Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lt-ferris﹢lt-t’she

It was strange, coming back to a place they had once called home – even if they never quite saw the starbase as home to begin with. Home was in Japan, home was in Kyoto, in the home that their grandparents had left for him, in the home where they grew up, though, was having a concept of home even logical in the first place? Was there anything but the place where they were able to rest their head? They tried to shake those thoughts from their mind, they tried to shake those thoughts away with a quick motion of their hand. They were back on Starbase 777, and very little had changed, though… there was very little difference in Starfleet Quarters when things got down to it. T’she took a moment to take in their surroundings, holding their pack over their shoulder and taking a deep breath, stepping inside before they put it down. They did not have a roommate, at least, not yet, that was different (well, they did not have a roommate on the Helios, but that was for very different reasons (reasons that they did not like to think about much), but they would try to pay it no mind. They would get used to it one day, and then the moment they got used to it, they would be given a roommate. That was just how things went. But until then, they had the room to themself, and they would make the most of it. Perhaps they would decorate somewhat, they had some items in their pack that would make things look cozy (they always valued a cozy lifestyle, not that they would ever admit it). Yeah, that sounded like a good idea, a way to keep their thoughts out of their head before their first shift.

[ PADD ] To: Lt. T'she From: SCPO. Five of Eight

Greetings, I was recently made aware of your arrival on the station, and wanted to personally give you a warm welcome back. Should you find the time and the desire to join me, I do believe I still owe you tea. My quarters are open. Feel free to answer at your leisure, there is no rush.

Best, Five of Eight

T'she woke with their alarm, their eyes snapping open as they grabbed checked the time on their clock. It was time for them to get to work, it seemed, it was time for their next shift. They got ready rather quickly, like they always did, running a comb through their hair once they had ever so gently placed their glasses on their face and pulled on their uniform. Soon enough they were striding out the door, ready to make their way to their post, and blissfully unaware of what had happened.

A Secret Santa gift arrived for T’she: This gift was in a white bag, decorated with Christmas trees. The bag had tissue paper in it, obscuring the actual present. What was inside the bag was a blue knitted scarf. It was a very nice scarf, it looked handmade. Plus, it was really fluffy. The blue was the shade of the Medical/Science Blue. There was also a note, which said, “Happy Holidays! I’ve been getting into knitting, so I decided to make you a scarf. I hope you like it! From, Your Secret Santa.” The handwriting wasn’t the neatest, but it was legible. It didn’t seem rushed either, just that the writer had naturally bad handwriting.