It was the smell that woke her. That musky, fermenting forest aroma stirring her from her slumber as her eyes snap open, revealing the canopy above her. Blinking, trying to clear her vision as her eyes begin to adapt to the change in light, she begins to stand, leaning against a nearby tree as she regains her balance. She turns, taking stock of her surroundings as her hand reaches up to her comm badge.
Chirp "Seven to the Bridge."
Silence.
Chirp "Seven to the Tita... Enterprise."
Silence.
Chirp "Seven to Raffi?"
Stepping off from the bough of the tree, she takes a deep breath in, tasting the fragrance in the air.
"Computer, End Program." Moments pass in silence as she waits expectantly for her surroundings to dissolve into that all too familiar black and yellow matrix.
"Ok, so not the Holodeck either." She steps forward, feeling her weight on her foot as she tests the earth beneath her. "Gravity feels normal, air's breathable. Got to take stock, find out where I am and how I ended up here. Find a way to contact the ship. My ship."
She takes stock of her surroundings again, looking up through the canopy to gauge the angle of the sun before, seemingly satisfied, picking a direction and walking.
[Let Me Kiss You in the Pouring Rain, Pt. 1]
Taking shelter from the sudden downpour under the awning of a street side coffee shop, Seven sits alone at a table, her hands wrapped around a fresh mug as she stares out onto the rain-slicked street outside. Trying to keep her thoughts from wondering, she raises the mug to her lips, taking a long, drawn sip.
"It's no raktajino, but I guess it'll do." Setting the mug back down, she thinks back to the message from the Arrival Centre. "Once a day." She sighs. "While I'm here, once a day?"
If I have to touch someone, why couldn't it have been her?
Shaking her head, she sets the mug back down on the table.
"Raffi," She says to the rain "you better be looking after the damn ship."
Seven of Nine | Star Trek Picard | Autumn | New Character, New Player
It was the smell that woke her. That musky, fermenting forest aroma stirring her from her slumber as her eyes snap open, revealing the canopy above her. Blinking, trying to clear her vision as her eyes begin to adapt to the change in light, she begins to stand, leaning against a nearby tree as she regains her balance. She turns, taking stock of her surroundings as her hand reaches up to her comm badge.
Chirp
"Seven to the Bridge."
Silence.
Chirp
"Seven to the Tita... Enterprise."
Silence.
Chirp
"Seven to Raffi?"
Stepping off from the bough of the tree, she takes a deep breath in, tasting the fragrance in the air.
"Computer, End Program." Moments pass in silence as she waits expectantly for her surroundings to dissolve into that all too familiar black and yellow matrix.
"Ok, so not the Holodeck either." She steps forward, feeling her weight on her foot as she tests the earth beneath her. "Gravity feels normal, air's breathable. Got to take stock, find out where I am and how I ended up here. Find a way to contact the ship. My ship."
She takes stock of her surroundings again, looking up through the canopy to gauge the angle of the sun before, seemingly satisfied, picking a direction and walking.
[Let Me Kiss You in the Pouring Rain, Pt. 1]
Taking shelter from the sudden downpour under the awning of a street side coffee shop, Seven sits alone at a table, her hands wrapped around a fresh mug as she stares out onto the rain-slicked street outside. Trying to keep her thoughts from wondering, she raises the mug to her lips, taking a long, drawn sip.
"It's no raktajino, but I guess it'll do." Setting the mug back down, she thinks back to the message from the Arrival Centre. "Once a day." She sighs. "While I'm here, once a day?"
If I have to touch someone, why couldn't it have been her?
Shaking her head, she sets the mug back down on the table.
"Raffi," She says to the rain "you better be looking after the damn ship."