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Ens. Derek Canterbury
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 27, 2003 - 03:49 am: | |
Canterbury took a deep breath as he continued writing in the PADD. He glanced at how much information he had already entered into it -- easily the size of a couple of books by now -- and shrugged as he tirelessly added more and more information. He couldn't quite understand why he preferred to type instead of transcribe; he assumed it was because he enjoyed having more interactivity with whatever he created. His father always said, 'Making a building is more than making a work of art. And making a work of art is more than just making it look beautiful. You have to work with it, to give it character, to give it its own personality.' Then he usually launched into an analogy, followed by a story about some architectural project he had worked on, but Derek generally ignored those parts and silently imagined he was somewhere else.
Canterbury had been posted for guard duty outside sickbay while the rest of his team had been given time off. The reason was fairly obvious. The previous evening, he had received more than a small amount of discipline from his superior officer. He didn't really try to remember all of the details. He just didn't care. Or rather, he cared, but chose to ignore it.
He chuckled slightly as he continued typing, and a smile curled the corners of his lips while he mouthed the words as he typed them. "You should've seen his face, Joanna... when he gets mad, he..." Though he stopped mouthing the words, he didn't stop typing. He continued typing for quite a while, then finished his sentence, leaned back against the wall, and quietly resigned himself to the rest of his shift, listening to some music to pass the time.
Until the bridge call came, that is. |
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