[yawning Ensign is going off of shift, and doesn't see the tall green guy till she nearly runs into him and makes a quick change in direction to keep from walking straight into a collision] Eep! Scuse me, so sorry.
*David pauses at her voice. He mumbles words that sort of sound like "the weather's nice" but there's no telling what he really says as he continues through the room until he gets to a turbolift which he stands in front of motionlessly.*
[Jackie retraces her steps back towards the turbo lift, a bit hesitant in case she's butting in on something that's not her business] Um...hi? Begging your pardon, sir, but...are you ok?
*David stands there a bit more, his eyes dimly open and head tilting slightly downward before walking away. He bumps lightly into a table and climbs it, grabbing at the air as if he's climbing something much larger. He's not dreaming so it's unsure what his intentions are. He won't know them when he wakes up. He sits on the table, swinging his legs.*
[he is really starting to worry her] Whoa, ok...easy, um...you should probably get down and go back to... [then she puts it together] Bed. Ah, ok, you were in bed and you're walking and so you're sleepwalking. Gotcha. [look at her, she was talking to someone who couldn't even hear her. If only she knew his name, it wasn't like officers even had their rank on their pjs]
*No, David didn't have his rank in his PJ's. He had little multicolored dots, yes, but not a rank. He stands on the table and turns toward the view of the stars going by. He reaches out a hand and steps off the table to a rude awakening. The ground.*
Ah! *He wakes up hitting the ground with rug burn on his knee and a sore nose from a proper face plant. David stands up quickly slamming into the table and knocking it over. He skitters away from the action, his hand covering the back of his head where the impact with the table was. His eyes are wide and lucid as he looks around him and locks eyes with the only other person in the room. He gives her a thoroughly confused and frazzled look.*
[She doesn't realize till it's too late that he's going to hurt himself if he's not careful and goes to catch him...but he finds the floor before she can get close enough] Hey, steady there. [granted, this guy is pretty tall compared to her 5'5" frame, but she does her best to maneuver him into a nearby chair to inspect his head] Do you hurt anywhere? You took quite a fall.
*He lets himself be led to sat down as he continues to try and figure out where he is, why he's here, and who this person is. It's all a tad overwhelming, but he tries to keep himself calm.*
Uh yeah. I mean. *He pauses and looks around again.* Is this the observation deck? How did I get here? I don't...*He's at a loss.*
[nods, checking each arm in turn for any scrapes or bruises, good thing he ran into someone from medical] Yup, this is the observation deck. And I hate to tell you, but you walked here. On your own. And climbed up on the table.
[standard memory checking questions to make sure he's alright] Name, rank, and serial number?
Walked? But I don't remember--wait. No, I haven't sleepwalked since I was eight. *He rubs his eyes.*
Uh. David Tinny. *He says with a start.* Counselor. Rather, Lieutenant. And...2...4--damnit. Sorry. I've been meaning to memorize that. *He gives a sheepish smile.*
[reassuring smile] Don't sweat it. It happens to the best of us.
[she'll have to take his word for it, but he seems pretty sure...and it's not like he said he was Napoleon or anything] That's alright. Mine's 892...something. Ensign Jackie Spencer, Medical.
Anything been stressing you out lately? Sometimes that triggers stuff like this.
Yeah. No, nothing I can think of. You'd think I'd know that. *He gestures to himself with a grin. He winces rubbing the back of his head.*
Geeze. That was crazy. I've never woken up like that. Like one minute I was asleep in my bed and the next the ground was coming at me and my heart was like dudududududud. *He puts his hand to his chest in illustration. He laughs lightly.*
I have sort of fallen out of my regular diet. Missing meals and making them up for coffee. I have more patients lately. It's not that I feel stressed about it but that it's taking up my time and I haven't figured out how to manage the loss, yet. *He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands still trying to get fully awake.* Geeze, that was weird.
[she nods sympathetically] Maybe you should eat something before going back to bed...or see if you've got any shore leave coming. I'm only a medtech but I'm pretty sure any of our doctors would tell you the same thing.
[Jackie can't help a smile at his heart demonstration...and she has to ask] You're an Orion, right? [she'd heard...um...things about Orions...though most of them were probably just rumors and mostly applied to the women]
*He nods in agreement. All of the options seem like fair ones. He rubs the back of his neck and his head. It aches with the fall as does his forehead and nose. With her next question he ducks his head to hide a smirk. What gave it away? Well, there was only one answer that was going to suffice.*
Hm? No. *He shakes his head liberally, an action that causes some discomfort.* Why do you--*He catches sight of his hands.* Uh. That's...that's weird. My hands are green. Must've--must've got into something. *He scrubs at them furiously.* Huh. It's-um-not coming off. What...*He looks down as his eyes widen. He pulls up his shirt.* What is this! *He runs his hands over his head.* Oh my God! Where did my hair go! My beautiful hair! *He panics, panting erratically.* I used to be an attractive bronze skinned blonde haired guy with really defined muscles! Now I'm a green, bald, soft bellied Orion! *He dramatizes, clasping his hands to her shoulders. He stays like that a moment before laughing.*
[She's really starting to panic at his anxiety, nearly grabbing her communicator from behind her to beam them to sickbay right now...]
You....you...you're awful! [hands on her hips, trying to glare without smiling herself...and failing] That wasn't fair in the least. [but the ice is broken, he can't be too scary if he's going to joke like that]
*He covers his mouth, but it doesn't hide his laughter too well.*
I know, I know. I have this self-defense thing. When things get too serious, like the possibility of me freaking out over sleepwalking when I haven't done it since I was eight, I like to put a little of the pressure off. If you ever wonder why people decide to be counselors know it's because counselors usually have an acute awareness of all of the mental issues they, themselves, have had and do have and will have. *He grins.* You gotta admit, that was really good, though.
[...are those pjs?]
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[Jackie retraces her steps back towards the turbo lift, a bit hesitant in case she's butting in on something that's not her business] Um...hi? Begging your pardon, sir, but...are you ok?
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[look at her, she was talking to someone who couldn't even hear her. If only she knew his name, it wasn't like officers even had their rank on their pjs]
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Ah! *He wakes up hitting the ground with rug burn on his knee and a sore nose from a proper face plant. David stands up quickly slamming into the table and knocking it over. He skitters away from the action, his hand covering the back of his head where the impact with the table was. His eyes are wide and lucid as he looks around him and locks eyes with the only other person in the room. He gives her a thoroughly confused and frazzled look.*
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[granted, this guy is pretty tall compared to her 5'5" frame, but she does her best to maneuver him into a nearby chair to inspect his head] Do you hurt anywhere? You took quite a fall.
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Uh yeah. I mean. *He pauses and looks around again.* Is this the observation deck? How did I get here? I don't...*He's at a loss.*
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[standard memory checking questions to make sure he's alright] Name, rank, and serial number?
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Uh. David Tinny. *He says with a start.* Counselor. Rather, Lieutenant. And...2...4--damnit. Sorry. I've been meaning to memorize that. *He gives a sheepish smile.*
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[she'll have to take his word for it, but he seems pretty sure...and it's not like he said he was Napoleon or anything] That's alright. Mine's 892...something. Ensign Jackie Spencer, Medical.
Anything been stressing you out lately? Sometimes that triggers stuff like this.
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Geeze. That was crazy. I've never woken up like that. Like one minute I was asleep in my bed and the next the ground was coming at me and my heart was like dudududududud. *He puts his hand to his chest in illustration. He laughs lightly.*
I have sort of fallen out of my regular diet. Missing meals and making them up for coffee. I have more patients lately. It's not that I feel stressed about it but that it's taking up my time and I haven't figured out how to manage the loss, yet. *He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands still trying to get fully awake.* Geeze, that was weird.
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[Jackie can't help a smile at his heart demonstration...and she has to ask] You're an Orion, right? [she'd heard...um...things about Orions...though most of them were probably just rumors and mostly applied to the women]
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Hm? No. *He shakes his head liberally, an action that causes some discomfort.* Why do you--*He catches sight of his hands.* Uh. That's...that's weird. My hands are green. Must've--must've got into something. *He scrubs at them furiously.* Huh. It's-um-not coming off. What...*He looks down as his eyes widen. He pulls up his shirt.* What is this! *He runs his hands over his head.* Oh my God! Where did my hair go! My beautiful hair! *He panics, panting erratically.* I used to be an attractive bronze skinned blonde haired guy with really defined muscles! Now I'm a green, bald, soft bellied Orion! *He dramatizes, clasping his hands to her shoulders. He stays like that a moment before laughing.*
Yeah. I'm Orion. Sorry. Too tempting.
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[She's really starting to panic at his anxiety, nearly grabbing her communicator from behind her to beam them to sickbay right now...]
You....you...you're awful! [hands on her hips, trying to glare without smiling herself...and failing] That wasn't fair in the least. [but the ice is broken, he can't be too scary if he's going to joke like that]
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I know, I know. I have this self-defense thing. When things get too serious, like the possibility of me freaking out over sleepwalking when I haven't done it since I was eight, I like to put a little of the pressure off. If you ever wonder why people decide to be counselors know it's because counselors usually have an acute awareness of all of the mental issues they, themselves, have had and do have and will have. *He grins.* You gotta admit, that was really good, though.
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