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Scotty managed to get together the requested cat food fairly easily (and early); that was a matter of using scraps and turning it into a stew of its own gravy, then individually sealing each container. Then, still early, he got the note from Mister Nimoy; luckily, he was still in the galley. Given that it was his day off, though, he didn't mind it -- the busy work allowed him to actually do something, instead of sit idle with his own thoughts. So, he put in a work request...
To: Chief Engineer Scott (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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CC: Assistant Chief Riley
From: Montgomery Scott (allmhadadh)
On Behalf of: Leonard Nimoy (len_not_spock)
Repair Request #: 10967-B
For: The replicator in Mister Nimoy's suite appears to only be able to produce variants of cat food. The galley is currently covering the meal requirements for him and those sharing the suite, but a request has been put in to have the replicator repaired. Thank you.
Once he sent that, he put together a breakfast tray for the suite, with a thermos of coffee and hot water (with tea bags), and three plates (the listed number of occupants) of basic eggs, bacon, toast and hashbrowns. The problem was, he couldn't seem to find anyone to actually deliver it; the galley was busy today. That just left him.
Wincing a little internally, though, Scotty made sure he had everything in hand (and it was quite a lot), the tray of food and drink on top of the flat crate of cat food, and made the somewhat long and carefully balanced journey to Nimoy's suite.
To: Chief Engineer Scott (
amplenacelles)CC: Assistant Chief Riley
From: Montgomery Scott (
allmhadadh)On Behalf of: Leonard Nimoy (
len_not_spock)Repair Request #: 10967-B
For: The replicator in Mister Nimoy's suite appears to only be able to produce variants of cat food. The galley is currently covering the meal requirements for him and those sharing the suite, but a request has been put in to have the replicator repaired. Thank you.
Once he sent that, he put together a breakfast tray for the suite, with a thermos of coffee and hot water (with tea bags), and three plates (the listed number of occupants) of basic eggs, bacon, toast and hashbrowns. The problem was, he couldn't seem to find anyone to actually deliver it; the galley was busy today. That just left him.
Wincing a little internally, though, Scotty made sure he had everything in hand (and it was quite a lot), the tray of food and drink on top of the flat crate of cat food, and made the somewhat long and carefully balanced journey to Nimoy's suite.
