin Ready Room))
Feeling an intense sense of Deja Vu, Delphina paused outside the ready room, pulling up her PADD to make sure that she knew what the captain looked like this time. According to the picture, he was still a Trill, but other than that she’d been way off with her initial assumption. This time, however, she wasn’t in uniform, and she hoped he’d be okay with her blouse and overall dress combo. She’d been planning to be off-planet in a few hours, not knocking on the Captain’s door.
Wren: oO Well, I guess we learn to expect the unexpected Oo ::pressing the entry button, and stepping inside::.... Hello? ::checking picture one more time:: Captain?
Niac: Response
He seemed to be arguing with the computer system, and Wren felt her embarrassment grow a little bit as she realized this probably wasn’t the best time to poke her head in. But when he turned to her, she immediately straightened up, giving her best ‘I’m not here to make sure you haven’t heard I’m incompetent’ smile.
Wren: I’m Ensign Delphina Wren. I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself to you properly before…. Everything. It’s nice to meet you
Niac: Response
Wren: Oh, it still thinks you’re dead? That’s… odd. That should have been adjusted when we found out about it being a version of you from an alternate universe. Do you want me to take a crack at it?
Niac: Response
Delphina knelt down, reaching into one of the many hidden pockets she’d sewn into her dress, and popped off the side of the console, plugging in her PADD.
Wren: Any way you could hold up something that shows the current date? If I take your picture and upload it, along with a witness statement, it should go through.
Niac: Response
((OOC tag, the song Delphina was singing is called Another Night, written by my father James McDermott. He gave me permission to use it, and y’all can hear the whole thing here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1atr1Ypg3I))
Tags/TBC