The inspection detail, with Bart as guest, breezes through the starport and ship yards with absolutely no trouble from gate guards. Bart has walked these inspections more times than he can remember and this one is no different than any other he's been on...other than he's not leading it, just coming along for the ride, so to speak. The party marches down the corridors inside the Blisten ship yards, coming to a crossroads. Bart's new ship is to the right, the inspection party is continuing down the corridor. Bidding them good bye, Bart hoists his duffel bag on his shoulder and takes the right turn. A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two deck ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as big as a dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing up their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so is a smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has Crew Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay painted above it. While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down the corridor from behind him and stops. The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply delivery for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get somebody named Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" Eris Akus Moby
On Monday 12 March 2007 13:43, Eris Reddoch wrote: > The inspection detail, with Bart as guest, breezes through the starport > and ship yards with absolutely no trouble from gate guards. Bart has > walked these inspections more times than he can remember and this one is > no different than any other he's been on...other than he's not leading > it, just coming along for the ride, so to speak. > > The party marches down the corridors inside the Blisten ship yards, > coming to a crossroads. Bart's new ship is to the right, the inspection > party is continuing down the corridor. Bidding them good bye, Bart > hoists his duffel bag on his shoulder and takes the right turn. > > A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two deck > ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as big as a > dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing up > their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so is a > smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has Crew > Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay > painted above it. > > While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down the > corridor from behind him and stops. > > The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply delivery > for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get somebody named > Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" Bart turns and replies, "This is it and she's s'posed to be." "I'll check inside for ya," he adds as he heads up the gangway his medals tinkling announcing his arrival to the empty hatch. Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, "Purser, Up" he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." Earl
On Monday 12 March 2007 14:53, Earl F Hampton III wrote: > On Monday 12 March 2007 13:43, Eris Reddoch wrote: > > The inspection detail, with Bart as guest, breezes through the starport > > and ship yards with absolutely no trouble from gate guards. Bart has > > walked these inspections more times than he can remember and this one is > > no different than any other he's been on...other than he's not leading > > it, just coming along for the ride, so to speak. > > > > The party marches down the corridors inside the Blisten ship yards, > > coming to a crossroads. Bart's new ship is to the right, the inspection > > party is continuing down the corridor. Bidding them good bye, Bart > > hoists his duffel bag on his shoulder and takes the right turn. > > > > A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two deck > > ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as big as a > > dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing up > > their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so is a > > smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has Crew > > Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay > > painted above it. > > > > While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down the > > corridor from behind him and stops. > > > > The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply delivery > > for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get somebody named > > Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" > > Bart turns and replies, "This is it and she's s'posed to be." "I'll check > inside for ya," he adds as he heads up the gangway his medals tinkling > announcing his arrival to the empty hatch. > > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, "Purser, > Up" he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." > Bart begins to walk down the passage but them stops and thinks better of it. Returning to the comms, "Officer of the Day, Permission to board?" he growls into mic. He then begins to wonder if there is an officer of the day on civilian vessels and how long he should wait for one if there isn't. And for that matter he doesn't see where one would sit, and so mumbles to himself "Would they be at the cargo hatch? I didn't see a passenger entrance. I'm sure they got different rules. Well shit, I ain't standing here all day." Bewildered Bart Earl
> > > A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two > deck > > > ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as > big as a > > > dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing > up > > > their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so > is a > > > smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has > Crew > > > Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay > > > painted above it. > > > > > > While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down > the > > > corridor from behind him and stops. > > > > > > The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply delivery > > > for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get somebody named > > > Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" > > > > Bart turns and replies, "This is it and she's s'posed to be." "I'll > check > > inside for ya," he adds as he heads up the gangway his medals tinkling > > announcing his arrival to the empty hatch. > > > > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, "Purser, > > Up" he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." > > > Bart begins to walk down the passage but them stops and thinks better > of it. > Returning to the comms, "Officer of the Day, Permission to board?" he > growls > into mic. He then begins to wonder if there is an officer of the day > on > civilian vessels and how long he should wait for one if there isn't. > And for > that matter he doesn't see where one would sit, and so mumbles to > himself "Would they be at the cargo hatch? I didn't see a passenger > entrance. > I'm sure they got different rules. Well shit, I ain't standing here > all day." Paris arrives breathlessly at the hatch and opens it up... <>
> > A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two deck > > ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as big > as a > > dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing up > > their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so is > a > > smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has Crew > > Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay > > painted above it. > > > > While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down the > > corridor from behind him and stops. > > > > The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply delivery > > for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get somebody named > > Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" //Inside// > > Issac looks up. "Oh yeah, we've got an empty cupboard here, no meds, > > no disposables." He yawns. "I'll work on it tonight, get the list to > > you tomorrow morning? I wanna double check after resting. sucks to > > forget something because you're tired." > > Paris nodded agreement. "Its been a long day, and tomorrow..." She > glanced at her wrist chrono. "Yeah, tomorrow promises to even longer." > > The petite brunette tossed her blonde-highlighted mane over her > shoulders and gave Isaac a grin. "All right, do as you need-you've got > a cabin assignment, I've got linens on the way-hopefully they'll get > here soon and I'll prep everybody's cabins-and then we've got meal > packs on the way..." > > She shook her head. "Too much to do, too little time." //outside// > Bart turns and replies, "This is it and she's s'posed to be." "I'll > check > inside for ya," he adds as he heads up the gangway his medals > tinkling > announcing his arrival to the empty hatch. Paris looked up at the chime. "And...more to do," she laughed at Isaac. > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, > "Purser, Up" > he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." Paris tapped the intercom control. "Ship's Steward, Aye," she said, "I'll be there in a minute." She looked at Isaac. "Care to help?" she asked him. "I might just drop the cargo ramp and have them back the goods in--and put them away later with everyone helping-if there's too much." (WFR) She headed forward and opened the crew hatch. "You would be Captain Bartholomew Cuthbert, am I correct?" Paris stood several inches above five feet and looked marginally younger than she was, the product of just pure good genes and a lot of personal care taken for herself. "Persephone Sobotkas, Ship's Steward-your quarters will be on crew level, right around the corner." She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave a sigh. "If you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." PTGM: How much *IS* there?
On Monday 12 March 2007 15:23, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > A short walk later and he is outside the /Akus Moby/. It is a two deck > > > ship, smaller than the big ships Bart has been on, but still as big > > > > as a > > > > > dirtside apartment house. A squad of painters is just finishing up > > > their work. A very large hatch on the lower deck is open and so is > > > > a > > > > > smaller one on the second level up a gangway. The upper hatch has Crew > > > Entrance painted above it. The lower, larger, hatch has Cargo Bay > > > painted above it. > > > > > > While Bart is taking this all in a grav lorry comes humming down the > > > corridor from behind him and stops. > > > > > > The driver leans out and calls out, "Hey, Mack! I got a supply > > > delivery for the Akus Moby, this the right place? S'pose to get > > > somebody named Sobotkas to sign for it...this guy around?" > > //Inside// > > > > Issac looks up. "Oh yeah, we've got an empty cupboard here, no meds, > > > no disposables." He yawns. "I'll work on it tonight, get the list to > > > you tomorrow morning? I wanna double check after resting. sucks to > > > forget something because you're tired." > > > > Paris nodded agreement. "Its been a long day, and tomorrow..." She > > glanced at her wrist chrono. "Yeah, tomorrow promises to even longer." > > > > The petite brunette tossed her blonde-highlighted mane over her > > shoulders and gave Isaac a grin. "All right, do as you need-you've got > > a cabin assignment, I've got linens on the way-hopefully they'll get > > here soon and I'll prep everybody's cabins-and then we've got meal > > packs on the way..." > > > > She shook her head. "Too much to do, too little time." > > //outside// > > > Bart turns and replies, "This is it and she's s'posed to be." "I'll > > check > > inside for ya," he adds as he heads up the gangway his medals > > tinkling > > announcing his arrival to the empty hatch. > > Paris looked up at the chime. "And...more to do," she laughed at Isaac. > > > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, > > "Purser, Up" > > he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." > > Paris tapped the intercom control. "Ship's Steward, Aye," she said, "I'll > be there in a minute." > > She looked at Isaac. "Care to help?" she asked him. "I might just drop the > cargo ramp and have them back the goods in--and put them away later with > everyone helping-if there's too much." > > (WFR) > Bart looks like blue beer keg under a white hat. Not what he was wearing a few hours ago. As she gets closer she realizes she's at eye level with the fruit salad on his left breast, each ribbon aligned, stars and cluster in orderly procession. On the other breast is covered with medals with one gaudy bauble clearly out of place hanging around his nonexistent neck. A sword on the left hip, a pistol on the right secured by a black belt which she's quite sure she could use as a mirror, clash with the large stained duffel hanging from his shoulder. > She headed forward and opened the crew hatch. "You would be Captain > Bartholomew Cuthbert, am I correct?" > "Correct" he replies with a slightly confused look. > Paris stood several inches above five feet and looked marginally younger > than she was, the product of just pure good genes and a lot of personal > care taken for herself. "Persephone Sobotkas, Ship's Steward-your quarters > will be on crew level, right around the corner." "Didn't we just meet at dinner," he asks obviously more confused? "Aren't you the house mouse that was sitting beside the captain?" He adds trying to clarify. > > She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave a sigh. "If > you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in unloading and > temporarily storing much of this material." > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo bay." > PTGM: How much *IS* there?
> > > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, > > > "Purser, Up" > > > he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." > > > > Paris tapped the intercom control. "Ship's Steward, Aye," she said, > > "I'll be there in a minute." > > > > She looked at Isaac. "Care to help?" she asked him. "I might just > drop the > > cargo ramp and have them back the goods in--and put them away later > > with everyone helping-if there's too much." > > Bart looks like blue beer keg under a white hat. Not what he was > wearing a few > hours ago. As she gets closer she realizes she's at eye level with > the fruit > salad on his left breast, each ribbon aligned, stars and cluster in > orderly > procession. On the other breast is covered with medals with one gaudy > bauble > clearly out of place hanging around his nonexistent neck. A sword on > the left > hip, a pistol on the right secured by a black belt which she's quite > sure she > could use as a mirror, clash with the large stained duffel hanging > from his shoulder. > > > She headed forward and opened the crew hatch. "You would be Captain > > Bartholomew Cuthbert, am I correct?" > > "Correct" he replies with a slightly confused look. The woman gave him a wink. > > Paris stood several inches above five feet and looked marginally younger > > than she was, the product of just pure good genes and a lot of personal > > care taken for herself. "Persephone Sobotkas, Ship's Steward-your quarters > > will be on crew level, right around the corner." > > "Didn't we just meet at dinner," he asks obviously more confused? She grinned widely and nodded. > "Aren't you the house mouse that was sitting beside the captain?" He > adds trying to clarify. Paris laughed. "Pardon my formality, but you look so cute in that uniform that I couldn't resist!" She offers her hand to him in standard greeting. "Paris Sobotkas, and yes, I'm the ship's Steward, Cook and House Mouse." > > She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave a > sigh. "If > > you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo bay." > > > PTGM: How much *IS* there? >
On Monday 12 March 2007 16:23, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > > Once inside he scans the wall for a comms, flips it to intercomm, > > > > "Purser, Up" > > > > he declares, and then follows up with "Stores at the hatch." > > > > > > Paris tapped the intercom control. "Ship's Steward, Aye," she said, > > > "I'll be there in a minute." > > > > > > She looked at Isaac. "Care to help?" she asked him. "I might just > > > > drop the > > > > > cargo ramp and have them back the goods in--and put them away later > > > with everyone helping-if there's too much." > > > > Bart looks like blue beer keg under a white hat. Not what he was > > wearing a few > > hours ago. As she gets closer she realizes she's at eye level with > > the fruit > > salad on his left breast, each ribbon aligned, stars and cluster in > > orderly > > procession. On the other breast is covered with medals with one gaudy > > bauble > > clearly out of place hanging around his nonexistent neck. A sword on > > the left > > hip, a pistol on the right secured by a black belt which she's quite > > sure she > > could use as a mirror, clash with the large stained duffel hanging > > from his shoulder. > > > > > She headed forward and opened the crew hatch. "You would be Captain > > > Bartholomew Cuthbert, am I correct?" > > > > "Correct" he replies with a slightly confused look. > > The woman gave him a wink. > > > > Paris stood several inches above five feet and looked marginally > > > younger than she was, the product of just pure good genes and a lot of > > > personal care taken for herself. "Persephone Sobotkas, Ship's > > > Steward-your quarters will be on crew level, right around the corner." > > > > "Didn't we just meet at dinner," he asks obviously more confused? > > She grinned widely and nodded. > > > "Aren't you the house mouse that was sitting beside the captain?" He > > adds trying to clarify. > > Paris laughed. "Pardon my formality, but you look so cute in that uniform > that I couldn't resist!" She offers her hand to him in standard greeting. > "Paris Sobotkas, and yes, I'm the ship's Steward, Cook and House Mouse." Bart takes her hand in his blushing slightly, "Thank you mam." > > > > She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave a > > > > sigh. "If > > > > > you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > > unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo bay." > > > > > PTGM: How much *IS* there?
> > > > Paris stood several inches above five feet and looked marginally > > > > younger than she was, the product of just pure good genes and > a lot of > > > > personal care taken for herself. "Persephone Sobotkas, Ship's > > > > Steward-your quarters will be on crew level, right around the > corner." > > > > > > "Didn't we just meet at dinner," he asks obviously more confused? > > > > She grinned widely and nodded. > > > > > "Aren't you the house mouse that was sitting beside the > captain?" He > > > adds trying to clarify. > > > > Paris laughed. "Pardon my formality, but you look so cute in that uniform > > that I couldn't resist!" She offers her hand to him in standard greeting. > > "Paris Sobotkas, and yes, I'm the ship's Steward, Cook and House Mouse." > > Bart takes her hand in his blushing slightly, "Thank you mam." Paris laughed, a sound that had happy little bells attached at the emotion end of the spectrum and patted his hand. "No, 'Ma'am' is my mother-I'm just Paris, all right?" > > > > She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and > gave a > > > > > > sigh. "If > > > > > > > you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > > > unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo > bay." > > > > > > > PTGM: How much *IS* there? >
> > > Paris laughed. "Pardon my formality, but you look so cute in > that uniform > > > that I couldn't resist!" She offers her hand to him in standard > greeting. > > > "Paris Sobotkas, and yes, I'm the ship's Steward, Cook and House > Mouse." > > > > Bart takes her hand in his blushing slightly, "Thank you mam." > > Paris laughed, a sound that had happy little bells attached at the > emotion end of the spectrum and patted his hand. "No, 'Ma'am' is my > mother-I'm just Paris, all right?" > > > > > > She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and > > > > > gave a sigh. "If > > > > > you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > > > > unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the > > > > cargo bay." > > > > > > > > > PTGM: How much *IS* there? > Bed clothing for 12 cabins, towels, washcloths, assorted soaps, > shampoos > and things...plus 160 15 kg boxes of instaheats (mostly emergency > supplies) enough for 12 people for 30 days. The boxes of instaheats > are > in blocks of four each (60 kg per block). Including the bed clothing > and > assorted things, about 3 tons of boxes to be moved! Hopefully, there > are > some dollies in the cargo hold! Oh, BTW, *this* delivery is going to > set Paris back 2000 cr...remember to get reimbursed from ship funds.. Persephone winced as her mental calculator went into overdrive as she watched the backing truck-and turned to Isaac. "Doctor," she said, "I would appreciate you going aft and getting our engineers-its going to take all of us to download this truck-and I didn't see any dollys back there-see if you can find at least one, or I'm going to have to buy a few." She shook her head and started tabulating up more expenses. > Consumable "life support" for *just* the crew (plus your one > confirmed > passenger) is still on order for delivery tomorrow to the tune of 16 > thousand credits. Just thinking about *that* gives Paris a sinking > feeling in her wallet. Additional funds will be needed if you take on > other passengers. She gave a sigh and trotted over to the driver, hopping up on the running board just enough to hollar at him, "HEY! GIMME A MINUTE--I'LL DROP THE CARGO ACCESS!" The brunette hopped free and ran back into the ship, heading for the cargo hold...
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >>>> Paris laughed. "Pardon my formality, but you look so cute in >> that uniform >>>> that I couldn't resist!" She offers her hand to him in standard >>>> >> greeting. >>>> "Paris Sobotkas, and yes, I'm the ship's Steward, Cook and >>>> House >> Mouse." >>> >>> Bart takes her hand in his blushing slightly, "Thank you mam." >> >> Paris laughed, a sound that had happy little bells attached at the >> emotion end of the spectrum and patted his hand. "No, 'Ma'am' is >> my mother-I'm just Paris, all right?" >> >>>>>> She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and >>>>>> gave a sigh. "If you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd >>>>>> appreciate some help in unloading and temporarily storing >>>>>> much of this material." >>>>> >>>>> "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the >>>>> cargo bay." >>>>> >>>>>> PTGM: How much *IS* there? >> Bed clothing for 12 cabins, towels, washcloths, assorted soaps, >> shampoos and things...plus 160 15 kg boxes of instaheats (mostly >> emergency supplies) enough for 12 people for 30 days. The boxes of >> instaheats are in blocks of four each (60 kg per block). Including >> the bed clothing and assorted things, about 3 tons of boxes to be >> moved! Hopefully, there are some dollies in the cargo hold! Oh, >> BTW, *this* delivery is going to set Paris back 2000 cr...remember >> to get reimbursed from ship funds.. > > Persephone winced as her mental calculator went into overdrive as she > watched the backing truck-and turned to Isaac. "Doctor," she said, > "I would appreciate you going aft and getting our engineers-its going > to take all of us to download this truck-and I didn't see any dollys > back there-see if you can find at least one, or I'm going to have to > buy a few." She shook her head and started tabulating up more > expenses. > >> Consumable "life support" for *just* the crew (plus your one >> confirmed passenger) is still on order for delivery tomorrow to the >> tune of 16 thousand credits. Just thinking about *that* gives Paris >> a sinking feeling in her wallet. Additional funds will be needed if >> you take on other passengers. > > She gave a sigh and trotted over to the driver, hopping up on the > running board just enough to hollar at him, "HEY! GIMME A > MINUTE--I'LL DROP THE CARGO ACCESS!" > > The brunette hopped free and ran back into the ship, heading for the > cargo hold... As Paris jogs toward the cargo hold the foreman of the painting detail flags her down. He is holding a flatscreen PDA in the steward's direction, "Hey! We're done here. You have to sign off on our job before we can go." Inside the cargo hold there is already a system for moving about the large cargo containers and pallets, but for things like this you need small manual or grav assist dollies. There is a small dolly back in Engineering, if you look for it there, and one inside the cargo hold. Both are fine for moving fairly small loads. Eris Akus Moby
> >> Bed clothing for 12 cabins, towels, washcloths, assorted soaps, > >> shampoos and things...plus 160 15 kg boxes of instaheats (mostly > >> emergency supplies) enough for 12 people for 30 days. The boxes of > >> instaheats are in blocks of four each (60 kg per block). Including > >> the bed clothing and assorted things, about 3 tons of boxes to be > >> moved! Hopefully, there are some dollies in the cargo hold! Oh, > >> BTW, *this* delivery is going to set Paris back 2000 cr...remember > >> to get reimbursed from ship funds.. > > > > Persephone winced as her mental calculator went into overdrive as she > > watched the backing truck-and turned to Isaac. "Doctor," she said, > > "I would appreciate you going aft and getting our engineers-its going > > to take all of us to download this truck-and I didn't see any dollys > > back there-see if you can find at least one, or I'm going to have to > > buy a few." She shook her head and started tabulating up more > > expenses. > > > >> Consumable "life support" for *just* the crew (plus your one > >> confirmed passenger) is still on order for delivery tomorrow to the > >> tune of 16 thousand credits. Just thinking about *that* gives Paris > >> a sinking feeling in her wallet. Additional funds will be needed if > >> you take on other passengers. > > > > She gave a sigh and trotted over to the driver, hopping up on the > > running board just enough to hollar at him, "HEY! GIMME A > > MINUTE--I'LL DROP THE CARGO ACCESS!" > > > > The brunette hopped free and ran back into the ship, heading for the > > cargo hold... > > As Paris jogs toward the cargo hold the foreman of the painting > detail flags her down. The woman hit her own brakes... > He is holding a flatscreen PDA in the steward's direction, "Hey! > We're > done here. You have to sign off on our job before we can go." Paris tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at the PDA. "Sure, fine-let's go take a look at it-I'm not signing for anything until I inspect." She yelled back at Issac, "Doctor! Drop the forward ramp--I'll be aft in a few!" She trotted up forward and up to the freshly painted areas, checking each area quickly-as quickly as she could and still be thorough-then signs off, her full name, Persephone Sobotkas, signing as Senior Steward, and hands it back to him. "Good enough," she decides-it is so much better than some of the paint jobs she's seen on some of her travels. > Inside the cargo hold there is already a system for moving about the > large cargo containers and pallets, but for things like this you need > small manual or grav assist dollies. There is a small dolly back in > Engineering, if you look for it there, and one inside the cargo hold. > Both are fine for moving fairly small loads. Arriving back aft, she tosses aside her jacket and unzips her sleeveless top a little, then hits the 'Cargo Access' unlock, lowering the cargo ramp for the truck to back in, then hits the intercom. "Anyone that's not busy-we have a crapload of stuff to unload, including bedding and breakfast-if you're available, I need some help down here in the cargo hold." As soon as the truck is ready, she starts working with the dolly in the cargo hold, moving stuff off the truck and setting it aside for later stowage. <>
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >>>> Bed clothing for 12 cabins, towels, washcloths, assorted soaps, >>>> shampoos and things...plus 160 15 kg boxes of instaheats >>>> (mostly emergency supplies) enough for 12 people for 30 days. >>>> The boxes of instaheats are in blocks of four each (60 kg per >>>> block). Including the bed clothing and assorted things, about 3 >>>> tons of boxes to be moved! Hopefully, there are some dollies in >>>> the cargo hold! Oh, BTW, *this* delivery is going to set Paris >>>> back 2000 cr...remember to get reimbursed from ship funds.. >>> >>> Persephone winced as her mental calculator went into overdrive as >>> she watched the backing truck-and turned to Isaac. "Doctor," she >>> said, "I would appreciate you going aft and getting our >>> engineers-its going to take all of us to download this truck-and >>> I didn't see any dollys back there-see if you can find at least >>> one, or I'm going to have to buy a few." She shook her head and >>> started tabulating up more expenses. >>> >>>> Consumable "life support" for *just* the crew (plus your one >>>> confirmed passenger) is still on order for delivery tomorrow to >>>> the tune of 16 thousand credits. Just thinking about *that* >>>> gives Paris a sinking feeling in her wallet. Additional funds >>>> will be needed if you take on other passengers. >>> >>> She gave a sigh and trotted over to the driver, hopping up on the >>> running board just enough to hollar at him, "HEY! GIMME A >>> MINUTE--I'LL DROP THE CARGO ACCESS!" >>> >>> The brunette hopped free and ran back into the ship, heading for >>> the cargo hold... >> >> As Paris jogs toward the cargo hold the foreman of the painting >> detail flags her down. > > The woman hit her own brakes... > >> He is holding a flatscreen PDA in the steward's direction, "Hey! >> We're done here. You have to sign off on our job before we can go." "Your call." the foreman shrugs. > Paris tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at the PDA. "Sure, > fine-let's go take a look at it-I'm not signing for anything until I > inspect." She yelled back at Issac, "Doctor! Drop the forward > ramp--I'll be aft in a few!" > > She trotted up forward and up to the freshly painted areas, checking > each area quickly-as quickly as she could and still be thorough-then > signs off, her full name, Persephone Sobotkas, signing as Senior > Steward, and hands it back to him. "Good enough," she decides-it is > so much better than some of the paint jobs she's seen on some of her > travels. And it is a good job, professional, and all in order...as best she can tell. With Paris' signature, the painting crew leaves and that is the last of the maintenance/repair scheduled on the ship. It is ready now for you to stock and lift out...either for real or for a shakedown cruise. >> Inside the cargo hold there is already a system for moving about >> the large cargo containers and pallets, but for things like this >> you need small manual or grav assist dollies. There is a small >> dolly back in Engineering, if you look for it there, and one inside >> the cargo hold. Both are fine for moving fairly small loads. > > Arriving back aft, she tosses aside her jacket and unzips her > sleeveless top a little, then hits the 'Cargo Access' unlock, > lowering the cargo ramp for the truck to back in, then hits the > intercom. "Anyone that's not busy-we have a crapload of stuff to > unload, including bedding and breakfast-if you're available, I need > some help down here in the cargo hold." > > As soon as the truck is ready, she starts working with the dolly in > the cargo hold, moving stuff off the truck and setting it aside for > later stowage. > > <> Didn't make it to me. Send to erisred@bellsouth.net and I'll post it on the website. Same for the rest of you, too. Eris Akus Moby
On Tuesday 13 March 2007 17:04, Eris Reddoch wrote: > Earl F Hampton III wrote: > >> She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave a sigh. > >> "If you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > >> unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo bay." > > The woman darts down the gangway to talk to the lorry driver. Issac, the > doctor, heads back to Engineering to look for a dolly to move the boxes. > Bart, with duffel, needs to find a cabin to toss the duffel into and a > hook upon which to hang his coat...wouldn't hurt to change out into his > BDU either ( and here I mean fatigues, not *battle dress* ;) ). Bart watches the mouse bolt after the next tasty bit of cheese. Then starts to head to his cabin. He mumbles to himself her directions, 'Right, Around the Corner.' Once there, he looks into the first door on the right after tuning the corner and recognizes a sickbay. "Hell No" he roars into the empty compartment. "I ain't no Popsicle," he mutters as he turns back the way he came. "I'll resign first," he rants as he begins his mouse hunt. "You're a civilian, you're a civilian," he incants hopping to calm the angry red V between his eyes, and re-traverses the gangway. He stops himself from a parade ground shout when he sees her near some workman and instead counts to 10 a few more times. Once she leaves the workmen, he intercepts her. "I won't be a Popsicle," grinds out from between his teeth. "You can tell the Skipper.." he stammers to a stop obviously bitting off what he wants to say, his face turning even redder as if the pressure is building now that his lips are only twitching with no words are coming out. Earl
> > >> She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave > a sigh. > > >> "If you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > >> unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo > bay." > > > > The woman darts down the gangway to talk to the lorry driver. > Issac, the > > doctor, heads back to Engineering to look for a dolly to move the boxes. > > Bart, with duffel, needs to find a cabin to toss the duffel into > and a > > hook upon which to hang his coat...wouldn't hurt to change out into > his > > BDU either ( and here I mean fatigues, not *battle dress* ;) ). > > Bart watches the mouse bolt after the next tasty bit of cheese. Then > starts to > head to his cabin. He mumbles to himself her directions, 'Right, > Around the > Corner.' Once there, he looks into the first door on the right after > tuning > the corner and recognizes a sickbay. "Hell No" he roars into the > empty > compartment. "I ain't no Popsicle," he mutters as he turns back the > way he > came. "I'll resign first," he rants as he begins his mouse hunt. > > "You're a civilian, you're a civilian," he incants hopping to calm > the angry > red V between his eyes, and re-traverses the gangway. He stops > himself from a > parade ground shout when he sees her near some workman and instead > counts to 10 a few more times. > > Once she leaves the workmen, he intercepts her. "I won't be a > Popsicle," > grinds out from between his teeth. "You can tell the Skipper.." Paris stops in her tracks and looks up at him in curiousity-she frowns... > he stammers > to a stop obviously bitting off what he wants to say, his face > turning even > redder as if the pressure is building now that his lips are only > twitching with no words are coming out. Paris folds her hands before her. "Bart," she says softly, "I'm sorry-it wasn't the Captain-that was my mistake. I meant 'Left', not right-and I am deeply sorry for offending you." She patted his hand softly. "Come-let me help," and led him to his appropriate cabin, opening the door and giving a quick, if unnecessary, tour of the facility therein. Stopping at the door on her way back out, she looks at him again, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry I upset you-I didn't mean to do that."
On Wednesday 14 March 2007 17:45, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > >> She glanced at the truck with the stocks she'd ordered and gave > > > > a sigh. > > > > > >> "If you wouldn't mind, Bartholomew, I'd appreciate some help in > > > >> unloading and temporarily storing much of this material." > > > > > > > > "Um, sure, let me hang my coat up and I'll meet you in the cargo > > > > bay." > > > > > The woman darts down the gangway to talk to the lorry driver. > > > > Issac, the > > > > > doctor, heads back to Engineering to look for a dolly to move the > > > boxes. Bart, with duffel, needs to find a cabin to toss the duffel > > > into > > > > and a > > > > > hook upon which to hang his coat...wouldn't hurt to change out into > > > > his > > > > > BDU either ( and here I mean fatigues, not *battle dress* ;) ). > > > > Bart watches the mouse bolt after the next tasty bit of cheese. Then > > starts to > > head to his cabin. He mumbles to himself her directions, 'Right, > > Around the > > Corner.' Once there, he looks into the first door on the right after > > tuning > > the corner and recognizes a sickbay. "Hell No" he roars into the > > empty > > compartment. "I ain't no Popsicle," he mutters as he turns back the > > way he > > came. "I'll resign first," he rants as he begins his mouse hunt. > > > > "You're a civilian, you're a civilian," he incants hopping to calm > > the angry > > red V between his eyes, and re-traverses the gangway. He stops > > himself from a > > parade ground shout when he sees her near some workman and instead > > counts to 10 a few more times. > > > > Once she leaves the workmen, he intercepts her. "I won't be a > > Popsicle," > > grinds out from between his teeth. "You can tell the Skipper.." > > Paris stops in her tracks and looks up at him in curiousity-she frowns... > > > he stammers > > to a stop obviously bitting off what he wants to say, his face > > turning even > > redder as if the pressure is building now that his lips are only > > twitching with no words are coming out. > > Paris folds her hands before her. "Bart," she says softly, "I'm sorry-it > wasn't the Captain-that was my mistake. I meant 'Left', not right-and I am > deeply sorry for offending you." Bending at the waist and leaning toward her she catches a hint of metal polish as the emplems come closer. "I'm not damn offended, I'm mad. If someone wants a damned coolly then they sure as hell should be up front about it. I already told you," inhaling to continue the diatribe, "I'mm....You... did...Left, my quarters aren't in sickbay," he finishes, even to his ears, lamely. > > She patted his hand softly. "Come-let me help," and led him to his > appropriate cabin, opening the door and giving a quick, if unnecessary, > tour of the facility therein. "Go, I got it. You need to finish your nes...st uff, I'll meet you in the cargo bay once I get out of my mommy suit." > > Stopping at the door on her way back out, she looks at him again, her eyes > apologetic. "I'm sorry I upset you-I didn't mean to do that." "Oh hell mouse, I overreacted. It ain't like ya shot me. Shi... um... shoot, it wasn't even danger close." Earl
> > > Once she leaves the workmen, he intercepts her. "I won't be a > > > Popsicle," > > > grinds out from between his teeth. "You can tell the Skipper.." > > > > Paris stops in her tracks and looks up at him in curiousity-she frowns... > > > > > he stammers > > > to a stop obviously bitting off what he wants to say, his face > > > turning even > > > redder as if the pressure is building now that his lips are only > > > twitching with no words are coming out. > > > > Paris folds her hands before her. "Bart," she says softly, "I'm sorry-it > > wasn't the Captain-that was my mistake. I meant 'Left', not > right-and I am deeply sorry for offending you." > > Bending at the waist and leaning toward her she catches a hint of > metal polish > as the emplems come closer. "I'm not damn offended, I'm mad. If > someone > wants a damned coolly then they sure as hell should be up front about > it. I > already told you," inhaling to continue the diatribe, "I'mm....You... > did...Left, my quarters aren't in sickbay," he finishes, even to his > ears, lamely. > > > > She patted his hand softly. "Come-let me help," and led him to his > > appropriate cabin, opening the door and giving a quick, if unnecessary, > > tour of the facility therein. > > "Go, I got it. You need to finish your nes...st uff, I'll meet you in > the cargo bay once I get out of my mommy suit." Paris gave him a tentative smile. > > Stopping at the door on her way back out, she looks at him again, > her eyes > > apologetic. "I'm sorry I upset you-I didn't mean to do that." > > "Oh hell mouse, I overreacted. It ain't like ya shot me. Shi... um... > shoot, it wasn't even danger close." The smile turned real. "You can swear around me, Bart, I've heard much worse-and I don't mind, I really don't." She fired a quick wink at him. "I think you and I will get along quite well--and when you get a chance, there's a message or two from me, asking what you like to eat so that I can order the appropriate foods-and a few other things as well, all right, tovariche?" ...and like that, she was gone, moving at a full trot, heading for the cargo hold.
On Wednesday 14 March 2007 22:35, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > > Once she leaves the workmen, he intercepts her. "I won't be a > > > > Popsicle," > > > > grinds out from between his teeth. "You can tell the Skipper.." > > > > > > Paris stops in her tracks and looks up at him in curiousity-she > > > frowns... > > > > > > > he stammers > > > > to a stop obviously bitting off what he wants to say, his face > > > > turning even > > > > redder as if the pressure is building now that his lips are only > > > > twitching with no words are coming out. > > > > > > Paris folds her hands before her. "Bart," she says softly, "I'm > > > sorry-it wasn't the Captain-that was my mistake. I meant 'Left', not > > > > right-and I am deeply sorry for offending you." > > > > Bending at the waist and leaning toward her she catches a hint of > > metal polish > > as the emplems come closer. "I'm not damn offended, I'm mad. If > > someone > > wants a damned coolly then they sure as hell should be up front about > > it. I > > already told you," inhaling to continue the diatribe, "I'mm....You... > > did...Left, my quarters aren't in sickbay," he finishes, even to his > > ears, lamely. > > > > > She patted his hand softly. "Come-let me help," and led him to his > > > appropriate cabin, opening the door and giving a quick, if > > > unnecessary, tour of the facility therein. > > > > "Go, I got it. You need to finish your nes...st uff, I'll meet you in > > the cargo bay once I get out of my mommy suit." > > Paris gave him a tentative smile. > > > > Stopping at the door on her way back out, she looks at him again, > > > > her eyes > > > > > apologetic. "I'm sorry I upset you-I didn't mean to do that." > > > > "Oh hell mouse, I overreacted. It ain't like ya shot me. Shi... um... > > shoot, it wasn't even danger close." > > The smile turned real. "You can swear around me, Bart, I've heard much > worse-and I don't mind, I really don't." She fired a quick wink at him. "I > think you and I will get along quite well--and when you get a chance, > there's a message or two from me, asking what you like to eat so that I can > order the appropriate foods-and a few other things as well, all right, > tovariche?" > > ...and like that, she was gone, moving at a full trot, heading for the > cargo hold. Bart shakes his head and smiles as she scurries away. He then takes off his sword, pistol and coat and opens the duffel. As each item leaves the bag it is hung, folded or placed in it's appropriate location. About a forth of the way down he finds the ubiquitous coveralls. This particular set has a white hand print centered on the left cheek, which causes a slight smile to cross his face and a small small grease stain on the right cuff which contrasts with the razor sharp creases on the sleeves and legs. He places them on the bed while he pulls another few items from the bag which frees up the polytoed boats. He changes quickly looks briefly at the pistol sitting on his pillow, shakes his head and transfers the supperdense knuckles from the bedstand to his right cargo pocket and his comm to the pocket on his left shoulder. Bart exits his room and heads to the cargo hatch. That is, out the crew hatch, down the gangway, and back over to the cargo hatch. Earl
> > The smile turned real. "You can swear around me, Bart, I've heard much > > worse-and I don't mind, I really don't." She fired a quick wink at > him. "I > > think you and I will get along quite well--and when you get a chance, > > there's a message or two from me, asking what you like to eat so > that I can > > order the appropriate foods-and a few other things as well, all right, > > tovariche?" > > > > ...and like that, she was gone, moving at a full trot, heading for > > the cargo hold. > > Bart shakes his head and smiles as she scurries away. He then takes > off his > sword, pistol and coat and opens the duffel. As each item leaves the > bag it > is hung, folded or placed in it's appropriate location. About a forth > of the > way down he finds the ubiquitous coveralls. This particular set has a > white > hand print centered on the left cheek, which causes a slight smile to > cross > his face and a small small grease stain on the right cuff which > contrasts > with the razor sharp creases on the sleeves and legs. He places them > on the > bed while he pulls another few items from the bag which frees up the > polytoed > boats. Arriving back aft, she tosses aside her jacket and unzips her sleeveless top a little, then hits the 'Cargo Access' unlock, lowering the cargo ramp for the truck to back in, then hits the intercom. "Anyone that's not busy-we have a crapload of stuff to unload, including bedding and breakfast-if you're available, I need some help down here in the cargo hold." > He changes quickly looks briefly at the pistol sitting on his pillow, > shakes > his head and transfers the supperdense knuckles from the bedstand to > his right cargo pocket and his comm to the pocket on his left shoulder. As soon as the truck is ready, she starts working with the dolly in the cargo hold, moving stuff off the truck and setting it aside for later stowage. > Bart exits his room and heads to the cargo hatch. That is, out the > crew hatch, down the gangway, and back over to the cargo hatch. Paris is in full swing, uploading the dolly, hauling it off the truck, loading it onto a palletjack, repeating the process-she's moving quick, and it shows-she's already short on breath, her hands are dirty and somewhere along the way, she's managed to get a big dirty streak across her cheek. "Bart!" she called breathlessly, "haul that jack over against the hull-" she pointed across the bay "-and then bring it back--we got another coupla tons to go!" She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind her the words, "...see anyone else?"
On Monday 19 March 2007 11:16, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > > The smile turned real. "You can swear around me, Bart, I've heard much > > > worse-and I don't mind, I really don't." She fired a quick wink at > > > > him. "I > > > > > think you and I will get along quite well--and when you get a chance, > > > there's a message or two from me, asking what you like to eat so > > > > that I can > > > > > order the appropriate foods-and a few other things as well, all right, > > > tovariche?" > > > > > > ...and like that, she was gone, moving at a full trot, heading for > > > the cargo hold. > > > > Bart shakes his head and smiles as she scurries away. He then takes > > off his > > sword, pistol and coat and opens the duffel. As each item leaves the > > bag it > > is hung, folded or placed in it's appropriate location. About a forth > > of the > > way down he finds the ubiquitous coveralls. This particular set has a > > white > > hand print centered on the left cheek, which causes a slight smile to > > cross > > his face and a small small grease stain on the right cuff which > > contrasts > > with the razor sharp creases on the sleeves and legs. He places them > > on the > > bed while he pulls another few items from the bag which frees up the > > polytoed > > boats. > > Arriving back aft, she tosses aside her jacket and unzips her sleeveless > top a little, then hits the 'Cargo Access' unlock, lowering the cargo ramp > for the truck to back in, then hits the intercom. "Anyone that's not > busy-we have a crapload of stuff to unload, including bedding and > breakfast-if you're available, I need some help down here in the cargo > hold." > > > He changes quickly looks briefly at the pistol sitting on his pillow, > > shakes > > his head and transfers the supperdense knuckles from the bedstand to > > his right cargo pocket and his comm to the pocket on his left shoulder. > > As soon as the truck is ready, she starts working with the dolly in the > cargo hold, moving stuff off the truck and setting it aside for later > stowage. > > > Bart exits his room and heads to the cargo hatch. That is, out the > > crew hatch, down the gangway, and back over to the cargo hatch. > > Paris is in full swing, uploading the dolly, hauling it off the truck, > loading it onto a palletjack, repeating the process-she's moving quick, and > it shows-she's already short on breath, her hands are dirty and somewhere > along the way, she's managed to get a big dirty streak across her cheek. > "Bart!" she called breathlessly, "haul that jack over against the hull-" > she pointed across the bay "-and then bring it back--we got another coupla > tons to go!" > Bart complies. > She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind her the words, > "...see anyone else?" "No, what'd you do with the Doc?"Earl thinks Doc got lost in the same Mobius strip of time Bart did. Not to worry, we'll be on that side again soon though by then, its inKlined to be all bottled up. Earl
> > Arriving back aft, Paris tosses aside her jacket and unzips her sleeveless > > top a little, then hits the 'Cargo Access' unlock, lowering the > cargo ramp > > for the truck to back in, then hits the intercom. "Anyone that's not > > busy-we have a crapload of stuff to unload, including bedding and > > breakfast-if you're available, I need some help down here in the cargo > > hold." > > > > > He changes quickly looks briefly at the pistol sitting on his pillow, > > > shakes > > > his head and transfers the supperdense knuckles from the > bedstand to > > > his right cargo pocket and his comm to the pocket on his left shoulder. > > > > As soon as the truck is ready, she starts working with the dolly in > the > > cargo hold, moving stuff off the truck and setting it aside for later > > stowage. > > > > > Bart exits his room and heads to the cargo hatch. That is, out the > > > crew hatch, down the gangway, and back over to the cargo hatch. > > > > Paris is in full swing, uploading the dolly, hauling it off the truck, > > loading it onto a palletjack, repeating the process-she's moving > quick, and > > it shows-she's already short on breath, her hands are dirty and somewhere > > along the way, she's managed to get a big dirty streak across her cheek. > > "Bart!" she called breathlessly, "haul that jack over against the hull-" > > she pointed across the bay "-and then bring it back--we got another > coupla > > tons to go!" > > > Bart complies. > > She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind her the words, > > "...see anyone else?" > "No, what'd you do with the Doc?" She wheeled up another dolly-load of boxes and pushed a sweaty lock of blonde-highlighted brown hair out of her eyes. "I didn't do anything," she said, "but send him aft to go get the engineers--maybe they're having their way with him or something." >Earl thinks Doc got lost in the same Mobius strip of time Bart > did. Not > to worry, we'll be on that side again soon though by then, its > inKlined to be all bottled up. OOG: Yeah, sounds about right. We''ll just have to pull the cork out of that Klein bottle and see which genie tumbles out first.
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >>> She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind >>> her the words, "...see anyone else?" > >> "No, what'd you do with the Doc?" The combined efforts of Paris, Bart, and Doc when he arrived get the truck unloaded in a few minutes...with no help from the truck driver. The driver spends the entire time sitting on the grav lorry's running board munching on a piece of fruit. Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over with a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says to Paris. Eris Akus Moby
> >>> She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind > >>> her the words, "...see anyone else?" > > > >> "No, what'd you do with the Doc?" > > The combined efforts of Paris, Bart, and Doc when he arrived > get the truck unloaded in a few minutes...with no help from > the truck driver. The driver spends the entire time sitting on > the grav lorry's running board munching on a piece of fruit. > > Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over with > a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says to Paris. Paris sighed and did one more quick accounting of all the material downloaded as opposed not only to her order but as to the invoice and, satisfied that all was present-and checking off the arrived goods from her own list of ordered goods-gave the thumbprint and signed off on the invoice. "Thanks," she said, turning away and jamming her hands into the back pockets of her trousers palm-out, stared at the pile of goods. "Crap. This is going to be an all night job," she decided aloud.
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >> Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over >> with a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says >> to Paris. > > Paris sighed and did one more quick accounting of all the > material downloaded as opposed not only to her order but as > to the invoice and, satisfied that all was present-and > checking off the arrived goods from her own list of ordered > goods-gave the thumbprint and signed off on the invoice. "Thanks, ma'am." the driver says and hops back into the truck and drives away. > "Thanks," she said, turning away and jamming her hands into > the back pockets of her trousers palm-out, stared at the > pile of goods. "Crap. This is going to be an all night > job," she decided aloud. The pile is a pretty big one, and yes, it is going to take some time to move it all into storage and then to trick out the cabins. It crosses Paris' mind that she could just dump the bedclothing in each cabin and let the crew deal with making their own beds and such... Eris Akus Moby
> >> Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over > >> with a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says > >> to Paris. > > > > Paris sighed and did one more quick accounting of all the > > material downloaded as opposed not only to her order but as > > to the invoice and, satisfied that all was present-and > > checking off the arrived goods from her own list of ordered > > goods-gave the thumbprint and signed off on the invoice. > > "Thanks, ma'am." the driver says and hops back into the truck > and drives away. > > > "Thanks," she said, turning away and jamming her hands into > > the back pockets of her trousers palm-out, stared at the > > pile of goods. "Crap. This is going to be an all night > > job," she decided aloud. > > The pile is a pretty big one, and yes, it is going to take > some time to move it all into storage and then to trick out > the cabins. It crosses Paris' mind that she could just dump > the bedclothing in each cabin and let the crew deal with > making their own beds and such... (much as it had crossed mine-just was allowing others to post in as desired) Paris sighed once again. "All right, let's get to work..." She sorted it into several piles: Crew Quarters, Pax Quarters, Galley, Crew Outfitting, and Miscellaneous. She put Bart and the Doc to work shuttling boxes to the various places about the ship-and started storing everything that they brought, dropping a pile of linen into each cabin upon the bed; the Galley she immediately started stowing the perishables, sending whomever was immediately available to begin stowing the 'liquor cabinet' with the instructions to just get it the hell out of the way and not worry about order-she'd deal with that later. Pax cabin goods--that would just be sent directly to the pax wardroom with her intent to do that next-getting the galley square before ending business for the day would be her objective...
On Thursday 22 March 2007 18:24, john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > >>> She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind > > >>> her the words, "...see anyone else?" > > >> > > >> "No, what'd you do with the Doc?" > > > > The combined efforts of Paris, Bart, and Doc when he arrived > > get the truck unloaded in a few minutes...with no help from > > the truck driver. The driver spends the entire time sitting on > > the grav lorry's running board munching on a piece of fruit. > > > > Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over with > > a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says to Paris. > > Paris sighed and did one more quick accounting of all the material > downloaded as opposed not only to her order but as to the invoice and, > satisfied that all was present-and checking off the arrived goods from her > own list of ordered goods-gave the thumbprint and signed off on the > invoice. > > "Thanks," she said, turning away and jamming her hands into the back > pockets of her trousers palm-out, stared at the pile of goods. "Crap. This > is going to be an all night job," she decided aloud. "Playing in the sheets always is," Bart responds raising one eyebrow though the effect is more of opening one eye wider than the other in an almost reverse wink. As both eyebrows always appear raised and quite incapable of climbing further up his forhead, the perverse inverse wink must pass for a lecherous look. Earl
> > > >>> She puffed her way back onto the truck, leaving behind > > > >>> her the words, "...see anyone else?" > > > >> > > > >> "No, what'd you do with the Doc?" > > > > > > The combined efforts of Paris, Bart, and Doc when he arrived > > > get the truck unloaded in a few minutes...with no help from > > > the truck driver. The driver spends the entire time sitting on > > > the grav lorry's running board munching on a piece of fruit. > > > > > > Once you've finished unloading he stands and strolls over with > > > a clipboard, "I need a thumb from someone." he says to Paris. > > > > Paris sighed and did one more quick accounting of all the material > > downloaded as opposed not only to her order but as to the invoice and, > > satisfied that all was present-and checking off the arrived goods > from her > > own list of ordered goods-gave the thumbprint and signed off on the > > invoice. > > > > "Thanks," she said, turning away and jamming her hands into the back > > pockets of her trousers palm-out, stared at the pile of goods. > "Crap. This > > is going to be an all night job," she decided aloud. > > "Playing in the sheets always is," Bart responds raising one eyebrow > though > the effect is more of opening one eye wider than the other in an > almost > reverse wink. As both eyebrows always appear raised and quite > incapable of > climbing further up his forhead, the perverse inverse wink must pass > for a lecherous look. "Depends on whose playing in those sheets," Paris replied, giving him a grin before staring back at the pile. "I think...we'd better get a move on 'fore the Captain shows up with this damn noble in tow-be just like someone of high class to want to get involved with the ship's operations and be all up and in the way." She began to sort through the materials... <>
