Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 14:22:44 GMT -8
Marina woke up with a jolt, flailing covers everywhere. An abashed Ensign in med blues stood above her, a hypospray cradled to her chest as she half-cringed away from Marina's flailing limbs. Marina blinked up at her for a moment, legs still tangled in the sheets, then sagged back against the bed. It was her roommate, a mousy-looking young woman whose name she'd hardly managed to learn, to tell the truth. Excessively chatty, though, she'd figured out that much.
"Hi," she managed, combing a lock of hair out of her face as she sat up. "What happened?"
The girl shrugged, finally bringing her arms down and fiddling with the hypo for a minute. "Something happened that put us all under. Lieutenant Williams woke me up, told me to come along our deck and wake up everybody I found. I knew you were in here sleeping, so I decided I'd stop by. Didn't want you to end up just, you know," the woman sagged onto the bed, her insignificant frame sending the mattress plummeting a good deal lower than logic would have dictated, "wandering around in that nothing forever." She shuddered. "So," she said, suddenly cheering up, "how was it?"
Marina blinked at her for a minute. "Didn't it scare you?" she finally asked, finding words to express the question she most wanted to ask her roommate. Sort of. Not really, though; they were wholly inadequate, but she fell back on the excuse that she'd just woken up after dying. Or not dying. Facing down a cobra, certainly.
Marina's roommate shrugged her shoulders, an expansive movement full of some kind of latent melodrama. She had a knack for it. "Ah well. It was temporary, you know? Can't be upset 'bout something that ended so soon! Well, gotta go." She bounced up--literally, bounced, hair flying and feet landing akimbo, as if she were some kind of eerie, uniform-garbed gymnast with a poor sense of timing. "There's more officers to be woken up. See you later, Mar, okay?"
With the dropping of this last, absurd, newly invented nickname, the girl bolted back out Marina's door. The hiss of the outer door died away, and Marina collapsed back against her pillow once more, reaching up to scrub her face with her hands. "God, I need a new roommate," she muttered to the empty room, before dragging herself out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed, crewman's uniform and boots pulled on as neatly as she could get them before she headed for the door. She could help, somehow, get people pointed in the right direction. Somehow.
End Marina
"Hi," she managed, combing a lock of hair out of her face as she sat up. "What happened?"
The girl shrugged, finally bringing her arms down and fiddling with the hypo for a minute. "Something happened that put us all under. Lieutenant Williams woke me up, told me to come along our deck and wake up everybody I found. I knew you were in here sleeping, so I decided I'd stop by. Didn't want you to end up just, you know," the woman sagged onto the bed, her insignificant frame sending the mattress plummeting a good deal lower than logic would have dictated, "wandering around in that nothing forever." She shuddered. "So," she said, suddenly cheering up, "how was it?"
Marina blinked at her for a minute. "Didn't it scare you?" she finally asked, finding words to express the question she most wanted to ask her roommate. Sort of. Not really, though; they were wholly inadequate, but she fell back on the excuse that she'd just woken up after dying. Or not dying. Facing down a cobra, certainly.
Marina's roommate shrugged her shoulders, an expansive movement full of some kind of latent melodrama. She had a knack for it. "Ah well. It was temporary, you know? Can't be upset 'bout something that ended so soon! Well, gotta go." She bounced up--literally, bounced, hair flying and feet landing akimbo, as if she were some kind of eerie, uniform-garbed gymnast with a poor sense of timing. "There's more officers to be woken up. See you later, Mar, okay?"
With the dropping of this last, absurd, newly invented nickname, the girl bolted back out Marina's door. The hiss of the outer door died away, and Marina collapsed back against her pillow once more, reaching up to scrub her face with her hands. "God, I need a new roommate," she muttered to the empty room, before dragging herself out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed, crewman's uniform and boots pulled on as neatly as she could get them before she headed for the door. She could help, somehow, get people pointed in the right direction. Somehow.
End Marina