Going back would complicate things. [ to the apartment she and her crew had claimed across from kirk and mccoy's. complicate things more than necessary, and kathryn had already told chakotay to stay, because b'elanna would benefit from his presence (and he from hers), as she'd already toyed with the idea of keeping a closer eye on q. what the crew of the enterprise thought be damned; this was one situation she felt she had firm footing in. ironically, q's presence was a welcomed reprieve from the frustration of dealing with 21st century culture and the antique technology that came with it. ]
Can't you heat it back up? Or have you exhausted your talents for the day? [ spock had spoke of monitoring the limitations of q's powers, but kathryn was already doing so. she was also withholding what she had already figured out in regards to that from everyone — her crew and kirk's. it was her captain's prerogative to do so, and while she was underhanded enough to use information like q's dislike of force fields against him, she wasn't foolish enough to give away all his secrets. no, she needed to maintain that trust, especially when other areas of trust were now suffering. all because of mistletoe.
she shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all, how something so simple could shake her things up like so. it's absurd to the point that she's actually reluctant to include any of it in the logs she's been stubbornly keeping up with since july.
kathryn takes a moment to shake her hair out, many of the locks having fallen out of place thanks to the curse and wandering hands. it's grown longer, and she's neglected to keep up with cutting it like she did back on voyager. there's no point here, when she's not engrossed in daily activities that make having long hair troublesome, whether it be getting it all off your shoulders in the morning or snagging your hair on rivets while crawling through jeffrey's tubes. she runs her fingers through it, plaits it over one shoulder.
only then does she join him, finally moving away from the edge and taking a seat in the chair next to his. ]
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Can't you heat it back up? Or have you exhausted your talents for the day? [ spock had spoke of monitoring the limitations of q's powers, but kathryn was already doing so. she was also withholding what she had already figured out in regards to that from everyone — her crew and kirk's. it was her captain's prerogative to do so, and while she was underhanded enough to use information like q's dislike of force fields against him, she wasn't foolish enough to give away all his secrets. no, she needed to maintain that trust, especially when other areas of trust were now suffering. all because of mistletoe.
she shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all, how something so simple could shake
herthings up like so. it's absurd to the point that she's actually reluctant to include any of it in the logs she's been stubbornly keeping up with since july.kathryn takes a moment to shake her hair out, many of the locks having fallen out of place thanks to the curse and wandering hands. it's grown longer, and she's neglected to keep up with cutting it like she did back on voyager. there's no point here, when she's not engrossed in daily activities that make having long hair troublesome, whether it be getting it all off your shoulders in the morning or snagging your hair on rivets while crawling through jeffrey's tubes. she runs her fingers through it, plaits it over one shoulder.
only then does she join him, finally moving away from the edge and taking a seat in the chair next to his. ]