Concepts - [New Enterprise, Riviera]
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allmhadadhAfter a bit of very helpful advice from Commander Spock, Scotty headed onto his tech shift in Engineering. Of course, today it meant the same thing as yesterday: That there wasn't anything to be done aboard a ship that's just out of drydock. And that Riley (the native) gave him the same orders as before; namely speaking, to familiarize himself with the ship. He figured that he could do that at the same time he worked on the intuitive shielding concept.
Needless to say, sleep was something Scotty hadn't been spending a lot of time on. He sat with the Buick for his four hours, and then he came back after a bite of dinner to sit for a few more, working away with the light of a PADD and the steady scratch of pen on paper. He talked half to himself, half to the Riviera; occasional commentary on the differences between designs of the original Constitution-class and the new one here, sometimes just random notions that came to mind. When he was doing something that didn't require much thought, like copying numbers down, he hummed Welsh lullabies.
However, given that sleep wasn't something he was spending enough time on, and given that the Riviera was about the closest place he had to his own -- even belonging to someone else -- he ended up drifting off in the driver's seat, head back, eyes closed. Back to dreaming of the road.
Needless to say, sleep was something Scotty hadn't been spending a lot of time on. He sat with the Buick for his four hours, and then he came back after a bite of dinner to sit for a few more, working away with the light of a PADD and the steady scratch of pen on paper. He talked half to himself, half to the Riviera; occasional commentary on the differences between designs of the original Constitution-class and the new one here, sometimes just random notions that came to mind. When he was doing something that didn't require much thought, like copying numbers down, he hummed Welsh lullabies.
However, given that sleep wasn't something he was spending enough time on, and given that the Riviera was about the closest place he had to his own -- even belonging to someone else -- he ended up drifting off in the driver's seat, head back, eyes closed. Back to dreaming of the road.
