THE GILMORE VOYAGERS
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. Proceed into restaraunt-132 and acquire a cup of coffee and cherry Danish both for yourself and me," 7of9 Gilmore issued her directive to her protesting best friend / daughter as they stood outside Chakotay's.
"Mom! It's called Chakotay's. And why can't you go in and get your own coffee and Danish?"
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. You are fully aware that on stardate February 23, 2001, Chakotay and I were involved in our first real fight. As a result, Chakotay most likely no longer considers himself a part of our collective. Therefore you must acquire the coffee and Danish for me. Comply!" 7of9 Gilmore stamped her foot.
"Mom, you are going to go in there, you're going to make up with Chakotay, and you're going to get your own coffee and Danish!" Naomi shook her head slightly, grinning with certainty as she swung her book-filled backpack up onto her shoulder.
7of9 didn't respond. She only ejected her assimilation tubules and slowly moved them toward Naomi Wildman-Gilmore's neck.
"All right, all right! I'll go! Sheesh, no need to assimilate me," and she begrudgingly went inside.
"Hello, Naomi. What can I get for you?" Chakotay was speaking to Naomi, but his attention was straying to the window, where 7of9 Gilmore was peeking in none too stealth fully.
"Hey, Chakotay. I'll have two coffees; one black, one creamed and sugared, and I'll take two Danishes; one cheese and one cherry," Naomi sheepishly got out, fingering one of her cranial horns.
"And you're going to eat all of that yourself?" Chakotay admonished his de facto daughter unbelievingly.
"Yes. I'm very hungry today. Very, very hungry. I could eat a whole horse, and I just made myself sick with that image, but I'd eat the whole horse anyway. That's how hungry I am. Very," Naomi just rolled her eyes after that.
"Well you can go out there and tell your," shouting this next word towards the window where 7 was looking in, "moth-er! that she can come in here and get her own coffee and Danish, because otherwise she isn't getting any!" "Can I have both Danishes?" Naomi tried pitifully, her voice hopeless.
"You get one Danish," and with that he jutted a bag holding a single cheese Danish and coffee-filled Styrofoam cup towards the now cowering Naomi Wildman-Gilmore on the counter, which she took and then made the long walk of shame out of Chakotay's.
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. Was your mission successful?" 7of9 Gilmore asked, filled with dull hope.
"He wouldn't give me two Danishes. I could only get just this one," Naomi's voice was filled with defeat. "I'm not hungry anymore. Do you want it?"
"Perhaps. What designation is it?"
Resignedly Naomi said, "Pastry 002."
"Cheese filled. I deem it unworthy of assimilation into my system. You are to retain and assimilate both items yourself. I shall. make due."
"You mean you're going in there to make up with Chakotay? That's great!" Naomi said with renewed enthusiasm.
7of9 pulled her tubules back in before Naomi noticed them. "Yes. At this time it is the most efficient course of action. I will. 'make up' with him," and she quickly entered the restaurant.
Just then Kork walked up to Naomi. "I thought your mom and Chakotay were staying away from each other after their fight?"
All bouncy and smiles Naomi replied, "Yes, but she's going in there to make up with him right now! Isn't it great?"
Kork being Kork, he said, "And you believe that?" and rolled his eyes as he walked away. END
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. Proceed into restaraunt-132 and acquire a cup of coffee and cherry Danish both for yourself and me," 7of9 Gilmore issued her directive to her protesting best friend / daughter as they stood outside Chakotay's.
"Mom! It's called Chakotay's. And why can't you go in and get your own coffee and Danish?"
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. You are fully aware that on stardate February 23, 2001, Chakotay and I were involved in our first real fight. As a result, Chakotay most likely no longer considers himself a part of our collective. Therefore you must acquire the coffee and Danish for me. Comply!" 7of9 Gilmore stamped her foot.
"Mom, you are going to go in there, you're going to make up with Chakotay, and you're going to get your own coffee and Danish!" Naomi shook her head slightly, grinning with certainty as she swung her book-filled backpack up onto her shoulder.
7of9 didn't respond. She only ejected her assimilation tubules and slowly moved them toward Naomi Wildman-Gilmore's neck.
"All right, all right! I'll go! Sheesh, no need to assimilate me," and she begrudgingly went inside.
"Hello, Naomi. What can I get for you?" Chakotay was speaking to Naomi, but his attention was straying to the window, where 7of9 Gilmore was peeking in none too stealth fully.
"Hey, Chakotay. I'll have two coffees; one black, one creamed and sugared, and I'll take two Danishes; one cheese and one cherry," Naomi sheepishly got out, fingering one of her cranial horns.
"And you're going to eat all of that yourself?" Chakotay admonished his de facto daughter unbelievingly.
"Yes. I'm very hungry today. Very, very hungry. I could eat a whole horse, and I just made myself sick with that image, but I'd eat the whole horse anyway. That's how hungry I am. Very," Naomi just rolled her eyes after that.
"Well you can go out there and tell your," shouting this next word towards the window where 7 was looking in, "moth-er! that she can come in here and get her own coffee and Danish, because otherwise she isn't getting any!" "Can I have both Danishes?" Naomi tried pitifully, her voice hopeless.
"You get one Danish," and with that he jutted a bag holding a single cheese Danish and coffee-filled Styrofoam cup towards the now cowering Naomi Wildman-Gilmore on the counter, which she took and then made the long walk of shame out of Chakotay's.
"Naomi Wildman-Gilmore. Was your mission successful?" 7of9 Gilmore asked, filled with dull hope.
"He wouldn't give me two Danishes. I could only get just this one," Naomi's voice was filled with defeat. "I'm not hungry anymore. Do you want it?"
"Perhaps. What designation is it?"
Resignedly Naomi said, "Pastry 002."
"Cheese filled. I deem it unworthy of assimilation into my system. You are to retain and assimilate both items yourself. I shall. make due."
"You mean you're going in there to make up with Chakotay? That's great!" Naomi said with renewed enthusiasm.
7of9 pulled her tubules back in before Naomi noticed them. "Yes. At this time it is the most efficient course of action. I will. 'make up' with him," and she quickly entered the restaurant.
Just then Kork walked up to Naomi. "I thought your mom and Chakotay were staying away from each other after their fight?"
All bouncy and smiles Naomi replied, "Yes, but she's going in there to make up with him right now! Isn't it great?"
Kork being Kork, he said, "And you believe that?" and rolled his eyes as he walked away. END