PHD #254: Deck Gimps
Deck Gimps
Summary: Damon and Shiner cross paths in Sickbay and get a visit from Sofia.
Date: 07 Nov 2041 AE
Related Logs: The Garden of Ares (Source of Damon's injury)
Damon Shiner Sofia 
Sickbay - Deck 10 - Battlestar Cerberus
Post-Holocaust Day: #254
Being able to accommodate combat casualties requires room, and the Sickbay has it. Beds line each side of the room with privacy curtains strung up and readily available. Large vaulted lockers hold access to the supplies at the far end of the area. Nearer the front, a Petty Officer sits ready to dispense simple items like ibuprofen and aspirin. Further to the rear is an area prepped twenty-four hours a day for emergency surgery. To the side are a set of double doors that lead to the Recovery Ward where patients can recuperate.
Condition Level: 3 - All Clear

Shiner is just exiting a curtained area, barechested with his shirt over his shoulder, and supported heavily by his cane. Every step is a small victory, but he's down to a stick instead of crutches and he's generally mostly upright. Result.

Broken Apprentice, meet busted Petty Officer. Damon's just coming out of a curtained area, where it looks like his right hand's been splinted up. His wrist is immobilized as is everything from the middle finger on. "Looking good, Shiner," he calls out to the deckie as he signs himself out. "Keep recovering like that and you won't need to be my paperwork bitch for much longer."

"Doc's been sticking frakking /needles/ in me!" Shiner replies indignantly, rolling his eyes. He leans up against the wall for a moment as he tugs his shirt on awkwardly over his head, nodding to Damon's hand when his head emerges from the headhole. "Who'd you punch, Chief?"

"Bannik tried to bail on inspection," Damon says with a straight face, "so I had to knock him out. He's in the brig now." Singing himself out is turning out to be quite the conundrum since his writing hand is busted up. His signature ends up a messy scrawl that annexes the rows above and below it. "Or I injured myself during the latest and greatest supply raid down on Aerilon. Your pick."

Shiner considers. "Well… my money'd be on Bannik if it was anyone else, but that man's got an unhealthy affection for inspection." He winces a little in sympathy, nodding to the finger. "Drop something, then? Was it worth it? What did we get?"

Damon gives Shiner a crooked grin. "I feel like an asshole joking about Bannik when he's probably having the most miserable time of his life. I had to give him serious punishment - if he'd gone to court martial, he would've been screwed." His grin turns into a guilty look. "Still. Every good soldier serves time at least once before his career's over. You'll get your turn too, Shiner. And when you do, it'll feel like the end of the world, but you look back and laugh on it once it's over."

Damon adds, "We got some medical supplies and hydroponics stuff for the civilian freighter. Totally worth it."

"Frak, I thought I was done for the other day," Shiner admits with a wry grin. "I had this bet on with one of the pilots, and… eh… the Captain really didn't think it was funny. I thought she was going to tear me in half right where I was standing."

Damon is about to head out, but that little tidbit stops him in his tracks. He turns around slowly. "Captain?" he echoes, raising a brow. "You…" He shakes his head with a sigh, leaning against the front counter. "All right, Shiner, what happened." Even though he's talking in his I-Have-To-Be-Responsible-For-Your-Actions voice, he sounds interested in hearing what sounds like an amusing story.

Shiner shrugs innocently. "Hey, I just… might have mentioned that she had a fine ass is all. Woman can't take a joke, huh?"

"She?" Damon presses. "Captain, female, and you had a bet with the others. I'm guessing it was the new by-the-books Squadron Leader of the Knights, then." He tries his hardest to put on a disapproving look, but the grin breaks through in mere seconds. "Shiner, you magnificent shit-magnet, don't leave me hanging with just that. Tell me the whole frakking story, beginning to end."

Shiner laughs, wrinkling his nose briefly as he rubs at the back of his neck. "Well, like I said, I was talking to one of the pilots about, like, what the nuggets do and all that shit, and then he says that they all get taught by Captain Vakos, right?" He shrugs. "Yeah, so I said I could probably sweet talk her, and he says no way, and I say way, and we end up putting money on who can get the wink from her first, right? I figured it was easy money. Older women totally think I'm cute." He pulls a face, shaking his head. "Maybe not this one, though. Man, I thought she was going to explode."

"Just tell me I'm not going to see an incident report on my desk," Damon says with a chuckle. He's leaning up against the front counter, talking to Shiner, who's walking with a cane now instead of crutches. His right wrist is immobilized and the middle, ring, and pinky finger are splinted. "On the other hand, I could make you deal with your own incident report, since you're helping me handle paperwork. That'd be a hell of a morale-crusher."

Poor Damon. Word got out around Deck. And Sofia seems to be just as much Deckie as Snipe it seems. She wanders in, with a couple of lollipops in hand. One is stuck in her mouth, stick out. She hums as she wanders, then talks to the PO on duty. A polite smile and she heads over to the dynamic Deckie Duo. "Hey!" She chirps, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth. "… my um, favorite gimps." Beam.

"Incident report's dealt with, Chief," Shiner assures him solemnly. In the round file. And then there's a Sofia. "Sof! My favourite non-gimp!" He gives her a broad smile, noting, "You just missed seeing me with my kit off. Your timing's slipping, I think. You get yourself injured planetside, too?"

Damon eyes Shiner suspiciously. Is he joking about there having been an incident report? The question doesn't get much thought, though, as Sofia comes in just then. "Ain't no gimp," he mutters, though he smiles at the sight of her. "Just busted up my hand some, is all. I'm still functional." Pause. "…Mostly."

"Yeah, the whole burning roofbeam and tar thing," Sofia points out. "I'll forever miss that bra and shirt. Also, burns suck." A sigh and she folds her arms. Then something hits her. She looks horrified briefly. She shakes it off. "Oh? I'm sorry I did. It's good to see you getting better," She replies. Then a look to Damon. "I know," She smiles at Damon. "I heard. I didn't have any jelly beans for the moment, but there were a couple of lollipops. You can have one if you want." Nod.

Damon chuckles and ruffles Sofia's hair. "Start talking about being bra-less and shirtless around Shiner and you're just setting yourself up for a world of hurt," he says with a wink. "And I can't believe word has spread already. I hope none of the Marines told the story of how I got injured, 'cause it's kinda embarrassing." He shrugs helplessly; it is what it is, nothing he can do about it. "Thanks but no thanks on the lollipops. Although you can have a ring-pop if you want. Came with the stash from the Triad game yesterday, and I just don't see myself eating that."

A grin at the ruffle. Sofia closes an eye. "Oh, I dunno, it's kinda funny to watch," She admits. "And huh? No, not very far. You forget I'm a Deck Faerie half the time," She teases. "I don't know how it happened- while I'm curious, I won't make you tell," She offers politely. "And ah? Really?" Her eyebrows lift. "What flavor? That's really nice of you. And yeah, poor Shiner… he needs a girlfriend I guess."

"Well, I'll tell you. Just not… in public." Damon casts a glance around to the sickbay and makes a face. "While I'm not Mr. Tough Guy, I'd rather not people hear all my embarrassing stories." Shiner gets called back by a nurse, who directs him back into a curtained area for something. "I'm not sure what flavor it is. It's green, I think? Here, why don't you come with me? I gotta stop by my bunk and get changed before I go down to the Deck to get ridiculed by everyone."

"Okay," Sofia smiles. "I understand. I don't normally tell people some of my more embarrassing moments. Why does everything destroy or take my clothes? I don't get it." The universe has it in for her pants. Alas. She watches Shiner go and looks back to Damon. A smile and a nod. "Sure. That'd be good. Well, to go with. The second thing not so much."

"Oh, come on," Damon says, laughing as he leads the way out of sickbay. "Public ridicule is how we learn and grow. At least, I'm pretty sure that's the official Navy doctrine. It was while I was teaching at A-School, anyway." He gives Sofia a weird look, probably because of the whole clothes-being-destroyed question. "I think I hang out with you at all the wrong times," he chuckles. "Come on, Sofie. You get dibs on the ringpop, and I might throw in some temporary tattoos as well, but hands off the chocolate-covered cherries. I'm saving those for Rose." Off they go!

Sofia laughs softly. "Hey, it's not my fault some pilots apparently had a thing for yanking down pants. Out of shame, I put my laundry bag on my head and danced off," She shrugs. Sofia IS odd. She follows and smiles at him. "Thanks. That'd be cool. And awwwww. That's so sweet." She seems pleased. "Damon has a giiiiiirlfriend," She singsongs. "But even if not, it's still nice that you two are friends. She seems kind." Beam.

Damon blinks in bewilderment at that mental image. Sidelong glance to Sofia. "I'm not even gonna ask if that actually happened, because I'm afraid the answer might be 'yes'," he says with a laugh. "And, uh, she's… kinda… is." She's kinda is? He's turning a little red. "We're… together? Man, I never know how to phrase that. It feels weird to say that we're dating, because we're not really dating, but calling her my girlfriend just sounds so, I dunno, teenager-y." He shrugs and pulls a face. "She's my woman, how's that?"

"Yes. Yes it did. Raedawn is kind, but … I think I was more spazzy then. I hadn't died a little," Before Warday. She smiles sadly. "That's okay." Sofia shakes it off. Then a giggle. "You care for each other. I get what you mean," Sofia nods. "That's incredibly sweet. Although I dunno if that's an even thing. Hmmm. Maybe Phase 1 lovers?" She taps her chin. "No. I'll work it out later," She holds up her hands. "But I'm really happy for you two," She really is. "I hope I get to hang out in the berthings again soon," There's a bit of sadness. But for now, Sofia will happily follow Damon along, happy for him and Rose. Really.

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