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30th-Jun-2009 11:19 am
[cm: prentiss] twinkles when she smiles
[[ No cliche this time. We just thought we'd make a prompt of a normal day on the Enterprise and see where that goes :3 ]]



When McCoy thought about it, it really wasn't fair to blame Jim for all the wrong in his life that had occurred ever since the insufferable bastard had become captain. Jim hadn't caused Ensign Jackson to drop the tray of rare vaccines, shattering the vials across the floor of medical. Jim also hadn't forced Nurse Chapel, his best nurse by far, to slip on the goddamn liquids and break her goddamn hand.

Yet, here he was, scowling at his pisspour cup of coffee in the middle of the mess, mumbling "Damn it, Jim" in a mantra, because somehow, somewhere, Jim Kirk was entirely at fault.

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30th-Jun-2009 03:55 pm (UTC)
Jason was bored. He’d spent the large majority of the morning napping – totally stealthily, mind you – and poking fun at ensign Greene’s admittedly hilarious new haircut had gotten old days ago. He stood up in the middle of Greene’s unbearably tedious story about her unbearably tedious mother and scanned the crowd for a more promising face. Smirking, he spotted McCoy in the far corner of the mess, alone and muttering cantankerously into his coffee cup. Perfect. He made a beeline for the doctor, ignoring Greene’s indignant calls behind him.

“McCoy!” Jason said brightly, dropping himself into the seat next to the scowling man. Before he could react, Jason reached out and stole a sip of coffee. “Uck, what the fuck is that?”
30th-Jun-2009 04:04 pm (UTC)
"Horse shit and sewer water, I'm guessin'," McCoy muttered, looking mildly at Jason from out of the corner of his eye. "To what do I owe the gift of your presence?"
30th-Jun-2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
Jason grinned, ignoring the urge to scrape his tongue or possibly bleach it.

"Greene's mind-blowingly dull mother, naturally. Her hair's hypnotic powers must have worn off," He said, tapping out a fast rhythm on the table. "Rough day?"
30th-Jun-2009 04:16 pm (UTC)
McCoy rolled his eyes, dropping his chin onto the palm of his hand, watching Jason's finger move.

"Chapel shattered her hand," he mumbled, irritated frown tugging at his lips. "It'll be over a week 'till she's any good to me again and it's gonna be hell finding someone half as good to replace her." He glanced up at Jason, smirking. "Hey, you'd look pretty good as a candy striper, wouldn't ya?"
30th-Jun-2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
Jason let out a sharp bark of laughter, pressing a hand to his heart in a mock swoon.

"Why Leonard, you flatter me so!" He said, fluttering his eyelashes. "But surely there's someone equally as beautiful as me with a spare hand to break?"
30th-Jun-2009 04:28 pm (UTC)
Snorting, McCoy took another sip of his coffee despite himself, grimacing at the taste.

"Like you do anythin' with those hands that you'd need 'em anyway," he paused, then raised an eyebrow, "Holdin' your head up while you sleep on the job doesn't count."
30th-Jun-2009 04:33 pm (UTC)
Jason smirked, flicking peas absent-mindedly off his mostly empty plate.

"Please, you're so damn jealous. I slept for two straight hours this morning. I'm fresh as a daisy, while you're covered in sick people cooties."
30th-Jun-2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
McCoy pursed his lips. "'Fresh as a daisy' weren't exactly the words I was gonna use."
1st-Jul-2009 12:16 am (UTC)
Even without looking up at the diagnostic screens, Scotty can tell that the ship is soaring along beautifully. The engines hum with the sound of a perfect Warp 6 cruising speed. Their last stop at a spaceport had been weeks ago, but for once, nothing had attacked them. Of course, this meant that disaster would inevitably strike soon, so he fully intended on enjoying the calm before the storm.

Propping his feet up amidst the clutter of his desk, Scotty grinned and let his eyes rove over the panels that displayed everything from the slightest fluctuations in core engine temperature to stray communication signals that might herald an enemy attack.

His stomach growled and Scotty frowned, briefly considering calling over an ensign to bring him food from the mess. The young officers were always eager to please, but somehow they always managed to bring him the wrong thing. Better to ask one of the lieutenants, but they rather disliked running errands.

Dropping his feet to the floor, Scotty spun his chair around to face the screen displaying the locations of all of his personnel. Maybe he would make Walker do it - Scotty knew the lad had been sneaking in naps, and until now he’d let it slide.

“Scott to Lieutenant Walker,” he called over the commlink, leaning comfortably back in his chair.
1st-Jul-2009 01:27 am (UTC)
Jason grimaced, making his way towards the door. He had a feeling his penchant for naps was about to bite him in the ass.

“Erm, yessir?” He replied, praying this had nothing to do with actual work.
1st-Jul-2009 01:49 am (UTC)
Scotty looked the lieutenant over as he rose to his feet. He hadn't seen much of the man lately; after all, they could hardly be considered friends. As far as he could tell, Walker was smart and quick thinking in a crisis, but otherwise lazy and rather obnoxious. Well, perhaps 'obnoxious' was too strong of a word - but after the third time Ensign Greene had come to him, teary eyed because of some wrong inflicted by the lieutenant, Scotty had quickly become annoyed.

He prided himself on not being a hardass, but really.

"Lieutenant," he said finally. He sighed internally as his stomach rumbled again. Business before lunch... "I trust you know why you're here."
1st-Jul-2009 02:17 am (UTC)
Jason bit his lip, shrugging one shoulder. Now was probably not the time to be a smartass. Scotty was a pretty laidback guy, but his connection with the ship was bordering on bizarre and Jason was afraid if he pissed him off the Enterprise would eat him in his sleep.

"... lunch?" He tried, hopefully.
1st-Jul-2009 02:44 am (UTC)
Scotty narrowed his eyes slightly, trying for his best I'm-chief-of-engineering-and-am-serious-business face.

"I've noticed a considerable decline in your... work ethic, as it were, lieutenant. Ensign Greene has also come to me with several... complaints." He added dryly, "as you most likely know already."

He rubbed at his eyes briefly. "Now, lad, I know I'm not as hard on my crew as someone, say, like Mister Spock, but I do require a certain amount of... actual, productive work?"

[[nomnomnom, I wish I had an 'edit' feature]]
1st-Jul-2009 02:58 am (UTC)
Jason scratched his head, sheepish, and put on his best contrite face.

"Right, right, sorry about that, lieutenant commander. Won't happen again," he said, trying for a disarming smile. Seriously, though, he couldn't help it if some of the ensigns were kind of ridiculous.

[[heh, the lack of an edit feature will be my undoing]]
1st-Jul-2009 03:10 am (UTC)
"Aye," replied Scotty gravely, before breaking into a grin. He just wasn't cut out for this no-nonsense business. "But really, Ensign Greene? Couldn't you pick at least a better lookin' lass to tease? Now you've got her comin' in here at all hours, all teary-eyed and the like and I'm the one that has to talk her down."
1st-Jul-2009 03:21 am (UTC)
Jason laughed, pleased he'd managed to shake one of Scotty's rare serious moods.

"Next time I'll be sure to drive someone else into your awaiting arms. Maybe lieutenant Harrison," he said, smirking at the thought of the Chief of Engineering wooing anyone not made of spare parts.
1st-Jul-2009 02:31 am (UTC)
When Emily Rose was younger, there use to be a old television show her mother used to watch with her. Old, old show - a few hundred years old - about a doctor and the group of doctors that worked for him and every week, a patient would have some strange illness that only the main doctor could figure out. As a running joke, the doctor would have to see normal patients in a free clinic and most of those patients were... less than intelligent.

When Emily became a nurse, she was both relieved and a bit disappointed that the vast majority of her patients - at least the ones over the age of 13 - were not nearly as amusing. When she joined Starfleet, she doubted she'd ever see patient like the clinic patients of that show.

But, apparently, she had over estimated not only the intelligence of most people (or, perhaps, just what lengths people will go to when bored and stuck on a spacecraft) but also just why Nurse Chapel always met with the patients first before assigning them to someone else or seeing to them herself.

"I... can think of two ways to handle this." She told the Ensign as she studied him, his chart, then his... problem. "We can soak you in a solution that should dissolve the glue but it would probably leave some side effects that will leave you impotent for a month, at the least... or we could try and rip your hand off and repair the damage afterward though it'd be more painful and more likely to leave lasting damage..." His look of terror was answer enough. "Chemical bath then...?"


((I felt the Icon was appropriate...))
1st-Jul-2009 08:58 am (UTC)
Over the next two hours, each patient seemed to be trying to out do the previous.

After the glue accident, there was a home-made piercing accident ("Were you trying to piercing it there?"), three 'flu' cases that were really STD and or Pregnancy tests ("You could just say you want that kind of test, this isn't the 20th century, you know."), and a physical that would haunt her for months to come ("Why would you want a tattoo of THAT?").

Whoever is chosen to take over for Chapel for the week had Emily's sympathy. As of right now, Emily only had 5 minutes till her lunch break and one more patient to see.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long," Emily smiled at the girl standing by the bed. Emily glanced at the clock. She had been waiting for a good 30 minutes. "H-Have you been standing this whole time, by any chance." The girl nodded nervously. "Oh... Look at the time!" Emily backed towards the door. "My lunch break. I'll send someone to you in just a second..." She paused at the door. "You can lay down if it's more comfortable."

Emily closed the door with a loud sigh before grabbing one of the nurses coming back from their lunch and passed over the patient file. She really didn't want to add 'Extraction' on her list of things she did today though at this rate...


((I need to stop watching House/Scrubs before posting...
7th-Jul-2009 10:38 pm (UTC)
Alex eventually finished the assignment he'd had looming over his head for days, a full write up on the customs and social mores of the planet occupants they were passing, just in case contact was made. The file was sent to all senior officers for distribution to anyone that needed to be familiar with the protocols.

He returned to his quarters, swallowed a few blockers for the headache that was starting to nag at him and he realized he had several items from Vulcan in his possession. Many photographs, copies of documents, some paper bound books of history and ritual, a headpiece from a traditional costume. Even a small vial of dirt from the surface. He packed them up into a small box, thinking Spock may appreciate them more. Or perhaps he'd know where to send them if they turned out to be of value.

Granted, Alex was thinking emotionally, but if someone blew up his planet he'd want a few things to remember it by. Even if a new world was being colonized. Honoring the old, he reflected, didn't stop you from building the new. He lifted the box and went to hunt down the Commander before he lost his nerve.

Edited at 2009-07-07 10:46 pm (UTC)
7th-Jul-2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
Spock had taken to eating his meals in the mess hall despite not interacting with the human crew on a regular basis. It was enlightening to see how they interacted and attempted to bridge the cultural gap with himself and members of other races. He sat and ate his vegetarian meal in silence at his own table and observed.
7th-Jul-2009 11:35 pm (UTC)
The mess was pretty much the last place to check and he ducked in, scanning the crowd. The Commander was spotted and he made his way to the table, pausing to get a mug of tea first.

"Excuse me, Commander. May I join you?"
7th-Jul-2009 11:49 pm (UTC)
Looking up to see Alexander, Spock nodded and scooted his tray so there was room for the Lieutenant to sit. "How are you today, Lieutenant?" he inquired.
7th-Jul-2009 11:50 pm (UTC)
"Fine, thank you, sir." He sat, set the box aside for a bit. "And yourself?"
8th-Jul-2009 07:13 am (UTC)
"I find myself agreeable today, thank you," he replied, spearing a slice of carrot with his fork. It was an unusual Earth vegetable but he found the taste quite satisfying. "Have you been keeping yourself busy?"
8th-Jul-2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
"Yes, commander. The planets we're passing on the current trajectory are inhabited in many cases. I have been compiling all known info on the social mores and rituals, as well as any cultural differences so as to have the information available if contact is made."

Alex sipped his tea, then set it aside when his stomach rolled. "I was continuing to unpack in my quarters and found some things I had collected while I was on Vulcan. I thought you might like them, or would know someone who would."

The box was pushed across the table. It contained a few paper bound books of Vulcan history, a volume entitled 'The Logic of Surak', pictures of the planet and people, a small bottle of dirt from the surface and some other items.
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