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smegging_hell in trans_9

Sleeping on the job

Sep 17, 2009 10:34

Lister has been blissfully unaware of any going on in the City. Yes, the beds aboard Stacey may be creepy, but they're warm, comfortable, and there is a nice breeze that stops Lister's random claustrophobia kicking in ( Read more... )

!status: open, dave lister, jamie mccrimmon, cameron mitchell, !location: sleeping halls

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sgmitchell September 17 2009, 09:59:48 UTC

Knowing the Yeerk survived, and the ship's admittedly flawed justice system survived improved his mood, but only marginally. The conspirators still attacked, they were still willing to maim innocent crew members out of spite, and among them were still people he'd trusted.

He felt no less like pummeling something, but it was easier to suppress knowing they'd done their job.

He was walking--not quite stalking--the corridors when he heard the strange sounds from the Sleeping Halls. Not having anything particularly better to do, he peered into the one that the sound seemed to come from with a curious frown.

smegging_hell September 17 2009, 10:09:36 UTC

Lister is currently sitting on the floor, a sleepy, and yet grumpy look on his face, as tentacles retract back into the walls.

"Smeg, lady, give it a rest!" he mutters, before scooting himself backward towards one of the nose beds. "Let a guy lie in, why don't you?"

Lister's day hasn't even begun yet, and it's going badly.

sgmitchell September 17 2009, 10:15:17 UTC

Cam probably didn't want to know what was going on. 'Lady' was probably a reference to the feminine AI, and he wasn't big on Stacy just then. What with the miniature civil war she allowed to erupt right in the middle of her.

"...Problem?"

He probably didn't want to know, but anything to distract him from recent events was worth investigating.

smegging_hell September 17 2009, 10:30:06 UTC

Lister pauses in his scooting, and looks over to the voice. Since it wasn't Stacey, he was happy to talk to whoever it was.

"If you count getting felt up by tentacles as a problem, yes," Lister replies, still grumpy and glaring at the wall.

"Can't a guy sleep round here?"

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outta_this_army September 17 2009, 12:31:26 UTC

Grif's kind of grumpy. He woke up on a couch on the Obs Deck and figured out the crew had exploded down in the city or something.

"You go to sleep for five minutes on this ship I swear to God..." he mutters to himself, on his way to relocate to his bed in here. When in doubt, sleep it off.

He hears the sound of Lister's struggle with the ship and peers in at him.

"She did that to me last week," he says.

smegging_hell September 17 2009, 13:21:51 UTC

Lister looks up from his disgruntled heap on the floor.

"Least I'm not the only one she's got a thing against. I mean, what's wrong with sleep?"

outta_this_army September 17 2009, 15:54:12 UTC

"I don't know man, but apparently I missed some huge fight or something while I was out."

He pauses, considering whether or not to share this useful piece of information, then decides this guy could probably use it.

"You can sleep out on the Obs Deck without her bothering you. It's not as comfortable and sometimes people are assholes and will wake you up and stuff, but it works. Just don't take my couch."

smegging_hell September 17 2009, 16:32:18 UTC

"There was a fight? Glad I missed that one then," Lister is a believer in the theory of make love, not war.

"You can? Great, thanks mate. And if I do take your couch by accident, feel free to turf me out of it. Better you than tentacles, eh?"

bonnypiperlad September 18 2009, 09:15:50 UTC

Jamie is rubbing at his temples as he wanders in - it's been a rough few days, even for someone who was pretty much on the fringes of all the excitement. All that's really on his mind is closing his eyes for a few minutes and not actually having to think about...well, everything. However, the sight of Lister sprawled out on the floor brings him up short.

"Whatever are ye doing down there?"

smegging_hell September 18 2009, 09:49:38 UTC

"Being convinced it's time to get up, apparently," Lister responds as he picks himself up and glares at one of the tentacles as it retreats into the wall. "Stacey has a very...disturbing way of telling us what to do. Stupid smegging tentacles."

He dusts off his plantsuit (accompanied by a faint squelch), and manages to offer a smile to Jamie. "Who knew there was an optimum sleep time?"

bonnypiperlad September 18 2009, 23:08:10 UTC

Jamie eyes the patch of wall that the tentacles have retreated back into with no small amount of trepidation.

"Aye, well, if too little sleep is bad and too much sleep is bad, there'd be something in the middle that's opty...about right. Does she do that often, with the tentacles?"

He's not at all sure he likes the idea of part of the ship stretching out from the wall to do...well, whatever it was the ship was doing to Lister that resulted in being dumped on the floor.

smegging_hell September 22 2009, 09:49:41 UTC

"Only if you're making a serious pest of yourself," and there is a hint to Lister's still disgruntled grin that he could make a serious pest of himself if he wanted to. "Or if you're not doing something that she wants you to do, or doing something that she doesn't want you to do."

He gives that explanation a minute to sink in, before following it up with, "She also gives you Violations. You know about those?"

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