Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 16:49:54 GMT -8
“Some vacation this turned out to be,” Mei muttered under her breath as she huffed her way about the station, looking for somewhere to drink. Mere moments after she’d beamed aboard, the gravity had gone off, and she was forced into grunt duty. “All available pilots report to shuttlebays,” she mouthed, mocking the idiot woman of a flight traffic controller. She was pretty sure they chose those based on who could sound most contrite while giving instructions.
Not that there was anything she could do in the shuttlebay, other than prep a runabout for flight, and wait. Then again, the runabout, shielded as it was by most of the station, at least maintained gravity and a functional replicator. She’d sat there, twiddling her thumbs and sharing caramel corn with the copilot that accompanied her, for what seemed like forever. They’d been finally dismissed, and Mei decided to seek out the closest available bar.
Her bad luck had continued, as while she searched, she found out the Talon, which wasn’t due to come and pick her up for some time now, had already arrived. She continued muttering vaguely to herself as she walked. Coming across a section of the station that had bright, colorful signs, she realized she’d probably found the place where they kept the liquor in this ostentatiously large station.
Then she found another problem: All of the civilians had been told to move to the safer areas of the station. They likely wouldn’t be cleared to leave those areas until the engineers were sure another power failure wasn’t iminent. “Twenty-three gin joints in this godforsaken place, and none of them are open!?” Fortunately, it seemed like many of them had been deserted in a hurry, and she picked one at random. “Goddamnit.”
“Anybody in here?” she asked. Non-containment related shielding was one of the first things to have power borrowed from in an emergency, so she walked in. No one responded, so she shrugged, and hopped easily over the bar. “Looks like it’s self service.”
She was wearing a dress, so she looked about for a bar towel or an apron or something that she could cover herself with, but found nothing. “Goddamnit!” Sighing, she found a glass that looked more or less clean, and found a bottle of something appealing. Frowning for a moment, she shrugged, setting the glass aside as she opened the bottle.
Hopping back to the “proper” side of the bar, she took a swig. “It looks like it’s just you and me, buddy,” she said to the bottle. Hopefully, no counselors came in. She was pretty sure the technical definition of alcoholism was “breaks into a bar when no one is around and stand there, drinking by yourself."
“Better get drunk before they get here, I don’t want to deal with any head shrinkers sober.”
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Not that there was anything she could do in the shuttlebay, other than prep a runabout for flight, and wait. Then again, the runabout, shielded as it was by most of the station, at least maintained gravity and a functional replicator. She’d sat there, twiddling her thumbs and sharing caramel corn with the copilot that accompanied her, for what seemed like forever. They’d been finally dismissed, and Mei decided to seek out the closest available bar.
Her bad luck had continued, as while she searched, she found out the Talon, which wasn’t due to come and pick her up for some time now, had already arrived. She continued muttering vaguely to herself as she walked. Coming across a section of the station that had bright, colorful signs, she realized she’d probably found the place where they kept the liquor in this ostentatiously large station.
Then she found another problem: All of the civilians had been told to move to the safer areas of the station. They likely wouldn’t be cleared to leave those areas until the engineers were sure another power failure wasn’t iminent. “Twenty-three gin joints in this godforsaken place, and none of them are open!?” Fortunately, it seemed like many of them had been deserted in a hurry, and she picked one at random. “Goddamnit.”
“Anybody in here?” she asked. Non-containment related shielding was one of the first things to have power borrowed from in an emergency, so she walked in. No one responded, so she shrugged, and hopped easily over the bar. “Looks like it’s self service.”
She was wearing a dress, so she looked about for a bar towel or an apron or something that she could cover herself with, but found nothing. “Goddamnit!” Sighing, she found a glass that looked more or less clean, and found a bottle of something appealing. Frowning for a moment, she shrugged, setting the glass aside as she opened the bottle.
Hopping back to the “proper” side of the bar, she took a swig. “It looks like it’s just you and me, buddy,” she said to the bottle. Hopefully, no counselors came in. She was pretty sure the technical definition of alcoholism was “breaks into a bar when no one is around and stand there, drinking by yourself."
“Better get drunk before they get here, I don’t want to deal with any head shrinkers sober.”
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