Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Casela took note that morning that En Bog was off his restrictions and lacked his security detail. Something she was sure Bog, security, and everyone else was happy about. She decided that Bog needed to be checked on to make sure he’d adjusted to his new ship and moved on past his initial issues with Hampton. Though she couldn’t say she blamed the Tellerite for his dislike of the CE. Hampton was brilliant and good at his job, but he wasn’t easy to get along with. And she didn’t want to have to go to main engineering to check up on Bog. That would be…problematic considering how Hampton was the last time she spoke to him. So here she was outside Bog’s door and pressed the chime. She was taking him Jörmungandr and getting the man a drink. Plus she hadn’t met the new bar tender either.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Bog had ran over, between the botched injector flush and briefing the oncoming shift he had just got into the showers, and nothing was harder to scrub out was soot from a misfiring injector. He had just applied the dry wash when the door chime rang. “What in the name of Baul!” He bellowed and grabbed the coverlet of his bed before triggering the door.

Bog was a sight, nude except for the blanket, covered in soot and the detergent jell he looked a fright. His hair half smashed and spiked and his beard slimy. “What?!”

Seeing the counselor, his demeanor if not his appearance changes. “Er, Sorry Counselor. What can ai do for you?”

Bog

Casela raises a brow. “You could have finished En. By all means, and then meat me in Jörmungandr Lounge. I thought you might want a drink to announce your freedom from your security detail. You,” she waves a hand in his direction, “finish cleaning up and get decent, and can meet me there.” She steps back and lets the door close. Oh this ship and it’s crew....she shakes her head and chuckles. She heads down the corridor and down a few decks to the Jörmungandr. She walkes over to check o Cobb’s fish. They seem to be doing fine despite the “snow anomaly” and she then heads to the bar to order a drink....water this time, for herself. She was NOT having a repeat of earlier that week.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Throwing his bed spread in the replicator, Bog stepped back in the sonic shower. What he really needed was a hot mud bath.

A few minuets of violent scrubbing later he was dressed and presentable. He found his way to the lounge.

A full on bar was not what he expected, nor was the barman he saw chatting with the ship’s counselor.

“I believe you recommended a celebratory drink, counselor.”

Bog