It had been some time since Tessy had ever found herself this comfortable sleeping on-board the Challenger, having gotten more than used to the idea of having her sleep disrupted on regular intervals. Oh, it was<i>almost</i>too good to be true. She sluggishly rolled over in her queen-size bed, sighing comfort with her warm linens pulled over her bare- and shapely humanoid form. She began murmuring to herself, looking up towards the ceiling with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.<br/><br/><br/><i><span style="color: #ff4da6">“Mmhm… I could definitely get used to this. No unexpected emergencies, no distress signals, no Evy to wa--…”</span></i><br/><br/><br/>In an instant she went from looking thoroughly satisfied with herself – and without a care in the world – to visibly twitching with despair, reaching out for a spare pillow before going to bury her face into it, quietly whimpering to herself as she laid there curled up in fetal position. It had happened again, and even though she knew that it was inevitable, she had held some shred of hope that – for whatever reason – today would be an exception.<br/><br/><br/>The sound of Tessy’s loud complaining could easily be heard down throughout the hallway as the music died down, but it was nothing unusual to those who had been a part of the crew for a longer period of time. It had simply become a part of her morning ritual. She would remain laid there for another short while in hopes of being able to return to her much needed sleep, but as usual it would prove needlessly unsuccessful once she had finally woken up.<br/><br/><br/><i><span style="color: #ff4da6">"Why did I sign up for this again...?"</span></i><br/><br/><br/>She groggily spoke out as she lazily dragged herself out of bed, keeping her blanket tightly wrapped around her form to keep her warmth as her dainty feet met with the cold floor, sending a shiver down her non-existent spine.<i>Oh, life was difficult. </i>She stretched out her agile body as she paced around her room a few times over, it being filled with a large collection of scrolls, bookcases filled with a large variety of foreign literature, a perfectly oval-shaped mirror, her bed, and a beanbag chair amongst other meaningless items and accessories that at some point had struck her fancy.<br/><br/><br/>Dragging her feet along, she eventually made it out of her room with the door automatically opening and closing behind her. She was far too sleep-deprived and annoyed to even think to admire her surroundings, instead just bordering towards having herself turn into a blob so that she wouldn't have to do the tiresome task of walking. It made for quite the amusing sight, should anybody happen to see her on the way, scrambling to find the will to make the short trip.<br/><br/><br/><i><span style="color: #ff4da6">“I’m heeere…”</span></i><br/><br/><br/>She unenthusiastically spoke out as she had finally made it to the breakfast area. Her first instinct was to locate the nearest table – which just so happened to be empty – before plonking herself down onto her cushiony rear-end, planting both of her elbows onto the table before going to lay her head in between her arms, rubbing her cheek up against her imaginary pillow. She hadn’t thought to dress herself, so she would just be sat there with a blanket veiled around her naked body.<br/><i><br/>
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