Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Side sim: Faced Fears and… Wrecked Quarters
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Helena dressed in a tank and cargo pants. She slipped into her shoes. She hung the damp towels up to dry and tossed the dirty clothes into a hamper. “Alright,” she kissed him for a long moment. “Needed something to hold me over.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

Marceau put on a regular shirt and a pair of pants out of the bag from his quarters. He laughed as she kissed him. “Helena!” He said, smiling. “Okay, let’s go before you get any more ideas.”

~ Capt Renault

“Me?” she asked innocently, “come up with ideas? Why Captain, I’m just a pilot.” She winked at him and then opened the door and left. He was laughing, even just a bit, that was all she cared about.

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

They walked down to the galley and Marceau got a chamomile tea. “I hope this helps.” He said with a small sigh.

~ Capt Renault

Helena also got a tea and then a toasted bagel with cream cheese for Marceau and jelly for herself. They sat at a table. “It always has. You’re a doctor, you know how the power of the mind works. The tea has always helped and it will today.” She slid the bagel over to him. “Eat, you haven’t all day, I know.”

Lt. Laursen, Helm/Navigation Officer

OOC: Just dropping in with an npc to keep posting while i finalize next sim!

As they got their food and settled down the ship’s cook a somewhat quite muscular man by the name of Arnold came out of the kitchen, “..Ach!” He said looking over the mess hall where besides Lauresen and Renault were a few NE’s were present, “..Which one of you sewer swill drinking, grub stuffing, methane popping gas bags took my kettle of spices and broth for tonight’s dinner!” he shouted throwing his chef apron on a nearby prep counter. The NE’s looked confused and surprised glancing between each other, “…no one fessing up huh? Well maybe I go pull the security tapes? Last chance to fess up or tell me who it was, so help that person or group if you ruined my great grandma’s broth and kettle I’ll have you all peeling potatoes from now too Sol!”

After a moment one of the NE’s spoke quietly in reply pointing over to the door, but so intimidated she was that her voice didn’t carry, “..WHAT!? Speak up Ensign, you sure aint convincing me that the mess hall DOOR took my granny’s broth and kettle!” he said storming over.

”..I....I said I think it uh was Ensign Mark McMally from the launch bay..” she stammered. “..I saw him go in but um....he didnt come out I guess he used the side exit in there.”

The chef looked like his already red face was going to puff up even more. “..Oh ach be damn McMally! I’ll wring his rank right off his uniform and tie him to the grappler arm and let him hang out there till we get back home!” He said making to storm for the door.

GM CockRoach

NE Sampson shook her head. “Man, he is in charge of our food. Our very nutrition. Making anything palatable so we can survive out here. He is not who I want to make mad.” She shook her head again and quietly finished her coffee.

~ NE Sampson