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Post by kiri on Jul 14, 2010 13:17:53 GMT -5
Kiri was lost. It wasn't too surprising - she hoped - considering the sheer number and complexity of the Venia's winding corridors, constructed to take maximum advantage of the necessarily limited space on the ship. She'd just finished a shift in the med bay, supposedly monitoring the life-support systems for malfunctions, but actually spending most of the time talking with Penn. And... not talking. By the time she regretfully left, the path she'd taken from her sleeping quarters to the med bay had long flown from her mind. Of course, rather than going back and asking Penn for help, she'd just shrugged and set off down what felt like the right hallway.
Twenty minutes later, she knew it was no good. She could have sworn her room number was 213... or was it 231? Or maybe even 132? The corridor she was in looked familiar, but that was probably just due to the fact that every single corridor on this ship looked exactly the same. But the familiarity was comforting, and she slowly let herself believe that she was in the right place. The numbers on the doors she passed were counting up, from 310 to 311 to 312. She stopped in front of 312, considering. Maybe... maybe she had the order of the numbers wrong, maybe this was her bunk.
Well, didn't hurt to try. So Kiri reached forward and tried the handle - unlocked, which was reassuring, as she never locked her door - and pushed it open slowly.
Whether it was the time spent with Penn that had scrambled her thoughts, or the stress of getting lost, or just plain stupidity, but her mind insisted on carrying forward the mistaken notion that this was HER room. So when she saw the figure sprawled in disarray across her bed, her mouth opened before rational thought could catch up. "What are you doing in my bunk?!"
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 14, 2010 15:26:42 GMT -5
Another night with Luke on the flightdeck and Ally was ready to fall into a blissful sleep . Another science officer had offered to take her morning shift, eager to meddle with a few compounds. Ally didn't fight and quite looked forward to the few extra hours.
With a contented sigh and a smile on her face, she shed her clothes and flopped into her welcoming bunk. She had settled into the welcome arms of REM, when suddenly her blissful bubble was rudely popped.
Ally gave an incoherent mutter through her thick Australian accent, and tried to focus her eyes on the unexpected visitor. She was still to thick in sleep to properly react and simply buried her face into the plush pillow. Just a bad dream...just a bad...dream.
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Post by kiri on Jul 14, 2010 15:59:14 GMT -5
Apparently rational thought had decided to take a momentary vacation from Kiri's head, because her brain still insisted this was her bunk, despite evidence to the contrary. So despite what should have been her better judgment, she strode angrily up to the bed and yanked the covers off the sleeping person, a woman she recognized as one of the science officers, although she couldn't place her name.
"Seriously, not cool! Why are you in my room, in MY bunk?" Now anger had joined the confusion and frustration. Genuine, fiery anger, that someone would dare trespass in HER space, and have enough gall to just fall asleep there.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 14, 2010 21:14:24 GMT -5
This woman had no idea who she was dealing with. Clad only in low cut boy shorts and an athletic bra, Alliana rose up like an angry dragon. Who the hell was this woman? She ripped the sheet back, anger now welling in her intense eyes. Playtime was over.
"Who the sodding bloody hell are you? What do you want dammit? Huh? Did I piss you off in a former life or something because I'm pretty damn sure this is my room. It has been since day one. You are lost, too lost to admit it."
Ally took another deep breath, and locked her jaw in a furious manner. Her brow furrowed on her soft face and she breathed heavy through her nostrils. She needed to keep cool, and stay away from this sort of activity but any minute second now, she would snap and snap the woman in front of her.
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Post by kiri on Jul 16, 2010 0:07:04 GMT -5
Kiri stopped dead, the blanket still dangling from her hand. A blanket which she was quickly realizing was not hers. The bed was on the wrong side of the room, the table looked different, and the room itself was significantly bigger than she remembered hers being. A sick, sinking feeling built in her stomach, and she knew her face must be flushed bright red by now, judging from the heat she could feel in her cheeks.
"Oh. Oh hell. Oh..." Kiri let off a string of rather colorful curses, not all of them in English. Being semi-fluent in Latin did have its perks - few though they might be. "I'm sorry, oh damn, I'm sorry." She backed up a few steps, still holding the comforter in hands gone numb from embarrassment.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 16, 2010 0:28:46 GMT -5
Ally shifted off her bed, taking the other blanket from Kiri's hand fiercely. She wouldn't let up her glare. Staring with those eyes long enough usually made just about anybody incredibly uncomfortable. It seemed to be working. "Oh hell you will be sorry if you don't turn those legs of yours OUT of my room. MY room. " she repeated with her accent, thickened by her anger. She sure as hell would make her pay. Interrupting her precious sleep, yelling like a mad fool. She definitely deserved to be yelled at herself, that and some intense eyes into her soul.
"Now if you're about done with that stupid look on your face, you can leave." Normally she would have thought twice about the intensity of her anger, possibly even her words, but rational thinking was all but gone right now. She would have preferred a much calmer wake up call, and now the chance of going back to sleep was rather slim.
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Post by kiri on Jul 18, 2010 18:32:55 GMT -5
Kiri was in a full-on panic now, too horrified and scared to do more than squeak and take another step back. The woman had the single most terrifying look Kiri had ever seen in her eyes - a look that said she was lucky there weren't hands at her throat or a gun to her head yet. A look that said, if she valued her life at all, she would be wise to leave. Now. And while there was a part of her - a small, apparently suicidal part - that did NOT appreciate being talked to that way, the larger part was - fortunately - much too scared to listen.
"Right. Yes. Leaving. Sorry, again. Here... your blanket..." She made to hold the blanket out. At the same time, she tried to step backward so as to be slightly farther away from Alliana's intimidating presence. The two motions clashed horribly, however, as the blanket swirled around her feet and turned her careful step into a graceless tumble backwards into the table, knocking the chair over and banging her head hard in the process.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 18, 2010 19:00:56 GMT -5
From Alliana's perspective, it was far from graceful. It was clumsy and annoying. The chair racked against the table and knocked over a few things, including a small pot in which Ally was nurturing a small plant. Not anymore. She was silent now, looking at the mess, or person rather as one on her floor. The blanket, haplessly strewn now, her precious plant carcassed on the floor.
"Get OUT!"" she yelled, to the point of closing her eyes and scrunching up her small nose. "Just get the bloody hell out of my room! There was no apology, no second chances. she had done plenty of damage and the best she could manage now, was getting out of her presence.
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