Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Side sim: Try Not to Sleep on Duty

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Side sim: Try Not to Sleep on Duty
It was later the same day of the run, and Roman had gotten in to the lab at 0600. His reports were finished at their normal time. All his early morning duties completed. But by 1000, four hours later, the energy gained by the run had worn away, and his tea was doing little to help. There was a saying about holding one’s eyes open with toothpicks, and that was quite accurate to how Roman felt.

He was trying to finish some paperwork for the lab, but he’d been staring at the same field for ten minutes. His handwriting wasn’t as neat as usual. Finally he wrote something in, signed the document, and moved on.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Rand’s morning had been much more back and forth than usual. She’d appeared at the lab at her usual time with a very large thermos of extra strong black tea with extra honey, just for the extra sugar. She’d finished her reports for Rogers and had made the coffee runs for the bridge. She’d gone by the lab a few times, but Alden seemed find. Then about 1000 she walked in and though he wasn’t asleep he was going to be soon. She left crossing the deck to the galley and then returned and set a large drink bottle in front of him. The rest of the lab crew was strewn about the deck getting materials, coordinating with other labs, etc. “Cmdr Alden,” Rand said as she set it down. “Drink that.” That was extremely cold ice water. He’d been downing hot tea all morning so the temperature change should wake him up a bit, and then she had more black tea for him.

Yeoman Rand

The large drink bottle hitting his desk seemed to jolt him and he looked up. “Ah, Rand, you’re back,” he said. The bottle was quite cold to the touch, and a quick look in said it was water. Ice water. He took a big drink of the water, and an instant cool feeling spread through him, waking him up somewhat. He took one more drink of it. It was… Refreshing. That was the word he’d use. But at least it did what it was intended to. He didn’t look quite as much like a zombie as he had. “Thanks for that,” he said. He hadn’t caught on that her extra visits were specifically to make sure no one else caught him sleeping, and he wondered offhandedly how her timing was so impeccable.

~ Lt Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO