Lt. Commander T'Ama - Are We Sure This Isn't A Punishment?
Melissa Jackson
(( Outside Sherlock-Martinson Quarters, Deck 7, USS Valkyrie-A ))
T’Ama sighed at the impassive grey door in front of her, just like all the hundreds of others, steeling herself to go in. She jabbed the door chime.
This was gonna suuuuuuuuck.
The door slid open with a little whoosh. Inside T’Ama became keenly aware the nasal inhibitors she had taken that morning were starting to wear off. It smelled in the same sort of way humans always smell, which she had gotten used to, but it also smelled vaguely like poop, with a sickening high note of puked up milk.
She did not succeed in not wrinkling her nose when stepping inside.
T’Ama: I’m here.
Sherlock/Martinson: response
Sherlock’s baby Esme had just turned twelve months old - a milestone for humans as that was the length of their year. And T’Ama was here to watch the baby and make sure she didn’t die through accident or starvation while her parents were gone for the evening.
She eyed the room uncomfortably, looking for her charge.
T’Ama: Where is she?
Sherlock/Martinson: response
Feeling very awkward, she gave the baby a Vulcan salute on autopilot before catching herself and putting her hand down.
T’Ama: Oh- okay. When will you be back?
Sherlock/Martinson: response
USS Valkyrie-A
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