Zephyr meets Snatch
Zephyr meets Snatch
Summary: The title says it all…
Date: 87 ACH
Related Logs: None
Players:
Zephyr..Snatch..

BATTLESTAR GENESIS MUSH - Sunday, February 08, 2009, 10:06 PM


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Roosters Nest (Obs Deck) Genesis - Deck 9
87 ACH 23817 Souls
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The observation deck is at the fore of the ship. The viewport allows those who come here to relax and enjoy a little quiet time with opposite sex. When the ship is under Alert levels, the viewport has a steel shutter that automatically comes down over the viewport for protection of the glass. The seats here are single and double and set up like a theater. They are cushioned and some recline back for those quick naps.
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Contents: Snatch Zephyr Wireless 1494

Exits: [O] Corridor

Special: +detail - Details available
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IC Time

IC Time: 87 ACH

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OOC Time

MUSH Time (Eastern): Sun Feb 08 08:07:29 2009 (EST+0)
Local Time: Sun Feb 08 22:07:29 2009 (EST++14)
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Genesis is still under condition two, but a young Lieutenant from CIC has managed to catch a quick break, and finds himself relaxing in one of the reclining seats at the Nest. It's Zephyr, and even though he doesn't fall asleep, he manages to stretch and relax if only for a few moments, his uniform jacket unbuttoned at the top.

Snatch is tired, though, now that the duck hatcheries are all built, she's not that sort of weary-to-the-bone exhausted as she was after a shift in Engineering followed by a second shift chopping and shaving wood and fitting pegs. So she plods down into the Nest, her coveralls undone to her hips and the arms hanging loose down by her legs as she slouches down into a seat by Zephyr, waiting for either sleep or more work.

The young tac officer tilts his head towards this new face nearby. His eyes watch the young woman as she slouches into her seat. Zephyr leans up against one of his elbows. "Hello" he says, "Good to see someone else managed to catch a few minutes…" he grins, as he motions to a few other people around the nest. It seems they've found more peace and quiet here than in their own bunks…

Snatch doesn't grin, or even smile very much, her brows sort of furrowed. "A -hain't- sleepish," she drawls out. "Ah reckon Ah bes' ought head t' mahn bunk anyhows, soon-as," she goes on, rubbing her hands over her knees as she stares out the window, taking a deep breath and letting it out through a small opening in the side of her mouth, blowing at a lock of hair fallen from the side of her kerchief.

Subtitles: I'm not tired. But I guess I should probably hit the sack soon, anyway.

Zephyr lets out a soft chuckle. "I say take it…" he muses, as he looks to the windows. Bah. Condition Two, and they've already closed the shutters. So much for a nice view of the stars. The young officer looks at his watch, "I've got two minutes left on this nice ten-minute break" he grins to the woman. Definitely from engineering, judging by the clothes and well, the grime.

"Han— ou-ais," Snatch shrugs, "Y'ns all got a bunk on yer'n own? Or they'ns ain't lettin' th' Brass t' sleep 'til we'ns down t' Connission Three?"

Subtitles: Yeah, all right. You own a bunk? Or are they just not letting the officers sleep until we're down to Condition Three?

"Hmmm? Own bunks? Sure. And yeah, they let the brass get sleep…" he chuckles, using the common term for officers. It doesn't bother him at all. "…I just can't be bothered" he adds with a grin. "How about you?"

That actually gets a little smile from her, "Ah getcher, Ah getcher," she drawls out in her braysome Aerelonese drawl. "Bunk taahm's a needful wickedness, ou-ais. Cain't work whilst y'ns sleepin', cain't work 'fin y'ns don' sleep. Ipnis cain well be sweet, though, Ah reckon." She lolls her head back against the back of her seat.

Translation: I get you, I get you. Sleep's a necessary evil, yup— You can't work while you're asleep, but you don't sleep and you can't work. Ypnos, the God of Sleep, can be sweet, though, I think.

Zephyr lets his own head lay back against the seat. God, the woman's speech is getting harder and harder to pick up. From the way she talks, he knows she must be from Aerelon. "I'm Zephyr, by the way. Darian Zephyr, Jig, CIC…" he introduces himself, relatively informally…

"Del Boccyo, Mopsus Doe," the selfsame introduces herself, "Folk ken min's Snatch. Ah'm onna the Cap'm's snaahps," she reaches for the back of her head, tipping her head forward and feeling the scabby patch on the low part of the back of her head, where her head's been shaved and there's a nice long gash healing up, the last few bits of dissolvable stitches poking out of it as she tries not to scratch.

Subtitles: People know me as Snatch. I'm one of the Captain's snipes.

Zephyr raises an eyebrow as he turns his head to face Snatch. "Snatch? Captain's snipes?" It seems the young officer isn't entirely sure what she means by 'Captain's snipes'…is she a sniper? But she's not a marine.

"Snatch, ou-ais," Mopsus Doe replies, "'Cause on maahn thievin' from taahm t' taahm from t' wastebins, they'ns teased min on't an' the name done stuck," she explains, "Cap'm Zammerman, she'ns a Major now bun we'ns still call her our'n Cap'm, ou-ais. We'ns her enginesnaahp's." She keeps her head lowered and puts her hand over her wound, trying to soothe the itching without scratching it.

Subtitles: Snatch, yup. Because they used to catch me stealing from the trashcan. They teased me about it until I got the nickname. Captain Zimmermann, she's a Major now but we still call her the Captain. We're her enginesnipes.

The officer ahs softly. "Major Zimmermann, yes, I know her. I see what you mean now…" he grunts as he gets up from the recliner seat. Seems he's probably off back to duty in a bit. Zephyr finally notices Snatch fiddling with the back of her head somewhat. "What happened there?" he asks.

"Ah got… shot," Snatch replies, pulling up the remaining hair from over the shaved spot. There's still some scabbage left, but it's mostly scarred over. "Bah godssam tosser," she mutters, "Bun Ah shot back, ne fret ye pas."

Subtitle: I got shot. By a gods-damned toaster. But I shot back, don't you worry yourself any.

Zephyr nods. "Bad you got shot. Good you survived, and Good you shot back. So I say, nice win!" he chuckles, as he starts to button up his uniform, making sure his dogtags are out of sight.

"Han Zephyr, ou-ais," Mopsus Doe agrees, sitting up straight, "Git yin t' work," she encourages him with a smile. Nice to see someone around with a good work ethic.

"Someone has to do it. It's not going to do itself…" he smiles, as he reaches down next to the seat he was just in, picking up his clipboard. As he does so, the back of the clipboard becomes visible enough for the words 'Tactical Officer' to stand out. "Well uh, Snatch. Hope you get a good few winks of sleep…" he says, straightening up again.

"Fixin' ter, Zephyr, than's whan fixin' ter," Snatch replies with a yawn, standing up to heads out to her bunk. "Fare well."

Subtitle: I'm planning on it, Zephyr, that's what I'm planning on. Bye.

Zephyr nods with a soft smile. "Take care then, see you around again sometime Snatch…" he farewells and makes his way back towards the main corridor. Back to work.

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