Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - D Deck - Arboretum
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“Thank you ma’am,” Rick said. That helped him to not have to go looking. More and more he felt out of his depth on this shift but he was determined to not show it if he could help it and to ride that storm. Right now the ‘storm’ was a brown eyed furry lady probably judging him on his ability here. Taking the bag he knelt down, knowing he was being watched. “Sergeant Nessa,” he said, sizing up the ‘pile’ and the bag and trying to recall how this was quite done from his limited experience. “She was an accident. Meant to be loaded to go to Mars for further training with the MACO’s but wound up here. We found her in the cargo bay.” At last he kinda got it with reversing the bag to scoop it up. It was .. squishy and softer than he had thought. “Eww,” he said, making a face as he worked to fix that error, finally getting it.

“Also, a tip from a dog owner, always have a supply of small bags on your person. Dogs don’t have a sense of time or understanding of convenience.”

-Lt. Naomi D. Locke, Sci

Taking the ‘prize’ Rick, still on one knee, carefully tied off the top of the bag, blinking and making a face as some of the pungent mass assailed his nose. “Good advice, ma’am. Bit of a rookie on this with getting surprised by this bundle of furry joy.” Reaching out he ruffled her neck and head. “Good girl.” Then to Naomi, he said, “She has a list of commands she knows longer than some of my engineering manuals. But she is here now and we’ll have to work on how to fit her in here. Captain already knows about her. He met the sergeant by the cargo bay and told us - ah, Ensign Gagarin and I. Seems the Captain was awake too.” Maybe there ‘was’ something about officers being vampires. Many of them seemed to be up in the middle of the night. He was happy to just be a lowly petty officer in that case. Unlike other officers, Rick felt more relaxed with Naomi. Maybe it was the way she carried herself - not uptight or formal like and she had enough curves to not give the Sergeant Rock look that a lot of officers seemed to project. Well, maybe not Sasha Gagarin. He was more of a boy just out of the sandbox. Rick, my contrast, projected a pretty uninhibited ‘country boy’ manner. He seemed of an age to Naomi which helped. He moved away a bit and gestured to her. “Nessa is pretty friendly and on duty even if she just did, ah, her duty.”

• Rick Walters Eng PO

Nessa gave a crisp “..Bark..” in reply to the comment of being a ‘good girl’ and getting a ruffled pet on her neck and head. After the words passed Nessa sat on her haunches panting a bit looking about as if waiting her next set of orders.

OOC: Bump!

OOC: Whoops. I read that .. I guess the post was still a prisoner on my brain cells ..

GM CockRoach

Rick checked his chrono. The shift was wearing on and by now Sasha should have finished off the survey in the storage bay. He supposed there should be some reconnection there to get set up on his next duties. But first he should get back to sickbay and collect the food and other things to take back to his quarters. He was bunked with Mark who likely had more time in space than half the engineering crew put together, having grown up on a boomer transport. He didn’t even know if Mark had seen a dog much less ever had a pet. THAT should be interesting. Not that Rick was any way the wiser himself. He needed to send a letter to Barb for advice. But first things first.

“Right, come on Nessa. We need to collect your things and drop them off in our home, at least temporarily.” Standing, Rick dropped the ‘remains’ that he had collected in a small composter that science had set up. Idly he wondered whether Nessa could learn important engineering things, like what tool was what to fetch them while he was working on shuttle pods and the like. Or whether he’d get in trouble for ‘corrupting’ a dog like that so trained in military things.

OOC: So Rick’s objective here is to collect all the various Nessa things, drop them in his quarters on C Deck then take her along with him on the remainder of his shift which, I’m guessing, isn’t too much longer after all of this. There was the crate. Was there a kind of dog bed there too? .. Gene