::eyes fly open in the early morning dark::

...

::doesn't move, just stays where the hell is, on back, in bed, stares at ceiling... well, not exactly staring just looking in the general direction... dark... after all ( Read more... )

Hmph ( Read more... )

(OOC: just a nonsense thread... I feel like letting folks have a shot at whatever they want to bother Foster with... something new though if possible... or very old... distract me.)::enters gym for daily hour-long workout, keepin' in shape being important, has always been... sees soon-to-re-be- Bossman Reed in here every day, has decided to ( Read more... )

... I don't care what kind of a damned day yer having, Inez, that's not acceptable! Get 'em clean!

::stomps off into Security office, slamming the door behind -- well, whooshing the goddamned pissant door behind not very SATISFYING WHEN ALL YOU WANNA DO IS SLAM SOMETHIN ( Read more... )

::whistles, occupado... got the Lieutenant Commander back on board... shot him but, well, he said to so... may or may not be a bit before he's back on duty, depending on, er... things upstairs::

::until then, goes through the paces, usual stuff only... easier... lockdown making job far more predictable, easier to handle even with scant trusted ( Read more... )

::in office after Crewman Secorro's little 'too bad so sad I'm a rebel too' prattle... added her to the list, disgusted... Brig probably a tad much but, hey... her choice there, so indulged, after all Little Miss Let-Me-Do-What-I-Want said 'send me to the brig'... and there ya go ( Read more... )

::is not able to sleep... has been up for a couple of hours trading between PADDs... may as well use the time... duty rosters wait for no holiday::

::and again... here come the official 'please-boss-may-I-have-the-day-off' beggings for Hangover Eve... god save us from those people who simply can't stand to do their duty when everything else calls ( Read more... )

::breezes through Security's main area, eyeing Fisher and Romero as they break down the plasma rifles for their monthly maintenance::

::raises eyebrow, directing::

Make sure ya get the energy cells completely charged this time around... they were lacking during the last go.

::nods head and turns away, being sure to ignore the eye-rolling can ( Read more... )

Computer, begin personal letter sequence.

* * *

To: Foster, Admiral Frederick
From: Foster, Lieutenant Simon

Dear Dad,

Things are going swimmingly on the good ship Enterprise... at least as much as it ever has. The mission is movin' along at a snail's pace, but at least it's movin ( Read more... )