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Post by flippmoke on Mar 3, 2010 17:55:29 GMT -5
"Jesus Christ," muttered Nigel as he looked at Thorvald with a shock still shocked expression raising his hand to rub his head. A long list of things ran through his mind all at once leaving Nigel speechless for a moment. However, after a moment he managed to regain his composer.
"If it is your custom to wear a dress, feel quite free to do so, but I am a strong believer in clothing item RT8-09," said Nigel as he tried to clear the image of the Thorvald thrusting a jock strap forward out of his mind.
"However, when you are in that... thing, that you pilot you and it can decide what you wear... Just don't scare the mechanics any more I have received enough transfer request from them in the past because of you and that suit, and I am running out of reasons why they can not transfer," said Nigel as he avoided looking at Thorvald.
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Post by dj1678 on Mar 3, 2010 18:12:58 GMT -5
Arieta burst back through the tent flaps carrying a stack of papers, a look of indignation on her face. She'd found the papers in Aurem's tent, mostly complete. Apparently he'd been error checking them to make sure he handed an accurate report to Lieutenant Ferdinand. Arieta had hurriedly double checked them before deciding to shove them in Lieutenant Ferdinand's face. She hadn't yet found Aurem, who was now looking for her.
"I have those stupid--" Arieta began before actually taking notice of the scene she'd barged in on.
A man, Thorvald Siggurdson she recalled, who was apparently part of this crew, was holding out a jockstrap toward Lieutenant Ferdinand, both looking somewhat awkward. Arieta blushed heavily and turned her face away before continuing, somewhat awkwardly herself now.
"Erm... I have... Uh... those papers... that... that you asked for earlier..." She stammered, before suddenly realizing that it might appear that she was doing Aurem's work for him.
"But it was Aurem who did the work! He was just double checking it for accuracy, I think..." She added.
"Is this a bad time?" She asked, still blushing heavily.
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Post by thomas on Mar 3, 2010 19:59:18 GMT -5
"It's nae problem, lass. We're all comrades, yeah, aren't we?" Thorvald said, spreading out his arms, the jock strap dangling in one hand, as if he meant to hug both of them.
Fortunately, he did not. His gesture was merely meant to indicate some sort of universal brotherhood and he dropped his arms shortly.
"I was jes' discussing a wee little thing with the Lieutenant, here," Thorvald continued. "Y'see, lass, my wee does nae fit into this little thing..." And here he held up the jock strap again.
Into the silence that followed, Thorvald give a long sigh. Looking back at Nigel, he said: "That was inappropriate, wasn't it? That's that sexual harassment thing that the lady mechanics always yell at me about?"
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Post by flippmoke on Mar 4, 2010 10:57:04 GMT -5
"God, I wish a medea had a brig," said Nigel at Thorvald in response, "I would name it after you."
Nigel then turned to take the papers from Arieta with a please don't report this sort of expression on his face.
"Thank you Arieta, I .." said Nigel before he was suddenly interrupted. It was then that a stench suddenly hit Nigel like a wave, it was an odor so thick that Nigel felt he could almost eat it.
"What the hell is that smell?" said Nigel as his stomach began to turn.
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Post by thomas on Mar 4, 2010 17:59:33 GMT -5
Steps came down the hall. Terry Jung, the GM pilot in Thorvald's MS team, entered carrying a large brown paper bag, with a look of absolute disgust on his face. He was constantly in a state of general confusion as to Siggurdson's attitude: what he didn't realize was that the more information Thorvald learned about him, the more he became convinced that he was the ghost of poor Perry Wong, dead several weeks now at New Amsterdam. Both were of Chinese descent (this was not actually true--Terry was Korean but Thorvald did not really believe in Korea; moreover, his last name rhymed with Wong), both played stringed musical instruments (guitar and banjo respectively, Terry being in a traditional Irish band), both were from commonwealth countries like himself, and so spelled labor "labour" and vigor "vigour," and both were, as far as Thorvald could tell, gay (Terry was actually not gay, but his haircut, slight build, and preference for Britpop lead Thorvald to this conclusion). Thorvald's reaction to Perry's apparent doppelganger--more a Kafkaesque accident of history and Federation bureaucracy than a cosmic reckoning--was to ignore his existence as much as possible.
"Siggurdson, er, Lieutenant--" Terry made a halfhearted attempt at saluting, though he held the bag with both hands. "Your...fish...has arrived."
"Thanks, lad," Thorvald grunted, grabbing the bag from him and turning his back on his underling. "Mates, why don't we put this all behind us with a pint at the canteen and some fresh Nova Scotia herring? I had 'em imported directly by way of a cousin o' mine up North. Fisherman, he is--got me a lovely steal on 'em."
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Post by flippmoke on Mar 8, 2010 17:18:08 GMT -5
Nigel couldn't help but shake his head at Thorvald, who probably should have been court martialed several times over by this time.
"I am worried that the smell didn't come from the fish," said Nigel as he looked at Arieta with his stomach still heaving some.
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Post by dj1678 on Mar 9, 2010 22:07:19 GMT -5
"What sme-- OH!"
Arieta gagged as the smell of the fish finally wafted its way over to her. Hurriedly she finished pushing the papers into Lieutenant Ferdinand's hands. With a hasty salute that was quickly converted to nose plugging, Arieta made a hasty retreat.
"ExcusemesirI'vegottogofindAurem." She said in one big blurb.
Arieta pushed her way quickly out of the tent and a sudden collision followed by a pair of 'OW!'s indicated it hadn't taken her long to find Aurem.
"What's going on?" Aurem asked as he picked himself up.
Arieta quickly recovered her feet. Aurem looked like he was heading for the entrance of the tent.
"Don't go in there!" She exclaimed. "I'll explain later, just come this way. Oh God, the smell!"
She grabbed Aurem by the hand and quickly ran off with him to somewhere very far from the fish, a very confused looking Aurem following behind. When she later explained for him, Aurem discovered that fish was one of Arieta's least favorite smells.
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