Room-mates (Claire)

[karen4]

It had been an extremely tiring day. While there'd been no injuries or illnesses to tend with on her first day, as it had been her first day, Lucy had had to spend a large chunk of it filling out forms and doing paper-work, along with reading over the crew's files for any medical-conditions she should be aware of. She was developing a headache from staring at words all day, and was looking forward to curling up for a good night's sleep.

Entering the sleeping quarters, she traipsed over to her room and opened the door. The room was pitch black, and she didn't bother to turn the light on as she stepped inside. She stumbled blindly over to the closet, rooting around for a moment before unearthing some pyjamas and changing into them quickly. Then, with a hefty sigh, she made her way blindly over to where the bed was.

She wasn't entirely sure why they'd set her room up with a bunk-bed. After all, she was just one person. Maybe she'd ask someone about it tomorrow. But at the moment she was too tired to care, and so she reached down to pull the blankets back so she could climb into bed for some long-over-due rest.

Her hand hit someone else's shoulder.

With a stifled shriek of, "Mon Dieu!" Lucy leapt backward and hit the light-switch. When her eyes fell on the bed, she found that it was already occupied by an undeniably beautiful woman with dark hair, who looked no less bewildered than Lucy felt. "Pourquoi êtes-vous ici?" she asked blankly. She then frowned at herself for being rude, and also for speaking French when she wasn't sure if the other woman could understand.

"Er... hi. My name is Lucy Browne, I'm the chief medical officer. Who are you?"

[claire]

Claire had almost been too enthusiastic about joining the crew here. She came in right on time, bright and smiley with her bright British accent, little bit of cockney, little bit of everything else and 100% energy. Claire was absolutely full of it. After finishing all of her paperwork, she made her way down to her room. The call was late, and she decided rather than meet everyone tonight, she would wake up bright and early and find the place with a full night's rest.

She slumped her bag down and changed into some relaxable PJ's With a bright smile, she placed a few things out, arranged and decorated a little. She would welcome making this little nook of a place her home for the time being.

After decently making her bed, Claire rolled in, hugging her bright pink pillow, that smelled of home, close to her chest. She smiled, closing her eyelids softly and listened to the silent hum o the ship as it lulled her to sleep. In the middle of her serene sleep, she was suddenly awoken by a woman, trying to sit down on top of her.

"Goodness!" she muttered , rolling over, pillow close to her chest. Her grey orbs adjusted to the light, and made out the confused figure. A woman, around her age, frazzled from the lack of sleep, high cheek bones, calm face. "Well...hello there." She spoke through the darkness in a rather perky British accent.

[karen4]

Lucy was answered by a bright British accent, and the other woman sat up to look at her. After eying her for a moment, she realized that she recognized her from the files she'd gone through today. If she remembered correctly, the woman was named Claire something-or-other. Her last name had been Russian, judging by the spelling, but Lucy couldn't remember what it had been.

But that was only half of what she wanted to know--the other, and more pressing, question, was why Claire was there. Had Lucy wandered into the wrong room by mistake? But no, she was definitely wearing her own pyjamas, so that couldn't be it. Maybe Claire had done so? Glancing around, Lucy spotted a couple of bags stashed against the wall, so apparently that wasn't it either.

So... maybe they were to share a room? Well, it explained the bunk-bed, at least. But she didn't even know the woman, so how was this going to work? Well then maybe you should get to know her, you idiot! screamed a voice in the back of her head. "So... your name is Claire, right?" she started lamely, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she tried to think of something more inventive to say.

[claire]

This made little to no sense. Wasn't she supposed to have this room to herself? Not that she minded. She was fond of people, especially those who didn't mind her chipper personality. It was almost hard to hate Claire. She always wore a smile, no matter how wretched or tired she felt. She gave far too much of herself and never asked for anything in return. However, some were against her cheerfulness and few actually ventured into being true friend.

She was eager to meet new people, and this woman had presented the opportunity. "That's correct love. Claire Dubrovskiy, but you can call me K.J, Jo, Sky or whatever you'd like." she added, almost a little too enthusiastically. She couldn't help if company made her happy. Claire, patted a seat next to her on the bed for her new roommate to take up. "and You are? I'm quite new here, and don't know many people."

[karen4]

Instead of being grouchy and peeved that Lucy had walked in on her, Claire seemed almost happy about it, like the opportunity to meet someone new, no matter how odd the circumstances, was something to be treasured. Smiling, Lucy came over to seat herself on the bed next to Claire when the dark-haired woman patted the blankets beside her and pulled her knees up under her.

"Sky," she repeated with a laugh, her French accent hugging her words, "I think I like that one best. Let's go with that. Like I said, my name is Lucy Browne. If you'd like, though, you can call me Maddy. I went by my middle-name of Madeleine for a while, so I respond to it just as well as Lucy." Skillfully she cut off her bubbly speech, grinning a little sheepishly before sticking out her hand for Claire to shake a little belatedly.

After a moment, she slid off the bed again and danced lightly over to the closet to pull down a couple of blankets and an extra few pillows, coming back over and tossing them up onto the top-bunk before settling down next to Claire again. "I'll make up my bed later. So, what position do you have on board the ship?"

[claire]

Claire tossed her head back in a laugh. "Works for me." She smiled at her new roommate, glad she wasn't completely offended by her presence. "I like...Lucy. It's sweet." She extended her hand, and shook it firmly. 'Well, it is very nice to make your acquaintance love." she purred though her own British tongue.

She watched as Lucy tossed her things upon her bed, then plopped down again next to her. "Uhh Weapons Specialist. I..I know it seems far fetched, but I'm quite the contradiction. Pink and things that go boom." she chuckled. "How about you?"

[karen4]

Claire's laugh was bright. A little on the loud side, but it was completely happy and benign, and it lingered in her voice when she spoke afterward. "As is it lovely to make yours," Lucy replied warmly, smiling at her. Claire seemed to have a good head on her shoulders--she understood where she fit in the world, and she was happy with it. It was an admirable trait.

Weapons Specialist. Huh. "I'll admit, it's a little surprising," Lucy chuckled, shaking her head. "To be honest, though, I'm not sure if I could see you working anywhere else on the ship." The question of position was turned onto her then, of course, although it was a little redundant. Not that it truly mattered.

"I'm the chief medical officer--not that it matters. Penn and Kiri and the others are indefinitely better than I am. I trained for quite a while, but they'd picked up techniques from their travels. I've never left France before, so a lot of this is new to me. Although it's nice to meet someone on the ship aside from the medical staff, as nice as they are and all."