Bridge - Day 44 - private/unfinished

[mostofteninred]

Despite the fact that the bridge of the Enterprise was really cool, often brimming with intelligent, brilliant people, and, quite likely, the best damn deck on the ship, a quiet shift there was the worst. At least other places, it was easier to slack off or find make-work projects. Or, better yet, just go bum around and see where help could be

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[into_the_skies]

If he had to spend another hour staring blankly at the happily blinking little green readout indicating that they were perfectly on course and he wasn't really needed at all, he was actually going to lose it. They were going in a straight line. With absolutely no obstacles in their path. Why did he even need to be here at all?

The readout blinked. Adrian blinked back, and not for the first time contemplated learning to sleep with his eyes open.

The 'new message' icon popped up in the corner of his screen. He gave it a faintly surprised look and opened it, radiating an air of 'nope, no skiving here, just checking the course again...', and grinned inwardly.

As if you're any less bored than I am.

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A, S - Close but no cigar

[lies]

[mostofteninred]

W? That's gotta be 'with.'

ps Don't flatter yourself.

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[why not?]

[mostofteninred]

Gone With The Wind. Ha!

ps Because you're a) kind of an ass, b) the BACKUP pilot, and c) entirely too flat chested to be my type.

[into_the_skies]

Adrian made a slight course correction, trying valiantly not to crack up laughing.

Bingo. Your turn.

[Well, a) True, b) is it my fault I'm better at small craft than whatshisface?, and c) apparently that didn't stop you from noticing my ass]

[mostofteninred]

Coughing quietly into his hand to keep from bursting out laughing, Robert checked the course change just made before setting up the next round of hangman.

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ps There is a difference, Phillips, between noticing your ass and noticing that YOU ARE an ass.

[into_the_skies]

Give me an R

[sure, however you wanna justify it to yourself...]

[mostofteninred]

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ps That's pathetic. So lonely you have to make up fans.

[into_the_skies]

Dude. "Warp core". Are you even trying?

[mostofteninred]

Robert blinked at the message for a moment, then replied with an eloquent, lengthy message:

Oh, fuck you.

[into_the_skies]

Adrian did a silent internal victory dance. What a shame they were on duty - it would have been nice to be able to mock Les properly.

Thanks for the offer, sweetheart, but you're not my type.

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Class at the Academy:
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[mostofteninred]

One of these days, Robert wasn't sure when, he was going to give up and just punch the cocky SOB he so often had to sit next to on the bridge. One of these days. But not today.

O?

[into_the_skies]

Under the pretense of stretching, Adrian turned his head enough to see Les and winked at him. He was pretty sure that eventually Les was going to snap and throttle him, but until then, he was going to enjoy himself.

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[mostofteninred]

That wink made Robert think that maybe, just maybe, that day would be today. Phillips needed to be toned down, especially since they were scheduled for a few shifts together in the near future.

I'm going to have to go through the whole alphabet for this one I bet. R?

[into_the_skies]

Maybe.

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