| PHD #409: New Sheets |
| Summary: | Khloe offers a peace offering to Madilyn for utterly destroying her bunk with sick. |
| Date: | 11 Apr 2042 AE |
| Related Logs: | Falling Ill |
| Players: |
  |
| Deck 6 - Marine Country - Battlestar Cerberus |
|---|
| The floor plating along the corridors of the Cerberus is standard military. Their forged steel plates are welded seamlessly together to run nearly the entire length of each hallway. The hallways themselves are the typical load-bearing structural design of the angled quadrilateral. Oxygen scrubbers and lighting recesses are found at nearly perfect intervals throughout the passageways. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #809 |
It's not uncommon to see officers coming and going in Marine country with armloads of laundry or handling their usual off-duty business. But what's rare is an AiryFairy standing around in her uniform blues with a large wrapped bundle. Every so often, the scowling Khloe Vakos starts towards SecHub, but thinks better of it, and returns to her perch out of the way leaning against the hallway bulkhead. She's clearly waiting for someone, or perhaps trying to get the nerve to talk to someone.
It's not particularly hard to find folks on this deck, when the centers of activity can be counted on one hand: offices; SecHub; Brig. Given the events of recent days, just about all of them are bustling with activity. The trip from the SecHub down to the offices and back has been made so many times by Madilyn in the last few days that before long, a trail might get worn into the deck plating. Speaking of, it's about that time when the seething Madilyn pushes open the hatch the SecHub and bustles out into the hall, unfiorm and hair all askew from putting in face time in both places.
That's it. There's no fleeing now. It's go time. "Er, Major Cavanaugh?" Calls out Khloe, stepping away from the bulkhead a bit so that she can be seen in full lighting. "Do you have a moment, sir?" She asks, folding her hands behind her and standing at a loose parade rest.
First, Madilyn stops. Then she sighs. Then she actually checks her watch. "Given that the crisis with Areion has been averted," for the moment, she thinks, but doesn't add, "yes, I can find a moment." The parade rest isn't necessary, and Madilyn indicates as such by motioning in a circle with a pointed finger on her right hand, the sign to move along. "Walk and talk Captain. Walk and talk."
Khloe snaps to, hauling up her bundle and tucking it under her left arm, against her hip. "Sir, I wanted to apologize for absolutely ruining your bunk. I'm sure you've heard that some of those who got sick with that awful flu were hallucinating." A beat. "I… don't know what came over me, but suffice it to say, sir, there's no excuse for my actions. I'd like to make amends, if you'll let me."
"Thankfully, the support staff were quick to…sanitize the bunks. The only thing that could make this situation worse is if I was infected with that illness. Being sequestered in your office has the positive effect of keeping infections to a minimum." Madilyn walks with a slightly slower pace than the last few days, taking her time, for once. "As for the incident, it's impossible to know when and where you're going to be so, ah, violently ill. I've seen it happen in schools, cars, even at the dining table, such as it is."
"Yes, sir. I have a tendency to push myself to the breaking point, and this time I pushed too far. I should've responded to the symptoms I was showing before I got to that step. It's wholly my fault, sir." Khloe is not one to grovel or beg, and as she's made her point verbally, she shifts her bundle so that she's carrying it in front of her. "Sir, I'm to understand that Marine officer bunks are standard sized, and the bedding matches what we have in the air wing. So I'd like to give you this." She tugs some of the wrapping free, showing that it's a pristine, probably unused set of sheets, blankets, pillowcases. And a small stack of alcohol vouchers. "I've had the sheets squirreled away for a while, now. The vouchers, I tend to give away, as I don't drink, but I've managed to accumulate some. They're yours, sir. All of this. For the trouble."
Neither the sheets nor the vouchers are much of an issue to Madilyn, as the replacement set of sheets has already been deployed, and the vouchers she's accumulated are barely touched. The marine does, however, stop, and take the package. "I appreciate the gesture Captain, but I can't fault you for pushing yourself too hard, either. It's part of the job now. You might as well take the vouchers, though, and distribute them among your pilots. I've got a collection of the things that I've barely touched. I intend to hand them out as performance warrants within my own department."
Khloe considers Madilyn a moment, and finally lifts her chin slightly as she straightens up a bit, and accepts the vouchers back from the pile. "Thank you, sir. That's all I wanted to say." And the Captain takes a step back, hands folding behind her back again, albeit this time with a fist full of alcohol vouchers.
"Not to be short Captain, but thank you. It's very considerate of you, even with the bunks having been sanitized. Dismissed," Madilyn says gently, pile of sheets in hand, standing outside the doors to the marine offices. "Hand out those vouchers and reward your pilots for their hard work during those unending Raider attacks."
"Sir," she responds, and Khloe is quick to turn at a sharp angle and head down the hallway, dismissed. Some say that she was miscast as an AiryFairy, and should've been a Marine. She certainly takes to orders like one.