The Party's Over...Get The Hell Up for Work, Already...
*limping through morning constitutional/security rounds, altogether too sober as missed most of the party after little run-in with Baird*
The Bastard...
*needs to get to Bridge soon for early split shift, trying hard NOT to think about just why the Captain scheduled himself for a 1400 start to his day*
*knows missed something HUGE after midnight last night, has been hearing snippets of buzzing that all come to a screeching halt the minute people see him...something about Tucker and Da Lootenant AND Captain Archer...will try to track down later*
*sniffs, straightens uniform*
Have to be on toppa things, never know when something becomes a security issue...
*gets off port-side turbolift, hears wailing reverberating down corridors*
'Liiiinis...!'
*stops cold, grins*
Paris...ha! Well...one of 'em, at least...
*wobbles down the corridor, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from*
*barely hears*
'I'm soooorry...!'
Ya right, you boob...here, not here, there, fallin' outta PIFs, ruining my appetite for anything grilled...good god, just take yer family and scram!
'I dun care 'bout the pile' up freesome you 'ad with Mak-en-zee an' Lizzzzz...!'
Freesome? *rounds corner, still isn't near the Paris household but knows that's where it's coming from* THREEsome?!?
*hobbles faster*
...ow...ow...ow...ow...
*the sobbing voice becomes more muffled, harder to make out words even as gets closer*
I don't ow need too ow much more ow of this ow crap on ow my head ow...ow this little ow melodramatic ow shit is ow gonna inter- ow -fere with ow takin' care ow of the big- ow -ger threats ow to the ow ship's safety!
ow
*turns corridor just in time to see Paris dragged into quarters and door shut*
*stops, hands on hips*
...
Maybe I should just shoot 'em all and get 'em the hell outta my hair...
*stands in corridor for a long moment, then turns and limps away*
Forrest needs to know about this carnival...he's just got to know...
The Bastard...
*needs to get to Bridge soon for early split shift, trying hard NOT to think about just why the Captain scheduled himself for a 1400 start to his day*
*knows missed something HUGE after midnight last night, has been hearing snippets of buzzing that all come to a screeching halt the minute people see him...something about Tucker and Da Lootenant AND Captain Archer...will try to track down later*
*sniffs, straightens uniform*
Have to be on toppa things, never know when something becomes a security issue...
*gets off port-side turbolift, hears wailing reverberating down corridors*
'Liiiinis...!'
*stops cold, grins*
Paris...ha! Well...one of 'em, at least...
*wobbles down the corridor, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from*
*barely hears*
'I'm soooorry...!'
Ya right, you boob...here, not here, there, fallin' outta PIFs, ruining my appetite for anything grilled...good god, just take yer family and scram!
'I dun care 'bout the pile' up freesome you 'ad with Mak-en-zee an' Lizzzzz...!'
Freesome? *rounds corner, still isn't near the Paris household but knows that's where it's coming from* THREEsome?!?
*hobbles faster*
...ow...ow...ow...ow...
*the sobbing voice becomes more muffled, harder to make out words even as gets closer*
I don't ow need too ow much more ow of this ow crap on ow my head ow...ow this little ow melodramatic ow shit is ow gonna inter- ow -fere with ow takin' care ow of the big- ow -ger threats ow to the ow ship's safety!
ow
*turns corridor just in time to see Paris dragged into quarters and door shut*
*stops, hands on hips*
...
Maybe I should just shoot 'em all and get 'em the hell outta my hair...
*stands in corridor for a long moment, then turns and limps away*
Forrest needs to know about this carnival...he's just got to know...