Seven's Personal Log

[Annika isn't one to judge, mostly because she can't afford to. Money is thin on the ground and being practical, Annika doesn't really bother thinking too much about where and how the money comes in and out.

She just sings and takes requests.]

[OOC: Feel free to have requests, or speak to her during the break.]

[Annika, duly enabled by Edward Nygma, is now going to 'woo' Kay. She considered just sending it to Kay, but then Eddie wouldn't have known how it went down, but it would be even weirder to just filter it to them two and she knows that gossip is bound to get everywhere anyway, so this is completely public.

She's in a straight posture and has a piece of paper before her. She starts out very 'proper' or at least her version of it.]

My sweetest love, my Kay,

I am writing, er, eh, speaking, because I can hold back no longer. [A quick break of character to display her dubiousness, odd, because she wrote it. Back into it.] Our hearts intertwine like the ribbons of destiny and our love burns for you like the candle centre of my heart.

[Yes.] Your eyes are like the stars of fate. That supernova in my soul. [She's starting to crack herself up. This is why she doesn't volunteer for Professor X's plays.] You're like nipples to a seawi... [No, no, she's gone. Sniggering all over the place and a unladylike snort in the mix.]

[Annika is one of those average kids. She's not excessively popular, but she's sweet to most anyone and generally quiet. Occasionally she has a surprisingly ascerbic remark and she does have a temper if someone pushes her buttons.

She does flirt but if someone responds, she immediately reminds them that she's taken. And if they keep pushing, they're quickly dissuaded.

Now, though, she has a mini-cauldron which she lifts to show them. There's a murky brown liquid in it.]

Uh... could someone give me some advice? I was trying to make a cleaning potion but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to look like the mud pie that I made when I was six.

[She's pretty smart, almost gifted if she put the effort in, but that varies. And it's really hard for her to do so in Xen's class as she spends the most of it resenting the hell out of her. She always does well in the potion's final exams but that's only because she's doing for her parents.]

[Seven travels all across the resort, starting to make very slight adjustments to the system. Odds were that once the Federation shifted from a duotronic to biomenetic system that her changes would be rendered irrelevant, but she had to in good conscience attempt to warn them.

As a precaution, she would set it only to activate once the fated Borg attack had begun. It would be a futile gesture, she knew, to have the system warn the Federation of the whole attack, but she had to do this one thing, if she were to live with herself.]

[OOC: Seven's going to act shifty all port, but instead of Risan security stopping her, a Starfleet Officer from the future, Lieutenant Ducane is. If you want to be part of a thread that features him as well, just add Ducane to your thread title. Add finish if you want to be there when he finally convinces her to stop. Obviously, there's only going to be one of those.]

Report.

[She's slightly weary of having to ask this twice within as many weeks but it has to be done.] With Iroh's departure, there is another position, Breakfast, available to a warden to hold. It is perhaps preferable if the warden is either unassigned or a former inmate, but neither stipulation should stand in the way of a volunteer.

[Seven has waited long enough to ensure that Parker has been able to say her goodbyes, so her nearest and dearest, whoever they may be, will not be surprised.] As it seems that Parker will no longer be able to continue her duties in the kitchen, we require a warden to take over her shift at dinner.

Constable Fraser, you have expressed an interest, are you still willing?

[Any hard feelings are irrelevant next to efficiency.]

Admiral Thrawn, I have been selected to be your warden. Respond.

[Seven stands in the dining hall. She's alone and the kitchen is closed behind her.] Despite repeated requests for assistance in the kitchen, there are now officially no other members of staff for lunch-time.

As such, the kitchen will be closed during these times until I get the assistance I require to feed approximately one hundred individuals.

Thank you.

[She's serious. There's only fruit and blood (and possibly Quarian nutrients ) available with the usual tea and coffee stuff.]

Greetings to our new arrivals. Regardless of their inaccurate use of the word 'literal'. Or possibly 'hell'. I am Seven of Nine and I run the lunch shift. If an inmate should find themselves at... loose ends, then the kitchen would be happy to have you. Breakfast is run by Iroh and Dinner is run by Miss Parker, if you prefer.

Until we get sufficient volunteers, sandwiches are being served for lunch and dinner while porridge will be served for breakfast.

I would also wish to know if there is a Quarian on-board.