02-11-2025, 09:08 PM
The commissioning party had gone on for a few more hours after the speeches and other pomp had been done with. If there was one thing beside doing their duty that the Yeager's crew was capable of it had been proved last night with the partying that had gone on despite the uncomfortableness of the uniforms. Collars were soon unclasped, and belts loosened.
Papaver would have liked to see a side by side of them all before and after the evenings revelries. But only out of morbid fascination.
Fresh new officers straight from the Academy. New enlisted transfers from... Where did they come from? She mused for a moment. There had to be some kind of basic training facilities somewhere? She knew her friend and colleague Maz had risen from the ranks, and in all honesty, she'd never actually asked the older woman about it. Maybe when she comes back from leave?
For Papaver's part, she had left comparatively early. Seeing the Gorn officer had shook her slightly more than she'd care to admit. And so she'd made her excuses and retired for the night. Or rather had gone back to her quarters, changed, and hit the gym for an hour before heading back, smiling and nodding to those who were then heading back to their own beds for the night.
Walking back in, she sat on the bed pulling off her shoes before flopping back fully intending to shower and sleep.
When the alarm went off the following morning, it was the smell that gave it away that she may have been more tired than she thought as she was still wearing her now sweat dried workout gear. And the shower was still waiting for her with open arms. She'd obviously had her priorities organised, just in the wrong order.
Showered, dried, made-up and dressed in a fresh duty uniform, Papaver deposited her soiled sports kit via the means of a pair of chopsticks, into the recycler, and her slightly better fairing, rumpled dress uniform into a bag for housekeeping to deal with. Checking the chronometer, there was still time before shift change. There wasn't much running in the labs besides local astrometrics, and even that was primarily being monitored by the station.
There was a small horticultural 'closet' she'd set up to experiment with growing a few exotic plants and fruits so she figured she'd just pop over to that to see how it was fairing before shift. Maybe get something for breakfast from it.
== Off to the illicit fruit stash ==
Papaver would have liked to see a side by side of them all before and after the evenings revelries. But only out of morbid fascination.
Fresh new officers straight from the Academy. New enlisted transfers from... Where did they come from? She mused for a moment. There had to be some kind of basic training facilities somewhere? She knew her friend and colleague Maz had risen from the ranks, and in all honesty, she'd never actually asked the older woman about it. Maybe when she comes back from leave?
For Papaver's part, she had left comparatively early. Seeing the Gorn officer had shook her slightly more than she'd care to admit. And so she'd made her excuses and retired for the night. Or rather had gone back to her quarters, changed, and hit the gym for an hour before heading back, smiling and nodding to those who were then heading back to their own beds for the night.
Walking back in, she sat on the bed pulling off her shoes before flopping back fully intending to shower and sleep.
When the alarm went off the following morning, it was the smell that gave it away that she may have been more tired than she thought as she was still wearing her now sweat dried workout gear. And the shower was still waiting for her with open arms. She'd obviously had her priorities organised, just in the wrong order.
Showered, dried, made-up and dressed in a fresh duty uniform, Papaver deposited her soiled sports kit via the means of a pair of chopsticks, into the recycler, and her slightly better fairing, rumpled dress uniform into a bag for housekeeping to deal with. Checking the chronometer, there was still time before shift change. There wasn't much running in the labs besides local astrometrics, and even that was primarily being monitored by the station.
There was a small horticultural 'closet' she'd set up to experiment with growing a few exotic plants and fruits so she figured she'd just pop over to that to see how it was fairing before shift. Maybe get something for breakfast from it.
== Off to the illicit fruit stash ==