<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br/> Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>“A break” Kari glanced up in the ceiling, as if in mock confusion. “What is a ‘break’? We know nothing of this thing you call ‘break’” She added, then burst out laughing again. “Okay, you have a point there, Allia. I’ve been running myself ragged on this show and have very little ‘me time’ to speak of. I can’t even remember the last time I did something that wasn’t tied in to running the unit one way or another, and even my socializing is as much about team morale and recruitment and the like as anything else. Not that it’s a bad thing, mind, just not all I want to do with my life either”<br/><br/>“Hell ,save for…” She stopped herself and then laughed again. “Never mind that.”<br/><br/>She looked Allia in the eyes again, trying to read her lieutenant’s expression, so see what else was going on there. She seemed distracted by something, but Kari still couldn’t figure where she was going or what was on her mind besides all they’d covered already. “But yeah, you’re right. I need some ‘me’ time, I need some ‘fun time’ and I need to unwind and I need to not stress over every tiny little thing – and the kids do give me a lot to stress over.”<br/><br/><em>Okay, let’s try and figure out what you’re thinking here, </em>She walked over to the bunk, plopping down next to Allia. “So what do you suggest? As the queen of fun times and the only other woman here, I figure you’re the best to ask”<br/>