Who: Angela Martine (Narrative / Open) When: 2259.166 - near the end of Alpha Shift Where: Enterprise: Deck 3: What: Angela is working hard - at not doing an excessive amount of work on her shift. Rating: G Notes: Watch me vague it up as to what exactly Angela is doing work wise!
Yesterday had been Angela's day off - it came around every four days, and man she enjoyed that day. Of course yesterday she had enjoyed it a little too much, and was paying for it today. She wouldn't say that she was hungover - she hadn't drank that much last night with some of her shift-mates (difference between her and those she had been having a good time with - today was their day off). So no, she wasn't hungover, she simply was subdued today.
It was just a generally off day. She had woken up feeling a little worse for wear, realized the only clean and pressed uniform she had was the skirt uniform, as opposed to the pants. Not a huge issue, she sometimes wore that version of the Starfleet uniform, she just liked her pants better. Then she had gotten to work and it seemed everyone she worked with was set on making the most noise they could. In the end she had broached the idea with her supervisor that maybe she could just .. find a quiet place to go and run some system scans, and ensure that in case of fire everything was as it should be. Her supervisor had agreed (or maybe taken pity on her - honestly Angela didn't care) and Angela had set off for deck three.
Her shift was winding down now, and Angela was winding up the last of her work. Should a fire break out, she was sure deck three would have all systems set to combat it.
All I ask .. she thought to herself as she worked. Is that we don't have a fire drill.