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You say "Hey, Clara? Got a minute? I've just got a quick question." into the
communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "Mrf? Gnnn... *yawn* Mm-hmm. I'm here,
Niko. What's up?" in Clara's voice.
You say "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to wake you." He's been up since six, see,
and figures everyone's been up for at least some of that time. "I was just
wondering... when you said to exercise, was there anything in particular that
you had in mind?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Mmm, not a problem. Time t'wake
up anyhow. Exercise? Oh, oh! Yeah. Anything cardiovascular's good. Weight
lifting. Swimming works, if you don't mind the female ensigns
wolf-whistling." in Clara's voice.
You say "*muffled laugh* Yeah, I noticed that." He sounds in high spirits
today. "Okay, thanks Clara. That's what I've been doing. I'll keep on with
that, then." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Wellll...someone's in a good mood today. Feeling the cheerioats, sir? And yeah, if that's what you've been doing, that'll work. I'll give you a onceover in a few days to check progress. Just don't overdo it, okay?" in Clara's voice.
You say "*something really vague about oats* I'm in a good mood today? Huh, I -hadn't- noticed." His tone is, of course, patently false, and still decidedly chipper. With a near-audible grin, he adds, "Of course I won't overdo it. I've done this before, after all." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "What, you've been shot before?
And yes, you -are- in a good mood. But I won't pry. I'll just make evil
insinuations and hope it has to do with something tall, brunette, and very
pretty." in Clara's voice.
You say "I've had to recover from being tied to a bed before. Huh... maybe that's the bit of my records that got lost in those mechanical failures. Hang-glider accident when I was eighteen. It was evil. And insinuate all you like, Clara. Ela's definitely the reason I'm in a good mood, though--no, Kathlyn, I'm not giving details. *That last is a little quieter, as if Niko lifted his head from the comm-unit*" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "*chuckle* No, the hang-glider
incident's in your records. Just didn't know you'd been strapped down for
it." She seems vastly amused and notes, "Tell Kathlyn details aren't
necessary. Whatever the reason, I'm glad you're happy. I've got Riley back in
his quarters, by the way. He went off most the monitors and IV last night."
in Clara's voice.
You say "Oh, I'll bet he's thrilled! Speaking on that, do you think he could
stand a visit from Addie? I mean... does he look okay enough that it wouldn't
scare her to see him? She asked last night if he'd come back if we made his
office bright enough. Poor kid, she looked like she really missed him." into
the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "*sudden hesitance* Uh...maybe not...-right- now? Maybe later this afternoon? He's still asleep, see?" she adds quickly. "I'm sure he misses her too, though. I'll suggests a shower and real clothes to him before she gets here." in Clara's voice.
You say "Oh, I wasn't thinking right now. Anya's not come in yet, after all,
and I think it'll take some fast talking to get her to let me watch Addie
again." His tone is definitely amused. "I'll give you a buzz when I know a
bit more?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "That's not a bad idea, yeah." Relief.
Oh, yes, there is relief in that tone. "Why would it take fast talking to get
her to let you watch Addie? I thought you were great with kids." in Clara's
voice.
You say "Well, it depends on your perception. Addie had a great time. -I- had a great time. But... well, there was paint. I looked worse than Addie did, at least." There's a muffled snicker. "Ela literally fell over laughing when she saw me." As he catches that relief, he adds, amusement turning to solicitous concern, "If he's not up for this, Clara, it can wait. I didn't suggest it to Addie or Anya--wanted to check with you, first." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "*spluttered, distant laughter, as if she had just fallen over herself* That's -classic-, Niko. Oh, I do hope someone got a picture." She pauses to yawn again, then notes in a quietly affable tone, "He's fine, Niko. Just still sleeping is all. I think a visit from his favorite namesake would do him a world of good." in Clara's voice.
You say "*amusement* I'll see if I can get them to part with a copy of the
picture, and I'll bring it with me. I'm still kind of orange in places,
though--should've washed the paint off more quickly." Funny, he doesn't sound
at all sorry that he didn't get to it, though. "And I'll bring it up with
Anya when she gets here. Brought some raspberries, so maybe she'll only kill
me a little." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Ah-hah! Raspberries for Anya.
You're definitely learning...very smooth indeed. *small laugh* I don't think
I'll ask if your cohabitant is besmattered with paint, though." There's a
pause, then Clara asks seriously, "Niko...has General Ranshek called looking
for Riley yet today?" in Clara's voice.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
You say "Fleet Admiral Ranshek? No, not yet." He carefully doesn't say anything about Ela and paint, or the nasty notes he's going to get from laundry because of the paint on the sheets. "I can find out if Riley's awake, if he does call, maybe patch the call through?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Yeah, that's the one." Hey, if
you're not mentioning sheets, neither will she. Nor scandelized penguins.
"Would you please? It really doesn't matter if he's awake. I'll wake him up.
He's been out for eleven hours anyway, the bum," she adds with a snicker." in
Clara's voice.
You say "All right, can do. Have to say, though, I hope Anya gets here before
he calls. Something about knowing that you're talking to a -Fleet Admiral-...
gah. Reminds me, I've got to go talk to Guido. Maybe later today." into the
communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "*laugh* I have no clue if he'd
even call, Niko. All I know is he was giving Riley some scary ideas about
what to do with a certain Major the other day. Surprised the heck out of me.
*pause* Guido? Why?" in Clara's voice.
You say "*pause* Uh. Just want to talk to him about a few things. *Another pause* See, if he's going to make a stink about what happened in the rec hall, I'd kind of like advance warning." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Oh, no...do you think he can?
He's a civilian now, though. And what happened in the rec hall was never
recorded except...oh, lord." There's a sound of rustling cloth and
scrambling. "My med records!"" in Clara's voice.
You say "See, that's the problem. I don't -know- what all he can do." There's a
pause, then he says, a little more quietly, "It did happen, Clara. I -should-
have made sure, before I fired. If it's in your med records, then so be it."
into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Niko, listen to me. I can make small
alterations in my records, both legally -and- ethically." More backgrounds
sounds of rustling cloth, then a pause. "In this case, I can make a command
decision to delete your name from the circumstances. And I will." in Clara's
voice.
You say "Clara... no. This doesn't... it's not right." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "Don't argue with me, Niko. I am -not-
letting you take any heat on this. It was an accident, for crying out loud.
Not to mention you found the cure for the chemical reaction." in Clara's
voice.
You say "But even though it was an accident, I still -did- it. And I -should- have made sure. What if I'd used the plasma bolter setting? There are sims where that's required--depends on the dampner field." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "No what if's, Niko. What happened
is what happened. You -didn't- bolt, Riley. Guido did, and he did it on
purpose. Leave the possibilities in the trash can, cause if you don't,
they'll eat you alive. We have to focus on practicalities, and what's going
on here and now." in Clara's voice.
Niko exchanges a few words with Kathlyn, and gets to his feet.
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Second Floor Elevator Lounge
Despite being one of the major hubs of activity in the Complex, few people linger here. While there are usually people present, usually they are on their way to someplace else. The lobby is nice enough, with broad tapestries hung on richly paneled walls, and floors of veined black marble; but it is simply too busy for most people to stop and chat in. The occasional tasteful potted plant lurks in the corners, and large mirrors are hung near the elevators for passing lobbyists to check their appearances before descending to the main level. Corridors lead to the northeast and southwest.
Obvious exits:
Elevator General Housing Library Security Maintenance Medical
You arrive from the Security Central.
You head towards the Medical Bay.
Medical Bay
Even the circulation of air can't quite keep the antiseptic smell from this
room. Immaculately clean, the tiles of the floor are the same pristine white
as the walls. Gadgets and gizmos abound. The highest medical technology
available for all the races that might conceivably come to the station are
present. A pair of beds near the door provide places for emergent cases,
their bioscan devices ready for monitoring. Doors lead to rooms for surgery,
short-term care, and long-term care. (OOC note: To set your room doing, try
'I'm <doing>'.)
Contents:
Niko, standing by the door.
Clara, standing by the door.
Obvious Exits:
Short Term Care Chief's Office Elevator Lounge
You arrive from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Clara waves off Kramer, plunking down behind the first empty terminal she sees and typing in her logon code, then pushes back a mass of curls while muttering at the screen intently. "C'mon...bring it up..."
Niko's serious expression is decidedly odd when one considers that half of his face is still orange. "Clara, don't do it," he protests. "What if Guido -does- make a fuss? They'll wonder why it's not in the records, won't they?"
Clara is sufficiently distracted by the orange to stop typing for a moment,
peering up, utterly nonplussed. "Laundry's going to give you six kinds of
hell," she breathes, another tangle of curls falling in her eyes as she
blinks back on target. "What if he does? I explain my point of view, then.
There's nothing they can do to you on only the word of man accused of
attempted murder."
Niko pads over to the terminal, ignoring the laundry-related comment for now.
"If they ask me if I did it," he says quietly, "I'll have to say yes. So they
would have more than Guido's word."
Clara still hasn't resumed typing, brows furrowed as she peers up in rather
unhappy confusion. "And if you say you did it, are you going to report the
rest of the story? Don't you -understand- what happens if they decide it was
a punishable offence?"
Niko leans against the side of the desk. "I understand," he says quietly. "And
I'd give as full a report as I'm allowed. But if they ask... I can't -lie-
about it. You understand that, right?"
Clara looks away, unable to meet your eyes, and stares at the terminal with a
troubled expression. "I know. I can't either," she says quietly. "All I could
do was this little bit..." She sighs and sinks her forehead into her hands.
"I could order you to stand back and let me do this. But I won't. Is this
really what you want?"
Niko shakes his head slowly. "I just don't want there to be -more- trouble from
all this." He smiles tightly, then adds, "And who knows? Guido might keep his
mouth shut. We could be worrying for nothing."
Clara regards you for a long moment, then sighs and punches the escape code
into her computer and leans back. "Maybe he won't. Maybe it won't matter if
he does."
Clara regards you for a long moment, then sighs and punches the escape code
into her computer and leans back. "Maybe he won't. Maybe it won't matter if
he does."
Clara logs off the terminal and climbs to her feet, ignoring the looks from Kramer very clearly saying 'you're still off duty' and nods. "And I have a patient to check on." She finally returns the smile, tilting her chin at Security. "I'll walk you to the lobby. You look good in orange, by the way."
Niko manages a chuckle at that as he heads for the lobby. "I'll tell Addie."
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Second Floor Elevator Lounge
Despite being one of the major hubs of activity in the Complex, few people linger here. While there are usually people present, usually they are on their way to someplace else. The lobby is nice enough, with broad tapestries hung on richly paneled walls, and floors of veined black marble; but it is simply too busy for most people to stop and chat in. The occasional tasteful potted plant lurks in the corners, and large mirrors are hung near the elevators for passing lobbyists to check their appearances before descending to the main level. Corridors lead to the northeast and southwest.
Obvious exits:
Elevator General Housing Library Security Maintenance Medical
You arrive from the Medical Bay.
Clara arrives from the Medical Bay.
Clara has arrived.
Clara laughs, shaking her head. "She'll be thrilled, no doubt. Take care of
yourself, Niko." Her smile quirks into mischievous amusement. "Focus on
whatever it was you were so happy about earlier, huh? Probably keep you in a
better mood all day," she explains innocently, then punches at the elevator
button.
Amazing what happens when one blushes when half of one's face is orange. Talk
about interesting colors. "I'll, uh, do that," Niko says, a quick grin
crossing his face. "Good advice. Say hi to Riley for me, huh?" With that, he
ducks into Security.