Roomies

Posted on 29 Nov 2017 @ 7:24pm by Ensign Miraj Derani & Ensign Mimi

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Mission: Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: Uss Hathaway, Deck 4 cabin P8
Timeline: MD 92 2230

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Cabin Eight, Port side, deck four was a small two person berth. The facilities were plain, clean, sparse. Grevash looked around it with satisfaction. "Too small," he muttered. "Looks like the spare room of cargo drone."

He emptied his small bag of personal belongings, his comb, his brush, the conditioners for his fur, neatly into the bed side draw, making sure each was lying straight inside. He put his tooth brush, tooth hook and tusk polisher in a glass in the tiny bathroom, making sure each faced out ward so they didn't rub against each other. He hung the bag itself from a hook inside the tiny closet, and admired the room again, the plain grey bedding tightly folded against each of the two bunks. He sat down on the bottom, placed his sleeping robe on the pillow, making sure the neatly folded item was aligned squarely, admired his handy work. The room was adequate. High praise indeed.

With her bag slung over her shoulder Debbie approached her quarters, Port side, deck 4 and hit the open button. Instantly she was surprised by the appearance of someone already in there, a male Tellarite of all things. "Excuse me, I must have the wrong quarters." she said.

Grevash frowned when the door opened. It was a two person berth, but he'd hoped that he'd get good luck and get the place to himself. Unfortunately not. When the being that walked through turned out to be human, he sighed. They'd complain a lot. They'd want to talk. Ugh. "More than likely. This is Port side eight. try the other side of the ship."

Dropping her bag Debbie got a Padd out of it and flicked through it. "Hmmm, port side eight, I guess I am in the right quarters." She said and and dropped the Padd back into her bag.

Grevash looked her up and down. Well, she probably wouldn't smell. There was teal on her uniform. Hopefully not science. They would be scatterbrained and monomaniacal on what ever thing had caught their eyes. If she was medical there might be some hope. "I will take the bottom bunk. I get up thirty minutes before my shift, and lights out 9 hours before my shift. I do not eat or drink in my quarters." And I expect you to do the same. he added mentally.

"I can live with that." Debbie said. "Just keep all your hair to yourself and not on my bunk." Tellarites were notoriously hair and not just on their heads.

He ground his teeth. "I am less likely to shed than you," he grunted, nodding at her midlength dark hair. "Humans are prone to it. They do not grow enough to develop a proper regimen. Also you wash too much."

"Well, let us agree to disagree on that." Debbie said, lifting her bag onto the bunk she started to unpack. A toiletries bag and a spare uniform joined several off duty outfits and a small personal first aid kit she always carried with her in her storage locker.

Grevash watched in disapproval. Having spare uniforms was inefficient, when you could replicate new, fresh, microbe free ones in a moments notice, and "A first aid kit? I hope you don't intend to bring your assignments back here. You couldn't do much good with that tiny thing anyway."

"Having even a basic medical kit with you is better than having the galaxies best medical kit miles away." Debbie replied. "What if you were bleeding so badly right now that you would be dead before you made it to sickbay or someone from sickbay made it here?"

"If I was bleeding that badly, I wouldn't be here in the first place. And it would rely on you being here as well. You logic is strange, human." He snorted. "That's your species though."

"This human has a name you know. Larson, Debbie Larson. And to me my logic is just fine."

"Humans are well known for having no insight into their own limitations." The Tellerite scoffed. She wasn't backing down. It could be worse. "I am Grevash. I work in Engineering but I do not bring my work home and I do not fix things out of work hours."

"And I won't get you to." Debbie said, finishing unpacking she hopped up onto the top bunk dangling her feet off the edge.

Grevash pushed at them, annoyed. "Keep your feet to yourself Larson."

"Fine." Debbie pulled her feet up onto the bed and lay down on her side.

"And stop moving. You're making the frame squeal."

"Oh come on, I was only laying on my back, it's not my fault starfleet makes their bunk beds this bad." Debbie replied. "You're an engineer why don't you gamma weld some support struts to it?"

Grevash glared at the bunk above his head. "I am an engineer, not an odd job man. Are you deaf that you did not hear what I just said about fixing things?"

"Then it looks like we will just have to live with it for a while." Debbie said, she hoped Gravesh wasn't going to be like this all the time or this was going to be a long cruise.

"This is going to be a long cruise." Grevash muttered, his words slightly lisping through his tusks.

'Great minds think alike' Debbie said to herself. She reached into her bag and pulled out another Padd with the latest book in her collection on.

Grevash turned all the lights out.

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CDT Grevash
[NPC Derani]

CDT Larson
[NPC Mimi]

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