Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 11:57:53 GMT -8
The Nest was moderately busy with patrons sat on the couches and stools dotted around the room chatting about recent events and other various bits of gossip that was to be had on the Talon grapevine. There was plenty of scuttlebutt to keep the crew entertained for a good while. The events on that toy planet alone was enough to engage them in exited conversations.
Myles entered to find himself opened to this hubbub and he stood there a moment as he scratched his chest over a simple black vest shirt. He had gotten himself checked over and for the exception of a few minor bruises and cuts and after a lengthy check of his vitals, he was more or less in one piece. Sami had passed her medical with flying colours from the on board Veterinarian and seemed much content to be back in their quarters, spreading hair and her non-plastic toys all over Myles' living space.
"Hello Myles. You okay? You look like you took a dive in the local."
He turned with a small start to find Ruth standing next to him with a smile to her features holding a glass on one hand and the other to his elbow. Aside from Eden, Ruth was one of few others on board that Myles could give and receive from. He grinned like a feral cat who had found the best item in the trash can.
"Ruthy, you should know better than to sneak up on people. been through the wars, me," he replied, patting his chest like it was a badge of honour. She only laughed at him as he moved towards the bar area with her following in the midst of other conversations.
"Oh hush, you're like that pretty dog of yours. Always after a bone or three and always exaggerating," she purred and Myles peered at her before he grinned broadly again, dismissing the notion with a flick of his hand.
"The ol' Blue Lagoon, righ'?" he pointed to her glass with the remnants of a blue liquid hugging the bottom. Myles knew she rarely deviated from her cocktails, or in this case, her mocktails.
"You know me, old boy," she nodded with a smile and finished what was left and placed the glass down. Myles soon settled in his usual routine with making drinks. Sometimes he made them when he wanted to show off, other times he used the replicator. It all depended how busy it was and how much he had left to do within a day's work.
It wasn't long before Ruth was with a refreshed beverage and she seemed to be about to talk to him again when someone else walked in who clearly caught her eye. "Have to dash, need to have a word with that one. You behave now, Mr. Lynch!" she laughed and moved off as Myles shook his head.
"Being ugly is my speciality!" he called after her before he snorted and began wiping surfaces down, making notes of anything that needed maintenance and making sure all those within the Nest were suitably refreshed and happy.
He grabbed a tray from the shelf and began loading it with the empties that he found. It was work that he had no trouble with, able to think at his own time and pace. He still found it mind boggling about what happened on that planet with Henri, Seia and Bernard. Myles was glad that he and Sami weren't alone in that area surrounded by everything from plastic foliage, trolls and plastic dinosaurs. Though he supposed not everyone could claim that they had ridden on the back of a giant plastic Therapod.
He might have had gotten the short end of the stick after being shot unconscious but it was certainly nothing like he had been through before and he doubted he'd see anything like it again in the same way.
Myles snorted and shook his head, next thing he knew he might end up riding the back of a real one. That would throw everything into a right cattywampus, he mused with a self-satisfied grin. He lifted the tray and turned around with the intent on heading back to the dispensary before he was cut short and he just about managed to save the tray from slipping over and caught a pint glass as it fell over.
"Hey easy! What's with every son of a gun walking into my personal space?" he drawled in his usual flair of offense, the comment rather ironic as Myles usually never had a problem with others being in his personal space. Was easier to box them one if they turned nasty.
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Myles entered to find himself opened to this hubbub and he stood there a moment as he scratched his chest over a simple black vest shirt. He had gotten himself checked over and for the exception of a few minor bruises and cuts and after a lengthy check of his vitals, he was more or less in one piece. Sami had passed her medical with flying colours from the on board Veterinarian and seemed much content to be back in their quarters, spreading hair and her non-plastic toys all over Myles' living space.
"Hello Myles. You okay? You look like you took a dive in the local."
He turned with a small start to find Ruth standing next to him with a smile to her features holding a glass on one hand and the other to his elbow. Aside from Eden, Ruth was one of few others on board that Myles could give and receive from. He grinned like a feral cat who had found the best item in the trash can.
"Ruthy, you should know better than to sneak up on people. been through the wars, me," he replied, patting his chest like it was a badge of honour. She only laughed at him as he moved towards the bar area with her following in the midst of other conversations.
"Oh hush, you're like that pretty dog of yours. Always after a bone or three and always exaggerating," she purred and Myles peered at her before he grinned broadly again, dismissing the notion with a flick of his hand.
"The ol' Blue Lagoon, righ'?" he pointed to her glass with the remnants of a blue liquid hugging the bottom. Myles knew she rarely deviated from her cocktails, or in this case, her mocktails.
"You know me, old boy," she nodded with a smile and finished what was left and placed the glass down. Myles soon settled in his usual routine with making drinks. Sometimes he made them when he wanted to show off, other times he used the replicator. It all depended how busy it was and how much he had left to do within a day's work.
It wasn't long before Ruth was with a refreshed beverage and she seemed to be about to talk to him again when someone else walked in who clearly caught her eye. "Have to dash, need to have a word with that one. You behave now, Mr. Lynch!" she laughed and moved off as Myles shook his head.
"Being ugly is my speciality!" he called after her before he snorted and began wiping surfaces down, making notes of anything that needed maintenance and making sure all those within the Nest were suitably refreshed and happy.
He grabbed a tray from the shelf and began loading it with the empties that he found. It was work that he had no trouble with, able to think at his own time and pace. He still found it mind boggling about what happened on that planet with Henri, Seia and Bernard. Myles was glad that he and Sami weren't alone in that area surrounded by everything from plastic foliage, trolls and plastic dinosaurs. Though he supposed not everyone could claim that they had ridden on the back of a giant plastic Therapod.
He might have had gotten the short end of the stick after being shot unconscious but it was certainly nothing like he had been through before and he doubted he'd see anything like it again in the same way.
Myles snorted and shook his head, next thing he knew he might end up riding the back of a real one. That would throw everything into a right cattywampus, he mused with a self-satisfied grin. He lifted the tray and turned around with the intent on heading back to the dispensary before he was cut short and he just about managed to save the tray from slipping over and caught a pint glass as it fell over.
"Hey easy! What's with every son of a gun walking into my personal space?" he drawled in his usual flair of offense, the comment rather ironic as Myles usually never had a problem with others being in his personal space. Was easier to box them one if they turned nasty.
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