Great GODDESS what a freak show this ship is. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into. I'm actually craving S'Varr's presence again, if only to have someone to hide behind. But Flare's being a sweetheart and looking after things nicely.

Well, I've done a little online shopping and a whole new wardrobe will be arriving before we ship out. I'm so excited! I got this cute little, oh bother. I'll just wear it off-hours some night. Let's see… Checklist: formal wear, check, casual wear, check, outdoors wear, check, comfies, check, cubs wear - extra durable, check, cubs rawhide toys, check.

Well, Lieutenant Tempres has gone from bad to worse, nearly dropping T'Saal on her head. Poor girl barely landed on her feet. =;_;= I swear if Mister Tempres so much as looks at my cubs the wrong way again I'll devour his still beating heart before his dying eyes. If my report has anything to say, his career is over, or at the very least shunted to a very crappy job. But oh misery, the Freedom is a crappy job. Goddess get me through this in one job if only for my cubs' sakes.

But it gets worse still, if such a thing is possible. When seeking possible dining places I stumbled into what looked like an Academy hazing. The First Officer was running about topless in a restaurant in full view of everyone, including T'Saal and K'Torr! Dammit, if this traumatizes my cubs there'll be major flags raised to the Bureau of Affaires for Starfleet Training, Eduacation and Technology. But still, I've only been here a few hours, this can't be normal. It must just be my first job jitters. But if it is the norm, why did BASTET toss someone as junior as me at the job?

After I fled the scene in supreme embarrassment the Captain of this ship of fools offered his apologizes. Was he sincere? I doubt it, he reaked of prey animal fear. The seemingly only decent being on the ship, being Lieutenant Strife, escorted me safely and without incident to my quarters. ::Sigh:: Finally some rest now that the sleeping pill and warm milk are kicking in.