In the Mess Hall, Takin' A Breather...

[_foster_]

*taking lunch after Archer has taken shift earlier than scheduled, will take second half of Beta Shift instead*

*limps to table, plate piled high with Mac and Cheese*

Ow*sits at same corner table was at last night, has good purview of everything still

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[majorhayes]

*had a long nap, a shower, a shave*

*feels vaguely normal again*

Geez, has it only been half a day since...seems almost surreal, looking back

*strides into mess hall*

hope my walk doesn't look as weird as it feels

*grabs a plate off the service area*

*looks around the crowded mess for a place to sit*

[crewman_kelly]

*comes into mess hall, looking for something to eat after she got woken up so unexpectedly, still off duty*

*grabs some tea, a sandwich and an orange*

*freezes on the spot for a moment as she sees majorhayes, who seems to look for a place to sit*

SHIT!

[_foster_]

*sees Major Hayes looking around Mess Hall*

Well...he's mostly normal...for a MACO...I guess...

*catches Hayes' eye, nods politely*

*indicates seat available at table*

[majorhayes]

*sees a young fellow catch his eye and gesture to the empty seat opposite*

*gratefully sits down*

Thanks. For a moment there I thought this was going to be takeaway.

*nods*

[namon_little]

*comes into messhall operating a motorized cart.*

*sees _foster_ sitting with Hayes and Crewman Kelly nearby. Nods at Foster as she goes by and smiles shyly.*

*gets to stage and starts disassembling it.*

*once she gets some of the top off she notices that one side of the stage wasn't solid. Sneezes as dog hair wafts up to her nose and sees a chewed up yellow stuffed fish.*

*takes it to Chef's lost and found*

*goes back to stage, sneezing any time she comes near dog hair. Eyes red and sore and watery.*

*stops, goes to Foster.*

Sir, *all stuffed up* could you ask Commander Tucker to send someone to finish the job. *covers mouth, turns head to sneeze away from Foster and Hayes.* I think I need to go to sickbay.

[_foster_]

*makes small talk for a while with the Major*

*absently hears sneezing in the background*

*startles as Little comes up and speaks*

*looks at Hayes, frowning*

*back to Little*

Uh, yeah, sure...you do that, I'll, uh, let 'em know...

*watches as Little leaves* Get some decongestant.

*shrugs to Hayes* What am I, an answering service? Ha.

[majorhayes]

*shrugs and takes another bite of his meal*

Never occurs to them to hit the comm and report it to the duty officer, does it.

someone's watching me....I can feel it....

[_foster_]

Ya well...you can only expect so much from some people.

*scrapes plate for last bit of melted cheese, chases piece of pasta with fork*

Present company excluded, I suppose. *puts fork down* You got a problem with a few of your MACOs, Major.