Rec Room - Day 43 (evening) - Open
The rec room was unusually quiet for an evening on the ship; with shifts turning over and exhausted crew members eager for relaxation and good company the room was usually at least semi-crowded and abuzz with the din of easy conversation between friends. Regardless, with the exception of a few relatively quiet officers in the far corner, the room was empty. Spock mused that while the change in atmosphere was not unpleasant it was most certainly unusual, and perhaps a bit unsettling; an unexpected break in an otherwise predictable pattern.
He sat alone at a table, a three-dimensional chess board laid out before him, its tiers messy with pieces in the midst of a vicious game against himself. While it had begun as a good exercise in finding ways out of his own strategies, he was beginning to find the process of outthinking his moves predictable and lacking in challenge.
A pro, and possibly a con, of that ease of play was that it gave him an opportunity to turn his attention inward and reflect on the circumstances and subsequent choices that had led him to be on the Enterprise. From his hybrid status to the destruction of his planet and death of his mother, he mentally retraced his steps, wondering if he had made the most logical choice in signing on as First Officer. Finding that train of thought to be distasteful he attempted to focus on the present. His eyebrows drawn together in thought, he moved a pawn up onto a higher tier, and then moved an opposing rook to claim it.
He sat alone at a table, a three-dimensional chess board laid out before him, its tiers messy with pieces in the midst of a vicious game against himself. While it had begun as a good exercise in finding ways out of his own strategies, he was beginning to find the process of outthinking his moves predictable and lacking in challenge.
A pro, and possibly a con, of that ease of play was that it gave him an opportunity to turn his attention inward and reflect on the circumstances and subsequent choices that had led him to be on the Enterprise. From his hybrid status to the destruction of his planet and death of his mother, he mentally retraced his steps, wondering if he had made the most logical choice in signing on as First Officer. Finding that train of thought to be distasteful he attempted to focus on the present. His eyebrows drawn together in thought, he moved a pawn up onto a higher tier, and then moved an opposing rook to claim it.