We're So Starving
Characters: Chase Stein and AMU [CLOSED]
Location: Medical Bay
Date: Present
Rating: PGish? idk
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Chase was sauntering up to the medical bay with a semblance of a purpose, working on manipulating his expression into that of troubled pain, formulating some sort of good bluff. You see, bluffing had become something of a skill of his in the past couple years - it's gotten him out of some tight spots before, and into some even tougher situations, but it was one of a few things he was actually good at when he put his mind to it.
This wasn't life-or-death per se, but it was... urgent, in a way.
Chase was out of substances to numb out with, and you can only take so much alcohol before you get tired of the hangovers and head-splitting headaches - so much pot before you start hacking up a lung. Besides, getting drunk by yourself was sad; more than just a little pathetic. But Chase hadn't the heart to hit up the only guy he'd consider an actual friend on this boat for more drugs, because not only would that make him seem like a whiny, dependant freeloader, it'd be lame. He had a feeling he still had to prove himself a little, and he didn't want to fuck with his chances by becoming That Guy.
In his mind, he and Kage, they'd gotten something of a rapport going on. Something that, despite not giving a flying fuck about pretty much anything else going on right now, he didn't want to wreck; a friend in a high place is a good friend to have, and as much as he overheard everyone else complaining about the crew, he saw an entirely different opportunity. That's just how Chase grew up. He'd pander until he could freely get what he wanted - but now wasn't the time.
Now was the time for his game face and bluffing falsified medical conditions to get meds. Just a hoop he had to jump through - he just had to trick a robot. That can't be hard, right? It's a stupid robot.
Knock knock.
Standing in the open doorway, he forcibly winces in anticipation - clutching his stomach.
"The doctor in...?"
Location: Medical Bay
Date: Present
Rating: PGish? idk
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Chase was sauntering up to the medical bay with a semblance of a purpose, working on manipulating his expression into that of troubled pain, formulating some sort of good bluff. You see, bluffing had become something of a skill of his in the past couple years - it's gotten him out of some tight spots before, and into some even tougher situations, but it was one of a few things he was actually good at when he put his mind to it.
This wasn't life-or-death per se, but it was... urgent, in a way.
Chase was out of substances to numb out with, and you can only take so much alcohol before you get tired of the hangovers and head-splitting headaches - so much pot before you start hacking up a lung. Besides, getting drunk by yourself was sad; more than just a little pathetic. But Chase hadn't the heart to hit up the only guy he'd consider an actual friend on this boat for more drugs, because not only would that make him seem like a whiny, dependant freeloader, it'd be lame. He had a feeling he still had to prove himself a little, and he didn't want to fuck with his chances by becoming That Guy.
In his mind, he and Kage, they'd gotten something of a rapport going on. Something that, despite not giving a flying fuck about pretty much anything else going on right now, he didn't want to wreck; a friend in a high place is a good friend to have, and as much as he overheard everyone else complaining about the crew, he saw an entirely different opportunity. That's just how Chase grew up. He'd pander until he could freely get what he wanted - but now wasn't the time.
Now was the time for his game face and bluffing falsified medical conditions to get meds. Just a hoop he had to jump through - he just had to trick a robot. That can't be hard, right? It's a stupid robot.
Knock knock.
Standing in the open doorway, he forcibly winces in anticipation - clutching his stomach.
"The doctor in...?"