(Test Run) Waking Up After a Very Long Night

[tasha_yar]

Normally, she awakens quickly from habit. Today, she feels foggy...like she's been dried out from some weird drug. Damn it, she hasn't felt this bad since the day after the Tsiolkovsky incident. That's not worth examining while she has this head and body ache.

What happened this time? she thinks thickly. And how bad is it going to get?

She blinks a few times slowly. There was this dream. Deanna in a crashed shuttle and this...oil slick? Maybe. The damn thing laughed. Taunted them. Blocked their path to Troi and the injured crew. She tried. What did she try? Whatever it was she was floating afterwards, or flying through the air; like the dream shifted or something.

"The landing wasn't smooth," she murmurs with little mirth, rubbing her head.

She must have fallen asleep in her uniform again. Her head will clear with some coffee and food. Then, her sense kicks in. If she had been drugged, she needs to go to sickbay with as little intervention to herself as possible. If she's having a new form of intense nightmare then she needs to check in with Deanna. A large part of her wants to know she's okay anyway after that weirdness.

She chooses to forgo the shower in the same spirit as forgoing food and head out of her bedroom to check in with the first place her feet take her.

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[tasha_yar]

That shocks her into a kind of battle mode that may be hard for Andrew to process. It's almost feral, but well-trained and honed to a point sharper than diamonds. Why the hell did Worf or Lt. Collins wake her if Q was here?! Her phaser slips into her hand.

"Where is he? Where is Q now?!"

Because, no, she doesn't remember this happening. Not a thing.