#xvii. queue

“I know you like to keep your engine perfect,” she tries to swallow and make it look like she’s not telling him what to do. “But if you bypass this line, with this one, then it would fly a whole lot smoother. But I’ve never worked on Starfleet issued ships before so I don’t know how your rules work. Sorry.”

“Dadadadadadadadadaddaadadadad, I made you something but you have to LOOK at it and not multitask.” Lilibet tugged at Trip’s sleeve with a massive smile.

( Like this small thing for consensual nice things from Pearl to drop into your inbox )

( like this for a little starter from El ) ( I realised I’d cleared out a bunch of drafts by accident when I migrated and/or I plotted with people and our threads no longer make sense. ) 

“Hey, uh, I seemed to have misplaced some recordings for my piece, and a couple of ensigns said it might be here. It’s a, well, a recorder. Would you happen to have it?”

“Commodore Paris. Elliemira has said you’re safe to talk to. What files would you like transferred?” Vessie’s hologram flickered for a moment, she straightened her face and twitched slightly, her figure solidifying.

“So you can fly this hunk of junk?” El smiled slightly, “I mean, I don’t mean to offend you, or the ship, but it looks really bulky. Not so good at getting out of tight spaces.”

tagged by. @preconceptionschallenged (forever ago, again) tagging.  (anyone I’ve been gone for so long I don’t remember who still writes around here)