Finally the turbolift came to a stop and the doors opened. The four of them
stepped out, followed by the three security guards.
"These are my quarters, since you were so desperate to know." Said Wes as he walked by a door. "And this," he said pointing to the one next to it "would be your quarters, Nell."
"I would take this one, although I'm afraid I would not live through the night. Heather, you take this one." Said Danielle.
"Yes!" said Heather under her breath as she stepped into her room.
Heather listened to the rest of the group move away from the quarters, then went to the replacator.
"Computer do you have aspirin? Or anything else that can take away a headache caused by voices?"
"Medication is only available in sickbay." Said the computer.
"Great, just great. Warm milk with nutmeg then. Maybe I'll get some sleep." She added as the cup appeared in front of her. "And a satin nightie. I need something to sleep in."
"Please specify size."
"Um, I'm a medium. Let's see. I'm Five foot six inches and I weigh about 130 pounds. Is that good?"
"Please specify colour."
"Lavender"
A folded up nightie appeared in front of Heather, and she took it in one hand with the milk in another. She changed and got into bed, sipping the milk. When the milk was done she lay down, and fell into a restless sleep.
Meanwhile Danielle was in the next room pacing about. There was no way she was going to sleep. Her mind was racing, thinking about her family. They were all dead in this timeframe, and they were probably worried sick right up until the day they died. There had been times that she had wished for something like this to happen, but now that it had it made her quite upset.
"Well, I might as well try to find something to do." She said looking around. "Hmm. Wes never said anything about staying here."she said heading towards the door. "Computer turn the damn lights off" before exiting the door.
She walked past the security officers, not halting to their calls.
"Hey, you!" called one.
She just kept walking. "I don't answer to anything but my name, and it is not 'hey, you'."
"Okay then, what is your name?" they called, running after her.
"Boy, for security officers, you're quite dense. I told you in the turbolift."
Just then, she walked into a wall. Well, what she thought was a wall. Worf, the chief security officer had come to check on the 'guests', and Danielle had walked right into him, fallen down, and severely injured her tailbone.
"Boo yah, that took talent! You know, you make a better wall than a door." She said looking up at Worf.
Worf breathed in deeply, obviously annoyed. "Are you alright?" he asked gruffly.
"Well, my butt hurts, but I guess I'm fine." She said, standing up.
"What were you doing outside your assigned quarters?"
"Oh, I thought this was the way to the washroom."
"You have facilities in your quarters."
"Sarcasm is totally wasted on Klingons."
"So what WERE you doing outside your quarters?"
"No one said anything about me being confined to quarters."
At that point, Picard came down the corridor, with an odd look on his face due to the noise.
"Worf, what is our guest doing outside her quarters?"
"Hello, shiny bald headed Mr. mean of this time! I'm standing right here! You don't need to talk about me like I don't exist."
The captain opened his mouth, then shut it again in surprise.
"While you are on this ship, you will show respect for the commanding officers." Stated Worf, annoyed.
"And you should respect your elders! Stupid whipper snappers."
"It's alright Worf, go back to your post. I can handle this."
Worf grunted unhappily and left the corridor. Picard moved toward Danielle as if to comfort her.
"Back off, get your own sandwich!" shouted Danielle.
The captain paused, and looked at her weird. "You don't have a sandwich."
Danielle sighed. "That's not the point. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go and figure out where everything is."
"Let's just go and talk a bit, first." Picard said, stopping Danielle.
"I'm not much of a conversationalist."
"That's okay, I'll do most of the talking. So what exactly happened?"
"These are my quarters, since you were so desperate to know." Said Wes as he walked by a door. "And this," he said pointing to the one next to it "would be your quarters, Nell."
"I would take this one, although I'm afraid I would not live through the night. Heather, you take this one." Said Danielle.
"Yes!" said Heather under her breath as she stepped into her room.
Heather listened to the rest of the group move away from the quarters, then went to the replacator.
"Computer do you have aspirin? Or anything else that can take away a headache caused by voices?"
"Medication is only available in sickbay." Said the computer.
"Great, just great. Warm milk with nutmeg then. Maybe I'll get some sleep." She added as the cup appeared in front of her. "And a satin nightie. I need something to sleep in."
"Please specify size."
"Um, I'm a medium. Let's see. I'm Five foot six inches and I weigh about 130 pounds. Is that good?"
"Please specify colour."
"Lavender"
A folded up nightie appeared in front of Heather, and she took it in one hand with the milk in another. She changed and got into bed, sipping the milk. When the milk was done she lay down, and fell into a restless sleep.
Meanwhile Danielle was in the next room pacing about. There was no way she was going to sleep. Her mind was racing, thinking about her family. They were all dead in this timeframe, and they were probably worried sick right up until the day they died. There had been times that she had wished for something like this to happen, but now that it had it made her quite upset.
"Well, I might as well try to find something to do." She said looking around. "Hmm. Wes never said anything about staying here."she said heading towards the door. "Computer turn the damn lights off" before exiting the door.
She walked past the security officers, not halting to their calls.
"Hey, you!" called one.
She just kept walking. "I don't answer to anything but my name, and it is not 'hey, you'."
"Okay then, what is your name?" they called, running after her.
"Boy, for security officers, you're quite dense. I told you in the turbolift."
Just then, she walked into a wall. Well, what she thought was a wall. Worf, the chief security officer had come to check on the 'guests', and Danielle had walked right into him, fallen down, and severely injured her tailbone.
"Boo yah, that took talent! You know, you make a better wall than a door." She said looking up at Worf.
Worf breathed in deeply, obviously annoyed. "Are you alright?" he asked gruffly.
"Well, my butt hurts, but I guess I'm fine." She said, standing up.
"What were you doing outside your assigned quarters?"
"Oh, I thought this was the way to the washroom."
"You have facilities in your quarters."
"Sarcasm is totally wasted on Klingons."
"So what WERE you doing outside your quarters?"
"No one said anything about me being confined to quarters."
At that point, Picard came down the corridor, with an odd look on his face due to the noise.
"Worf, what is our guest doing outside her quarters?"
"Hello, shiny bald headed Mr. mean of this time! I'm standing right here! You don't need to talk about me like I don't exist."
The captain opened his mouth, then shut it again in surprise.
"While you are on this ship, you will show respect for the commanding officers." Stated Worf, annoyed.
"And you should respect your elders! Stupid whipper snappers."
"It's alright Worf, go back to your post. I can handle this."
Worf grunted unhappily and left the corridor. Picard moved toward Danielle as if to comfort her.
"Back off, get your own sandwich!" shouted Danielle.
The captain paused, and looked at her weird. "You don't have a sandwich."
Danielle sighed. "That's not the point. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go and figure out where everything is."
"Let's just go and talk a bit, first." Picard said, stopping Danielle.
"I'm not much of a conversationalist."
"That's okay, I'll do most of the talking. So what exactly happened?"