AWD #045: Be There For Him
Be There For Him
Summary: Iphigenia asks Nags for a favor.
Date: 20/02/2013
Related Logs: None
Jess Iphigenia 
Viper Squadron Berthings
The berthings for the Orion's Air Wing are the same as what one would find on any other Mercury-class Battlestar, though they are distinctly different from the rest of the bunks on the ship. These bunks are separated not into sections of sixty, but by squadron. That means that there is a little more room to move around with only twenty to twenty-five pilots in one bunkhouse. Some officers have brought a small rug to sit in front of their bunks, but the tables and chairs are standard military issue. At the rear is a small couch that was probably new when the ship left anchorage and seems to have been kept carefully clean. The crest of the Lucky Strikes has been painted onto the wall behind the couch, as well.
AWD #45

Iphigenia is not a frequent visitor to the Air Wing berthings, but she's enough one to not be a stranger. Walking in, she makes a few inquiries as to where she can find Nags, and thus proceeds forward into the viper pilot berthings proper with an eye out for the dark haired woman.

The chaplain is pointed towards the correct bunk, where she will find the pilot she seeks sitting cross-legged, dark head bent over a manual of some sort, notebook slid inside it. She scribbles notes with a pen as she reads, handwriting a messy half-cursive scrawl. She has an earbud in one ear, the other dangling down her chest.

"Lieutenant Karlsson?" Gen slips into a spot near the pilot's bunk, looking somewhat tentative. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I was wondering if I might have a word."

Jess flicks a glance up through her lashes as she's addressed, and lifts a finger off the page. "Just a sec—" she says. Nib scratches on paper for another moment - she presses too hard, it's obvious just from listening - and then turns the pen longways between her fingers, weaving it between knuckles. She tugs the other earbud out and straightens up as much as is possible for a tall person in a low-ceilinged bunk. "Sure. What's up?"

"May I sit?" Iphigenia inquires, and she'll wait for permission before doing so. "It's about Ari." Not Captain Cole. This is a personal thing, or perhaps the chaplain is making use of her liberty to be casual under regulations.

Jess's brow furrows, and she says, "What about him? Is he alright?" She only somewhat belatedly replies to the first part, making a 'sure, whatever,' sort of gesture towards the bunk. It's a tidy space, bed precisely made, photos tacked up on the wall at the foot, other personal items kept largely out of sight.

Iphigenia considers a moment, as she moves to sit down. "No," she decides to say. "He's really not. Something happened to him on Aerilon."

"Yeah, he got hung up in a tree for a while and shot and infected," Jess says dryly, "But I take it that's not what you mean." She seems a little skeptical, resistant more like. Her wrist cracks with the sharpness of the gesture when she flicks her head towards Iphigenia and says, "Go on, then. What is it?"

"I don't know." Gen admits. "He'll be undergoing a psych eval with Dr. Gade before he's cleared for flight duty; I hope that she can help him." There's a small sigh, and her lips press together in a thin, tight line. "I've been assigned to go on a mission to Picon that's leaving tomorrow. I'm not sure when I'll be back, though I doubt it will be too long. I know you are his very good friend, and I hope that you won't take it as questioning that when I ask if you would please look out for him while I'm gone. Not that you wouldn't, but…" she trails off. "I'm sorry. This isn't coming out right."

Jess frowns harder. The butt of the pen raps against the notebook in a nervous-obnoxious taptaptaptaptaptap that she doesn't seem to notice. "What do you think is wrong with him?" she presses after a silent moment, "He's been asleep every chance I've had to get in there since he came back, I haven't spoken with him. But he seemed fine when they brought him in, just high or a little bit out of it or something. It's not like he wasn't recognizing people or didn't know where he was."

Iphigenia considers the question carefully. "I couldn't say for certain. But you saw how undernourished he was, and how brutal his injuries were. I think he may have seen terrible things on Aerilon. He needs people who care for him, but won't coddle him, while he's recovering. I'm not asking you to try to get it out of him, just…be there, please. If he seems to need it." She seems worried that somehow Jess will take offense at her plea.

Jess does bristle at it, cutting a sharper look towards Iphigenia. "Of course I'm going to be there. I've been friends with him a hell of a lot longer than you have." She looks down at her notebook, seeming to rapidly regret her tone, though not enough that she apologizes. She just rubs at an eyebrow and shrugs, "He'll pull through. We've been through plenty of shit before, whatever this was he'll get through it. Figures it was frakking Aerilon." She rubs at her cheek briskly and shrugs again, shaking her head jerkily, "Yeah, it'll be fine. I'll be around."

To her credit, Gen doesn't flinch in the face of Jess' ferocity. "Thank you." is all she says, and rises from the bunk. "I knew you were the best person I could speak to."

Jess nods unevenly and looks up from her book, saying, "Yeah." She nods again, presses her lips into a sliver of a tight smile and says again, "Yeah. Good of you to look out for him, too. Good luck on Picon, lieutenant. I hear it's a mess down there, too."

Iphigenia smiles faintly. "I will be doing my very best to stay in one piece." she assures, and murmurs, "Have a good evening, Lieutenant." With that, she'll leave Jess be.

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