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[Personal Log]
While shore leave may seem like a bit of vacation to everyone else... I've always hated being on the ship during a refit. With the engine all but shut down completely, she feels dead. And I can't decide if it'll be better to oversee the refit myself, or to let the station crew do their job and then go back and fix what they've mucked up - and they will muck things up. Leave it to Starfleet to decide that sending a station crew to refit a ship is a good idea.

On top of that, I've got to get things sorted out with the captain, and I'm sure Liz'll kill me if we don't spend at least a little time down on Risa, and I still haven't managed to get around to meeting Tom for drinks. Too much to do, and not enough time to do it in.
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After some deliberation I've decided that if I show any signs of attempting to oversee the ship's refit, you're all to clap me in irons and drag me off to enjoy myself this shore leave. And if I continue to resist, you're to pour alcohol down my throat until I either pass out, burst into song, or decide to join in the fun.

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[lt-tom-freeman.livejournal.com]

But we are gonna get drunk. And I mean really drunk.

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Drunk enough that I'm likely to wake up with absolutely no recollection of the night's events?

Because I'm sorry, anything less and I'll be terribly disappointed.

[lt-tom-freeman.livejournal.com]

OF COURSE!

Mr. Scott, I am offended that you might have even thought otherwise.

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Alright, alright, slow down. No offense meant.

Trust me, if I'd meant to offend you, you'd know it.

[lt-tom-freeman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know.