i went to a shrink to analyze my dreams.
Who: T'Pol and Dean.
What: General boredom and slacking on duties.
Where: IN SPACE. BITCHES LOVE SPACE.
When: Post barge leavings. The admiral is a cruel man.
Warnings: A douchebag that doesn't remember that this girl broadcasted and insinuated that he was gay.
In the chair nearest to the corner on an unoccupied corner of the ship you could find a crewman on the Enterprise out of uniform sleeping with his temple against his palm.
Lately the dreams, nightmares, whatever they were... had been worse for Ted and the lack of sleep was bleeding into his work time. He kept the weirdness of them to himself. They all knew he'd been an amnesiac when he arrived, just like they knew that his name was faker than Pamela Anderson's tits but he seemed content with it and had a very big aversion to the medical wing of the ship.
"Hey!"
At the shout Nugent spilled out of his chair, any drool that was wiped from his lip wasn't removed coherently. "What? Oh- right- ...What now?"
They gave him menial tasks, as they always did, he had always felt that he should be allowed to and was meant for more, but whenever that was hinted at the others usually laughed him out of the room.
"Whatever- I'm goin'."
There was a jab at him being out of uniform but he hated them. That guy could suck his dick. He'd deal with his bullshit later. Cleaning time and scowling was now.
What: General boredom and slacking on duties.
Where: IN SPACE. BITCHES LOVE SPACE.
When: Post barge leavings. The admiral is a cruel man.
Warnings: A douchebag that doesn't remember that this girl broadcasted and insinuated that he was gay.
In the chair nearest to the corner on an unoccupied corner of the ship you could find a crewman on the Enterprise out of uniform sleeping with his temple against his palm.
Lately the dreams, nightmares, whatever they were... had been worse for Ted and the lack of sleep was bleeding into his work time. He kept the weirdness of them to himself. They all knew he'd been an amnesiac when he arrived, just like they knew that his name was faker than Pamela Anderson's tits but he seemed content with it and had a very big aversion to the medical wing of the ship.
"Hey!"
At the shout Nugent spilled out of his chair, any drool that was wiped from his lip wasn't removed coherently. "What? Oh- right- ...What now?"
They gave him menial tasks, as they always did, he had always felt that he should be allowed to and was meant for more, but whenever that was hinted at the others usually laughed him out of the room.
"Whatever- I'm goin'."
There was a jab at him being out of uniform but he hated them. That guy could suck his dick. He'd deal with his bullshit later. Cleaning time and scowling was now.