Posted by Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Executive Officer) in Ships In The Night No More (Tag Dalton)
=/\= Computer. Location of Lieutenant Dalton. =/\= the XO said while seated at his desk. =/\= Lieutenant Dalton is currently in the Main Science Lab. =/\= came the response. Sinclair took a deep breath. “Okay. Ok ok ok… I can do this.” he said to himself. His palms were sweaty and he was nervous. He stood up and straightened hi suniform and then walked briskly out of his office and to the lifts. A few moments later, he walked into the main lab and looked around for Cori.

Sinclair, XO

She wasn’t on duty (and dressed in black leggings and a simple tunic length violet sweater), but there was something about sitting in a lab and just taking in the focused energy excited epiphanies, and frustrated roadblocks that accompanied the scientific method. The main difference between now and the last thirteen years was that Cori could feel all that from ther others around her. Not in an empathic way, but that sense of being a person in biological relation to others. She wasn’t quite ready to venture into other areas of the ship alone, but science spaces were capturing something in her that she needed to ignite and remember, something she needed in order to move forward as an officer on this new ship.

Cori was sitting on a stool at a worktable in the corner, away from the others. They seemed to be paying her no mind, maybe because they were used to visiting scientists, or they were intensely involved in their work, or because Cori wasn’t inviting interaction right now. Hell, it could be all of the above. In any case, Dalton was oblivious to everything around her.

~Corinne Dalton