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[kropotkin41]

There may be some restlessness amongst the crew of the Esperanza at the thought of what the new day will bring: certainly a rendezvous with an Imperial destroyer, perhaps a clearer idea of why their destination is Quare and what exactly they will be doing there. For some restlessness may be born of other things: concerns for the work that still needs to be done on the ship; memories of better times in other places; desires unfulfilled; insecurities hidden poorly and never absent; the scars of past torment or the doubts that great goals may ever be achieved.

It is two hours before the end of the rest cycle. Morgan's alarm will soon sound, as steward his day starts early.

[currymaniac]

Morgan slowly rose from his bed and stopped the alarm. He had awoken a few moments before hand as usual, but after the meal of the previous night he had found himself sluggish to a degree and hadn't shut off the alarm as he usually would have. Rising from the bed he swiftly showered and dressed before taking his prescription.

He left his quarters twenty five minutes after he had arisen from his bed and made his way to the kitchen, where he would prepare breakfast for the crew for when they eventually arose.

[fury]

Gryff awoke earlier than normal the thoughts of the jump grid repair playing heavy on her mind as well as the fear that haunted her after the foiled attack yesterday. She did a light warm up, a few sit ups, pull ups and stretches before getting ready for work. Over and over in her mind she replayed the events of yesterday, looking for how she performed, what mistakes she made. She sat in the crew room, making notes reflecting on how she could have improved things...

[Feyjarl]

Arrago pushed outt he last of the inverted pressups and then rolled forwards onto his feet again, a few minutes of slow paced shadown boxing saw his muscles starts to streetch out and relax again.

Shaking his arms and legs, he pulled on a t-shirt and started off on his run around the ship, enjoying the burn of his muscles, a little more like a fire this morning though.

Most were asleep still or just about surfacing, running past the kitchen he heard Morgan starting to prep pots and pans for the breakfast. Arrago liked this time of the day cycle, things were just starting to come back to life, mechanically almost, he smiled.

[grenitos]

The Marquis rises early to see what the day has in store.Leaving Margaret asleep he decides to see who is up and if their is a cup of coffee to be had.

[Ghost]

Stettler opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. A slight heaviness in his head reminded him of last night's enjoyable meal, and very enjoyable drink. He wasn't exactly hung over, but he didn't feel like a millin credits either.

He sat up in bed abd put his feet on the floor, sat for a moment, then struggled onto his feet. Pulling out the robe he had aquired recently, he put it on, grabbed a towel, and wandered down to the pool for an early swim; the water would do him good.

[arrowfodder]

Shranael woke up, lifting her head from Orthan's chest. The big dope was still sleeping, or rather recovering from last night. She needed a morning exercise, something to get her mind off of what lay ahead of them. She grabbed up some swim clothes and a towel, a visit to the pool on her mind. "Sleep tight Orthan," she whispered as she closed the door to their quarters.

[kropotkin41]

I suppose I should add that when Shran arrives at the pool Stettler is already there!

Edited by kropotkin41, 07 September 2010 - 10:59 AM.

[arrowfodder]

[OOC: Oh my!]

Shranael padded into the pool area on bare feet, glad to be using the swimming pool for the first time. Orthan was so paranoid about it that she hadn't had a chance to come down to enjoy it yet. She wasn't alone either. Well, well. If it isn't the good doctor. A predatory smile came to her face. It was time to give the doctor a reward for patching her up so well.

[Dehoffren]

Wakefulness tugged at the corners of Orthan’s eyes and reluctantly he gave in as a murmured phrase played in his ears. The dim lighting of the cabin was at least not a shock to the system unlike the jack hammer that was currently rattling in his skull, just how many of those smooth brandies had he drunk last night, damn stuff was so easy to drink. It was seconds late as he stretched his toe to the opposite corner of the bed that he realised with some surprise that the sheets were cold, twisting his head all that was left of Shranael was the indentation of her lovely head on the pillow and the lingering scent of the perfume she had worn. In the fog of being half asleep he remembered she had whispered something to him and then the click of the door, suddenly Orthan was worried. Why had she left, she had never risen before him before he had always been able to have those couple of minutes where he could sit and watch her sleeping. His eyes fell to the ruins of his hands, the skin puckered and twisted, and then on to the chair where he had arranged his clothes, the sharp line that he had pressed in to his socks a reminder of how anal he was. He swung his legs from the bed, he sheet tangling around his ankles causing him to lurch and his back to twinge. What was the saying never get old? There were many reasons why she may have left and he accounted for all of them. He began taking gulps of air into his dry mouth, he always wondered why a girl like her would be interested in him and now as he faced his dishevelled image in the full length mirror his doubts and inadequacies multiplied like bacteria on a Petri dish. Hurried he dressed on the clothes that he had laid out, not caring where the cuffs of his shirt stuck out of the end of his jacket or whether his collar was at the proper angle, he needed to find Shranael and tell her how he felt.

Allowing the door to close behind him he looked up and down the corridor, he had to face it, he had no idea where she was heading all he new was that he had had an epiphany regarding his feeling and needed to tell Shranael about it at once. Slamming his fist in to the comms unit “Please advise me of the whereabouts of Miss Karrapo” he requested from the ship’s sensors.

Edited by Dehoffren, 07 September 2010 - 05:39 PM.

[Ghost]

The water was refreshing, and each stroke invigorated the doctor further, and cleared his head more. Little wonder the Lady Margaret spent so much time down here; it really was something. During one of his back-and-forth laps, he thought he heard someone come in, but a quick - and wet - glance up betwen strokes told him nothing.

[arrowfodder]

Shranael watched the doctor swim to the other side, and then slipped into the pool, making a splash as she jumped in feet first. The shock of the cool water on her skin woke her right up and she shivered a bit. "Oh, I have been missing out on this!"

[Ghost]

The splash told him in no uncertain terms that he was no longer alone. Stettler swam to one side, and looked out over the pool, finally identifying his co-swimmer. He had expected the Lady Margaret, and the sight of Shranael was a little unsettling.

"Ah, good morning Miss Karrapo," he called, his words echoing over the water. "You're up early. How's the leg?"

[arrowfodder]

Shranael swam a bit closer to the doctor, her predatory smile not leaving her face. "The leg is feeling great Doc. Would you care to have a look?" She covered a little more distance between them, her eyes never leaving his.

[grenitos]

Having secured a coffee The Marquis heads for the bridge to see if ayone was there.He was in no rush,the day would be eventful enough later he felt so he strolled along,enjoying the feeling of the ship 'waking up'