I'm not the fucking WarAmps mascot, dammit!!!

Feb 10, 2005 18:22

*afternoon after the morning after this*

*sitting at QM's desk, going over recquisition forms, putting all approved items on an extra list for QM to put packages together later*

*has been banned from the store room until legs are completely healed, QM even went so far as to lock the door, can't do anything but paperwork and deliveries*

What the fuck am I supposed to do if someone comes in here wanting something???

*sighs, finishing up with Ensign Burger's request and moving to the next*

*smiles a little*

Ah, Warren... lipstick, nail polish, toothpaste and... lube? Huh. He didn't tell me he was sleeping with anyone. Not that lube necessarily means he's sleeping with someone other than himself.

*checks in the database for any holds against him, knows about rations for Dillard's hair gel and Jensen's talcum powder*

*doesn't want to know what Jensen does with that powder...*

*finds no holds against Warren, approves his request and puts his items on QM's list, thinking up a group of friend's possible bedmates*

Interesting what you can learn about people from these. Or least what stories you can make up about them to amuse yourself...

*flips screen to next victim, Crewman Miller*
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