ten_fwd_npcs: (vice admiral tyrrell)
Ten Forward NPCs ([personal profile] ten_fwd_npcs) wrote2015-06-02 09:14 pm

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The Vice Admiral's mission had been somewhat ... interrupted by the sudden regression to physiological childhood of not only him but also Agent Learmont and Lt Cdr Coates. Not to mention so very many of the visitors to this ship they'd come to investigate. Although everyone is now looking the correct age once more, the interviews he'd wanted to conduct shortly after arrival haven't happened.

Until now.

Tyrrell is seated at the head of the table in the conference room that's been set aside for their interviews, sipping a cup of coffee and occasionally pausing to glare at it. Not because there's anything wrong with it -- it's replicator coffee made to his specifications -- but because he's not pleased at the delay to his mission this interference by Q has caused.

In front of him on the wide, long table is a PADD, and in between sips from his cup, he's reading through the list on it. The list is a sampling of Picard's interdimensional and intertemporal guests, including some of those whose pasts and abilities are ... of particular interest.

Agent Learmont, accompanied by Security, has gone to fetch them one by one. She'll be polite and professional, as is her way.

When each of their interviewees arrive, she'll show them in, then sit down opposite them, just around the table from Tyrrell. That way, it looks less like it's two-on-one.

This is not supposed to appear intimidating.
writes_with_digital_ink: (an Orion at Starfleet)

[personal profile] writes_with_digital_ink 2015-06-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
For someone who is, actually, in Starfleet, Gaila's never been fond of interviews like this. With officers, teachers, anyone. Still, she keeps her back straight and her hands still, keeps her body held to attention without being stiff with nerves.

"Vice Admiral, Acting Ensign Gaila betIlley," she says with a formal nod, waiting for leave to sit before she does so.