<USS Banshee> Daydreams and Nightmares
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 00:50:15 EDT
"Daydreams and Nightmares"
By. Lt. Sara Crusher
The room was large and brightly lit; the ship’s reception hall had been
nearly doubled in
size for this event and lights had been added to give the space a more ‘
natural outdoorsy’ feel. Tall plants with long, wide, soft leaves and plants
that
were short, wide, and compact where placed in measured distances from each
other all around the room. In the back of the room sat several large spa
quality
mud baths which were filled with the best replicated Betazed mud on file. The
air was laced with a very faint sweet floral scent and it was cooler then
normal. A large babbling fountain marked the center of the room while the large
wall to wall, floor to ceiling window allowed the guests to gaze upon the
stars.
There was soft music playing from hidden speakers in the walls which caused a
few people to stand a little closer, smile a little odder, and before they
knew it the reception had a dance floor. At one point in the evening the
computer had played a song from Earth circa 1975 who’s words had caught the
attention
of a beautiful young science officer, who then had it played again. Sara had
been trying to find out from Kathryn what exactly was wrong with her hair,
since she was the second person with in twenty-four hours to say something
about
it, when Cyanah took her hand and lead her to a less crowded corner of the
room. For the three minutes that "Sara Smile" played softly in their ears the
two
lovers were the only two people in the room.
Now they sat side by side at a table they were sharing with Kathryn. Mrs.
Troi, the Counselor, and a very irritated and annoyed Captain, though she would
never let her mood be visibility seen. Sara sat and watched the people around
her while Cyanah combed her fingers though the back of her hair as she had a
conversation with the Captain, who’d just returned to the table after
‘making
rounds’. Sara laughed internally, only Rhi could turn socializing at a party,
no matter how formal, in to work.
Sara watched the crowd with amusement. There were people hiding their
nudeness, others flaunting it, some not caring one way or the other. She
couldn’t
help but notice just how hard most people were working at maintaining eye
contact. Well, most people, that guy from engineering was still trying to get
people
to take a picture with him.
The conversations people were having seemed to be changing. When the
reception first started all people seemed to talk about was the attire -or lack
there
of- of the evening. But gradually peoples’ minds drifted from that -again
except for picture boy- and onto other things, like the ship, personal lives,
and
plans of the future be it later that night, with in the next week, or with in
the next year.
The ‘where do you see yourself’ conversations always made Sara drift off
into the land of day dreams. She knew where she would be at the end of the
night,
she even had a vague idea of where she would be next week, but what about
after that? Where was her life leading her?
A roar of laughter from a near by mud bath grabbed Sara’s attention and
quickly drew her back to the room. She turned her head towards the merriment
and
laughed herself. Mrs. Troi and Kathryn were up to their necks in bubbling mud.
Each had a champagne flute in hand and were talking and giggling and out right
rolling with laughter. The side ways glances and understanding nods confirmed
for Sara just what they were talking about. The flustered sighs and huffs of
the rave haired woman behind her told Sara that Rhi knew they were talking
about their daughters too. Sara had to bite down hard on her bottom lip to keep
form laughing as she pictured the look in Rhi’s eyes as she watched her
nightmare coming to life.
*They* were becoming friends.
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