Damn, that hur...

Posted on Sun Sep 11th, 2016 @ 8:12pm by
Edited on on Tue Sep 13th, 2016 @ 1:09am

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Personal Quarters
Timeline: MD03: 0920 hours
506 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure

"AAA.... CHEW!" The sneeze damn near took his head off, or so Charles thought as he grabbed another tissue from the box and blew his nose. Luckily the replicator made it easy to dispose of the after effects of his sneezes, but he sure was not enjoying himself.

He'd felt alright when he had come off-shift at just after midnight, and had stopped by the mess hall to grab a bite of what to him was dinner, then had sat down in the rec center for a while as he caught up on his mail and read a bit of the latest issue of Detective Of The Stars. He loved that mag. Sometimes he secretly thought about becoming a detective himself, joining one of the local police departments somewhere, then working his way up to detective. He was still young enough. Or so he told himself anyway.

But no. He was stuck in an engineering job on a downtrodden ship. What the hell was he doing here anyway? The Captain seems to not have much of an idea as to where this ship is going. He'd seemed to have a hard time...

Another sneeze interrupted his thoughts, feeling more violent than the last one. He grabbed another tissue from the box, then dropped his head back down on his pillow. His brow crinkled for a moment as he tried to remember when he had laid down. When had he been doing? Oh yeah, thinking about why he was in this dead end job. Chance for advancement did not happen much on civilian vessels. Spacers seemed to find their ship, then settled down. Crews ended up being a close-knit group, for the most part. A bad apple was usually quickly weeded out from a crew, but that did not happen often.

He knew he had been lucky to get this job. The pay wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. He was going to have a decent amount when they hit their next port, as there certainly wasn't anything on this ship to spend it on.

Then there was the new chief. He had not had enough time to figure him out yet. He seemed to be a decent sort at the moment. When things went to hell in a handbasket, though. Who knows. And he really hoped he wasn't around when something serious did break on Rosie; he had seen the supplies in the parts inventory. Or rather, what he hadn't seen.

Another sneeze almost drove him to his knees. Deciding that was enough, he headed to his bunk and laid down, placing the box of tissues he had grabbed from the coffee table to his nightstand. How the hell had he caught this cold so quickly, anyway? It wasn't like he had run through the corridors naked or anything like that.

Sneeze after sneeze overcame him as he lay there. Finally, exhausted, he fell asleep, tissues still in his hand.

OFF:

Charles Tinsdale
Engineer
SS Mary Rose
(PNPC Gordon)

 

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