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Post by Adrian Marois on Jul 18, 2009 20:57:06 GMT -6
Adrian had never been musical; even she could admit that. She had never sung, but her mother had, soft voice crooning soft words in her native tongue whenever her only child was hurt or sick. Adrian had inherited an old silver flute a while back, and she'd tried to learn and become quite proficient at it before it became an abandoned hobby. She never had been good at sticking with things. But she'd brought it with her onto the Enterprise, the black leather case worn slightly and soft with age sat on her desk next to her state-of-the-art laptop. She'd cracked it open a few times, put it together, played a few notes, and put it back. It shimmered in the light as she opened the case and then closed it, clicking the latches shut as she picked it up in one hand, a sheaf of music in the other.
The rec room would be a good place. Most nights it wasn't crowded, especially at this hour. Adrian needed less sleep than most humans, being only half human herself. The room was empty when she walked in, and she pulled the door slightly to as she sat down at one of the tables and put together the instrument.
Her mother had a special love for Celtic flute and it's intricacies. She'd learned a few ornamentations in her day, and she took a deep breath and let her fingers move as they wanted to, through a slightly mixed-up version of her mother's favourite air. |
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Post by Christine Chapel on Jul 26, 2009 22:39:35 GMT -6
Christine lay in bed for possibly an hour wide awake she couldn't sleep, this wasn't the first night this had happened most nights she had trouble sleeping. Usually it wasn't a problem though usually after twenty minutes or so she would fall asleep but tonight was different she just could not fall asleep, whenever she would close her eyes to make an attempt they always fluttered open. She didn't know why she was having sleeping problems when she was down on Earth at home she never had such a problem this was only a recent thing.
Maybe it was meeting Mr. Spock knowing he was with Uhura yet she still kept an infatuous crush on him. But she had had the same type of thing happen to her possibly a thousand times a one sided crush and still she had the capability to sleep. Tossing and turning she decided just laying here wouldn't help a thing. She stood up and made her way to the Rec room.
It was so late she didn't expect anyone to be there so she didn't bother brushing her curly blonde hair, it was messy but it wasn't as bad as it could be. She didn't bother to dress either so she was in her lounge clothes. Upon opening the door she was a bit surprised to see someone in there a girl about half her age which made her feel undeniably old. She decided to introduce herself it was only the polite thing to do. Quietly she made her way to the table. "Hi." She said shyly she wasn't one to make knew friends easily. "Chapel, Christine Chapel." She held out her hand. |
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Post by Adrian Marois on Aug 12, 2009 7:08:26 GMT -6
"Oh, forget it," Adrian huffed as she put down the flute, resting it on the table. Her fingers didn't remember the notes, and she couldn't be bothered to try to dredge up the notes. She was just about to get up to leave when an older blonde appeared.
She turned away from the table with a smile. "Hi, Chapel, Christine Chapel. I'm Adrian Marois, the assistant chief science officer." She stacked her books and crossed her legs, aware that she could do that because she wasn't wearing her uniform. "What brings you here so late?" She ran her fingers along the silver surface of the flute absent-mindedly. It glittered in the light. There were a few scratches, but Adrian didn't really notice. |
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