AWD #379: Coffees Not Really Good For You
Coffees Not Really Good For You
Summary: A new crew member has rather startling views.
Date: 05/07/2016
Related Logs: None
Gloria Niamh 
Mess Hall - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The Crew Mess on the battlestar is one of the larger rooms meant for occupation. The room is far longer than it is wide with the classic stainless steel tables that can be seen anywhere else on the ship, standard to all navy ships. Most of the chairs match, their padding on the seats worn down after several years. Towards the rear of the room is the food prep area and serving lines. During the time in between meals the Mess will serve midrats, or 'mid-shift rations', such as sandwiches and drinks. Coffee pots are left to run at all hours to keep people going as needed.
AWD #379

It's meal time onboard, one of those meals that overlaps a shift change so those oncoming eat, then those offgoing follow them in. For Gloria she's an offgoing, but one who seems to have managed to be relieved slightly early. Still dressed in her greens she is sat on a table near the coffee, picking at a sandwich.

Niamh is going on shift, but looks like she's still half asleep as she traipses into the Mess in search of food. Her long red hair is in a sloppy braid, with an extra band making an attempt at scraping loose strands back off of her face. At least her coveralls are clean. The skinny Crewman yawns hugely as she helps herself to a sandwich and a bottle of water, before turning to look for an empty spot that's not too far away. Her green eyes land on an empty spot at Gloria's table, and after a second of hesitation, she heads over, flopping down with a sigh, followed by a cheerful grin.

Gloria doesn't recognise Niamh, but then there are a lot of faces on a battlestar, and she's relatively new here herself. The knuckledragger is given a brief nod in greeting as she chews on a crust then, when her mouth is empty, she adds a "hey," to that as well. "You look like you could do with some coffee," she notes friendly, pointing at the bottle of water, "that stuff ain't going to cut it."

Unwrapping her sandwich, Niamh sets about carefully picking it apart, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Bread set carefully to the side, filling set to another side. A small piece of bread is broken off and nibbled on. Then the water is opened. Blinking at the woman who speaks to her Niamh looks a bit confused, then "Oh… right. Well, water first, then coffee. Coffee's not really good for you, you know. It messes up the kidneys. Especially if you're working out a lot." Her Standard, heavily accented by her Tauran roots comes out fast and chattery, followed by a small shrug, "But I'll probably have a cup, anyway. Just not right this second." Another piece of bread is broken off, carefully the same size as the first, and nibbled on.

"You're new around here aren't you," Gloria states with an amused grin, "it's okay, you'll see. This entire fleet runs on coffee. It's not as bad when we're in orbit here, but if we jump anywhere? First thing the service guys do is put the pot on. Seriously." The sandwich routine is eyed briefly, but that passes without comment given what else has been said. "New transfer?" he hazards, given thats where most new faces are from, "picon, or the fleet?"

"Huh… well.. we'll see." Niamh eyes the coffee pot somewhat dubiously and gives another shrug. "Yeah… pretty new. From Picon. I was on a ship before. Just not as big as this one. I don't mind the jumping so much. I mean, it just feels weird. But I am weird, so it's really nothing different for me. Well.. kind of different, but anyway, you know what I mean…" Another sip of water and the bottle is recapped, then she helps herself to a little of the sandwich filling, chewing thoughtfully as she looks around the mess, watching people quietly for a few moments.

Gloria takes a long drink from her own coffee mug then sets it down again. She might not be terribly hungry, but that glorious hit of caffiene is certainly welcome. "I've only been onboard a couple of months myself," she then admits, "was with Blackjack Group before, but since we're all in orbit here they've shuffled crews round a bit and so here I am. "Engineering, or deck," she asks, given the coveralls, "I'm mostly up in CIC myself, although I've been down at the landing zone on P all day working on reprgoramming a pair of rhinos so they'll fly quicker. Not bad down there, but I could do without the raptor ride there and back."

"You don't like flying?" Niamh tilts her head, an amused look on her face. "I think it's kinda fun. Not that I want to be a pilot that's way too much hard work. I like being on board here, not in any rush to go anywhere any time soon. Unless maybe if there's a bar involved. Been a while since I had a real drink, you know? But I'm not expecting any real downtime any time soon. Not if the Pilots keep doing what they're doing to their rides…" She tuts and sips on her water.
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Gloria If you want a bar," Gloria replies, after another nibble of sandwich, "get a weekend pass down to P. There's a place down there called Chairlie's. It's not classy or ought, but it's what we have. Get some gold pips on your shoulder and then you can get into the swankier bit. Rest of us just have to slum it inthe main room though." She shakes her head at the question about flying though, "love the idea of it, anything smaller than a small frigate or so make me sick as a dog. Someone said they reckon it might be an inner ear thing or somesuch, I dunno."

"Eh… that's crap." Niamh replies, a sympathetic nod. "I'm glad I don't get motion sick. I'll look into a weekend pass. It wouldn't be a bad thing, maybe let my hair down a little. Work out some of the kinks. Luckily I'm not a classy person. Wouldn't know wh-.. I mean, even Officers make me nervous. Don't like 'em one bit. Keep thinking they're gonna make me do something. I don't know." Another nibble on a piece of bread. Some more water down the hatch. "Anyway, don't expect I'll be having to worry about it for some time, yet. Got plenty to do up here still."

"It is what it is," Gloria answers with a shrug, "I've got used to the idea of it now. Was a bit of a kicker at first though. Still, they keep me busy upstairs. Most officers though are nothing to be worried about. There's a few pretentious ones about, but most of them are just trying to get on and do their jobs. Check out Charlie's though, if you've never been. It's not the same as a club from back on the colonies, but it makes a massive change from here."

Niamh nods and silently works her way through the sandwich filling, ignoring the bread for the time being. A few sips of water. "Just don't like 'em. But I guess you're right. Sometimes it's nice being at the bottom of the food chain. Might be less of things, but there's less to worry about too. Just get on, do the job and that's that." The redhead seems quite content with this little fact of life she's made up in her head. Then she blinks and looks a bit startled, "Not that being a deckie is short on responsibility. I mean, we gotta keep those ships running and that's not exactly the easiest thing in the world. And you know, I take my job very seriously."

Gloria smiles what she hopes is a calming smile, "oh don't worry, everyone has their responsibilities, even the guy who fills the coffee pot." Especially the guy who fills the coffee pot. "Some just lie in different areas. Some are responsible for people, some for things, and some for information. We need 'em all equally." Finishing the last of her sandwich he then drains her coffee mug and sets her things together on her tray. "It's Gloria by the way, or PO3 Oates if you're being formal, catch you around sometime."

"Crewman Niamh Callaghan," Niamh gives Gloria a bright grin, "Nice to meet you, thanks for letting me share your table, even though I kind of just invited myself and stuff. I should probably get myself going soon too, shift's about to start." Leaning back in her chair, she falls silent, taking another sip of her water, letting the PO get on her way.

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