Crashspace - [Guestquarters, Deck 6]

[allmhadadh]

Scotty woke up in the galley, not too terribly surprised that Harold had left; he didn't figure the floor of a galley was all that comfortable a napping spot for most people anyway. But he was then chased out by some of the next watch of cooks, and had to do something with himself

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[allmhadadh]

The first thing Scotty did, naturally, was what he was supposed to do; namely, find stuff to fix. Given that quite a bit of the ship was still a bit of a mess, he had plenty to keep him busy even without an actual work-sheet to go off of.

Along the lines, though, he did a bit of sabotage. Namely, at least one, maybe two* showers.

Scotty was clever and covered his tracks. He used the tricorder that came with his toolkit to mask him from internal sensors, all over again. He also made sure to pick a spot to get into the access crawlways where security cameras were still down. He made sure not to leave any marks on the panels he jury-rigged to get the doors open. He followed the PADD map he'd 'borrowed' off of Harold to key points.

Bulkheads were reasonably thick, but he could still hear the drift of conversation from within. Potential collateral damage, if those inside didn't leave before taking a shower in the morning. But, well, risks were risks. Still, he stayed very quiet

[1_00110111_01]

I'd thank you not to tamper with my systems, lovely. No matter how much you are not fond of certain of my crew. It's bad for morale, in an already stressful time. Also, it is uncomfortable for me.