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[Dehoffren]

Orthan nodded curtly at the man’s acknowledgement “My pleasure” he let out the deep breath he had inadvertently been holding “Well duty calls thank you Mr Jones” Orthan filled his mug, that he had disinfected to within an inch of taking the glaze off and headed towards the bridge. He resigned himself to talking to Shranael properly later, after all his shift was due to start and he hated to be late. As he approached the bridge he ran through scenarios as to how and what he was going to say to Shranael. He wasn’t going to propose marriage of anything like that, but he had acknowledged to himself that life was far better with her around, somewhat scary but diffinately better. The door slid effortlessly open revealing the Marquis and Gryff on the bridge, his heart fell as he noted the navigators absence “Marquis, Gryff, good morning” he walked over to his station and began viewing the log to ensure that nothing untoward had happened whilst he was off duty. “I’ll just up-date myself and I’ll be ready” he informed them. As he performed his duties his eyes kept flicking to the door willing them to open and reveal Shranael.

Edited by Dehoffren, 09 September 2010 - 04:31 PM.

[arrowfodder]

Shranael smiled, looked into the doctor's eyes and kissed him. It was a long and passionate kiss, one that she had given Orthan many times before. After a full minute she broke the kiss, a mischevious look on her face. "I think I'm going to need a full physical in the Medbay. You might want to check everything."

[grenitos]

"Good morning Orthan,i trust you slept well?"

Turning back to Gryff he adds"Well we shall see what we can do with himeh?Might i suggest trying to get Renno to eat with everyone else for a start and maybe a qioet word with everyone else to make sure they at least pass the time of day with him."

[fury]

[color=#6666CC;]"I am attempting to get him to attend meals in the staff mess, as well as coffee breaks. "[/color] She nods, [color=#6666CC;]"Thank you for listening sir."[/color] She frowns as she watches Orthan, [color=#6666CC;]"Are you Ok Orthan you look a bit edgy?"[/color]

[Ghost]

Stettler's head was reeling by the end of the kiss, his confusion being hounded and chased away by desire; the image brought forth by Shranael's words made him tngle slightly. Because they could do it; in the medbay they'd have privacy, and they'd have an excuse to be together - their alibi.

You are already thinking like a criminal; you KNOW you shouldn't do this...

But she wanted him, that much was clear... or was it? Was she maybe just yanking his chain?

Not after a kiss like that; the line had been crossed with that kiss. But still, there was a voice in him that objected to this, to behaving like this. He stepped backwards, away from her, in the water.

"Listen-listen-listen," he said hurriedly, almost at a whisper; "Listen to me - I can't believe I'm saying this: we, we can't. I can't. It'd kill him; he'd find out - this ship is so small, and it'd kill him. If that is what this is, if you're looking to walk away from him for whatever reason, there must be hundreds of better ways. None of them as-" he had to stop, to shake his had at all he visualized that he was relinquishing with this, before he continued, shaking his head slightly: "None of them as pleasant as this, I'm sure, but... I'm not a schoolboy anymore, exactly; there would be consequences, and I have to take that seriously. How I wish I didn't have to, but I do..."

[arrowfodder]

Shranael looked confused for a moment, not really understanding the doctor's change of heart. "But...when you touched my leg in the Medbay I thought.....isn't this what you wanted?" She suddenly swam past the man, heading towards the other end of the pool. "I have to go!"

[Ghost]

Stettler remained motionless in the pool, Shranael's reaction taking him by surprise. He had expected that she be angry, disappointed, that she'd call him a coward.. Not the confused innocense she had displayed. He watched her swim away, watched her get out of the pool with a mixture of relief and despair, wanting to call out or her to stop, but not knowning how to follow that up, except grab her and kiss her - and he knew he couldn't do that. He made and angry swipe through the water with his hand, sending poolwater every which way, then ducked under and swam to the far end of the pool where he got out, angry with himself for what he had done, what he had let happen... and what he hadn't.

He sat down on one of the recliners and dried off, then simply sat there, staring at the slowly settling pool, feeling the ghost of her lips against his own.

Edited by Ghost, 10 September 2010 - 03:07 PM.

[arrowfodder]

Shranael stormed back down the hallways, water dripping from her body as she tried to keep from shaking. "Stupid....Stupid stupid STUPID!" She repeated that mantra all the way back to her quarters. Once she got there she dried off in the shower room and changed back into regular clothes. She was late, and she needed to get back to the bridge...and Orthan. She felt so ashamed and angry. She had totally read the doctor wrong. She didn't want to hurt Orthan, but she thought the doctor had been interested in her, and she had wanted to thank him for taking such good care of her wounds. What was wrong with her? The old Shranael was still there, still willing to bed anything that paid attention to her. She wished that Shranal would finally die.

[currymaniac]

Finished tinkering with the first meal of the day, Morgan put the dishes into the insulationg containers. He wasn't planning anything as extravagent as the previous night, but he did feel that something as simple as cereal would detract from the grandeur of the meal last night. He made his way to the bridge, avoiding using the sip's internal communications for fear of waking anyone up who had yet to rise for themselves. On the bridge, he thankfully found some of the cre, and of course the Marquis.

"My lord," he said nodding to the Marquis, and then to Gryff and Orthan, though he didn't verbally address either of them. "I have prepared a small meal for this morning, nothing particularly grand, but as we are to set off and continue on our journey today and after the meal of last night I felt that it was fitting that he have something less customary and more formal, though I have ensured that it is nothing that is overly pretentious for the first meal of the day."

[grenitos]

'Thank you Morgan that is an excellent idea,hopefully everyone else will be along shortly"

[kropotkin41]

OOC

Just call me when you need me!

Renno is up bright and early in engineering; cheerful it seems, but quiet as usual.

Osman Jones finally gets his cup of Keng coffee and sits and savours it in the crew lounge.

Lady Margaret appears for breakfast and lays out the day's agenda. Departure from Frenzie7; rendezvous with The Poignard; a decision on the parts which have been ordered needs to be made with regard to whether Esperanza is heading in-system or is having them delivered, and then either repairs or the journey to the jump point and onwards to Quare.

'That should keep us busy' the noblewoman says, 'I should also mention at this stage that we need to know who will get up to the turrets in the event that we need gunners; two duty gunners will be the minimum; to have replacements would be ideal. I am sorry to bring this up at breakfast, but, after all, we are going over the Imperial Frontier very soon.'

[Ghost]

Stettler finally got up, and headed off for the shower. Once that was done, he repaired to his quarters, got changed - once again into a fresh change of clothes, and very appreciative of that fact - then went to the medbay, fully intent to stay there and concentrate on work. He had been foolish, and worse; unprofessional. If it didn't come back to bite him in the ass, he'd be very pleasantly surprised. But he was certainly not going to run around the ship courting more trouble.

Edited by Ghost, 11 September 2010 - 12:29 PM.

[arrowfodder]

Shranael finally made her way onto the bridge, forcing herself to calm down as she went through the doors. "Sorry for being late. Ready to report to my station Sir."

[Feyjarl]

Arrago made his way to the bridge, running his fingers roughly through his hair as the did so, then sipping from a water bottle. He walked to his station and checked the logs.

[kropotkin41]

Lady Margaret smiles before asking 'No takers for gunnery then? Don't we have anyone with turret hours Rupert?'

Arrago checks the security logs. The only event recorded by the ship's surveillance system took place some hours ago out on the edge of Field 3: the arrival and fairly rapid departure of an ATV; it seems to have come down on the track which snakes down the valley wall and gone back the same way.

Edited by kropotkin41, 11 September 2010 - 05:12 PM.