03-07-2026, 07:49 PM
Artemis was mad. No, she was annoyed. No…
Art growled, angry with herself that she couldn’t figure out how she felt. ‘Frustrated’ didn’t quite cover it. They –she– had lost “Mister” Tomer, physically lost him!, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it but go back to her job.
Whoever she passed in the corridor gave her a wide berth; Art merely narrowed her eyes and continued to the briefing that was due to start in a few minutes.
Though she knew she should look and act professional, it was obvious she was still mad as she stalked through the doors and into her chair. She did not greet anyone, did not make eye contact, just wrangled the chair as if it owed her money, and then sat in it, steaming.
Peter was here. He’d most likely confront her about her attitude after the meeting. The Captain’s chair was currently empty. Braggins would likely confront her about her attitude during the meeting. Her newest and brightest Midshipman was here– she’d probably avoid Art at all costs, for fear of being eaten.
With a frustrated sigh, Art got up from her chair and lightly stomped over to the food replicator. “Mint mocha latte.” She grumbled at it, her mood improving slightly as she wrapped her hand around the cup.
Sitting back in her chair and taking a sip of the delicious drink, Art’s shoulders relaxed. She was still upset with herself, but now at least she had a comfort drink.
==Who wants to poke the bear?==
Art growled, angry with herself that she couldn’t figure out how she felt. ‘Frustrated’ didn’t quite cover it. They –she– had lost “Mister” Tomer, physically lost him!, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it but go back to her job.
Whoever she passed in the corridor gave her a wide berth; Art merely narrowed her eyes and continued to the briefing that was due to start in a few minutes.
Though she knew she should look and act professional, it was obvious she was still mad as she stalked through the doors and into her chair. She did not greet anyone, did not make eye contact, just wrangled the chair as if it owed her money, and then sat in it, steaming.
Peter was here. He’d most likely confront her about her attitude after the meeting. The Captain’s chair was currently empty. Braggins would likely confront her about her attitude during the meeting. Her newest and brightest Midshipman was here– she’d probably avoid Art at all costs, for fear of being eaten.
With a frustrated sigh, Art got up from her chair and lightly stomped over to the food replicator. “Mint mocha latte.” She grumbled at it, her mood improving slightly as she wrapped her hand around the cup.
Sitting back in her chair and taking a sip of the delicious drink, Art’s shoulders relaxed. She was still upset with herself, but now at least she had a comfort drink.
==Who wants to poke the bear?==