Enters quarters...
:Not long after discussing things with Archer::
::Then shortly after running into Rostov::
::enters quarters, stops and looks around room, headache still throbbing, moves to bathroom, stumbles in threshold banging against wall::
Dammit!
::uses the facilities, washes up and makes way over to replicator in corner::
I'll just fix me a drink and try to relax...maybe this headache will ease up then. With that confrontation with Jon and the hangover...not surprising.
::keys in code for drink::
::nothing happens::
::tries again::
::nothing::
::attempts to examine the replicator to determine the problem::
Tanner....you dirty..rotten....DAMN!
::slams hand down on machine::
Locked me out of the damn thing did you?
::seethes, picks up replicator and lifts it up ready to smash on the floor...furious at Tanner for blocking him from using it, pauses...realizing this is the only one they have::
::sits it back down....runs hand across head holding it.....closes eyes......lips tighten in a thin line...headache intensifies to an unbearable level.....turns around suddenly grabbing chair and smashes it against the bulkhead::
AAARRRGGGHHHH!
::stares at the broken chair crumbled on the floor::
::head reels as a wave of nausea erupts from gut, tries to rush into bathroom again, dizzy and sick, all but falls head first against the steel toilet bowl using it immediately until stomach is empty of all contents::
::pulls self up to sink and washes face, rinsing mouth out in the process::
::staggers across room and topples onto bed::
::falls asleep before can replay in mind what just happened::
::Then shortly after running into Rostov::
::enters quarters, stops and looks around room, headache still throbbing, moves to bathroom, stumbles in threshold banging against wall::
Dammit!
::uses the facilities, washes up and makes way over to replicator in corner::
I'll just fix me a drink and try to relax...maybe this headache will ease up then. With that confrontation with Jon and the hangover...not surprising.
::keys in code for drink::
::nothing happens::
::tries again::
::nothing::
::attempts to examine the replicator to determine the problem::
Tanner....you dirty..rotten....DAMN!
::slams hand down on machine::
Locked me out of the damn thing did you?
::seethes, picks up replicator and lifts it up ready to smash on the floor...furious at Tanner for blocking him from using it, pauses...realizing this is the only one they have::
::sits it back down....runs hand across head holding it.....closes eyes......lips tighten in a thin line...headache intensifies to an unbearable level.....turns around suddenly grabbing chair and smashes it against the bulkhead::
AAARRRGGGHHHH!
::stares at the broken chair crumbled on the floor::
::head reels as a wave of nausea erupts from gut, tries to rush into bathroom again, dizzy and sick, all but falls head first against the steel toilet bowl using it immediately until stomach is empty of all contents::
::pulls self up to sink and washes face, rinsing mouth out in the process::
::staggers across room and topples onto bed::
::falls asleep before can replay in mind what just happened::