AWD #391: Deck - Marine Liaison
Deck - Marine Liaison
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Date: Day/Month/Year (OOC Date)
Related Logs: A Right Balls of an Idea
Niamh Toby 
Rec Room - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
With several smaller rec rooms spread throughout the ship, this one is the largest by far and is the primary recreation location aboard the ship. Longer than it is wide, with several hatches in and out, the room is divided by load-bearing beams that section it off into equal thirds. There are a dozen tables, couches, and coffee tables set up — though all of the tables and chairs are the drab metal of the rest of the fleet. The couches seem to have been purchased privately and moved in here at some point in the past, heavy use and careful patching evident. Magazines are strewn around randomly, as are racks of books, plus a couple flatscreen televisions set up. Along one wall are several billiards tables, along with a bar for coffee and snacks.
AWD #391

Off shift and taking in some different scenery, Niamh has herself ensconced in a corner where she can comfortably observe the comings and goings of her fellow ship-mates. The scrawny redhead is sitting sideways on a sofa, legs crossed indian-style with her notebook set comfortably on one knee. She's got a bottle of water and a cup of coffee long since gone cold, set on a table beside her. She seems quite relaxed and in her own little world, pencil tapping lightly against her notebook as her green eyes stare off into space, not really looking at anything in particular.

Toby has been off-shift for a while, long enough for a spot of time in the gym, shower, and food. Finishing off an apple he ducks through a hatch into the rec room and tosses the core into a bin before making for the coffee machine. Better than the mess' at this time of day. Once he's adequately supplied he ambles over towards am empty settee then spots Niamh and alters course to sit nearby. "Callaghn," he greets, "you look like you're on the least subtle stakeout in the history of humanity. You thinking of swapping into the MPs?"

Niamh visibly jumps, obviously not entirely aware of Toby's arrival until he actually speaks to her. She automatically flinches and ducks her head until she realizes it's him and her eyes blink a couple times. "Oh… uh… well…" The Crewman looks around the rec-room and then back to him, "Oh, no… no I don't think so. I'd be a terrible MP. Besides… you like to beat them up and I'm enjoying not being beaten on every second of the day, so no… don't think I'm going to be going anywhere. I mean, I'm going on shift later, but…" She stumbles to a halt and blinks, looking a bit confused for a second. Then she gives Toby a bright smile and laughs, shaking her head slightly. "It's quieter in here, than the Mess." Because that explains everything.

Toby leans back in his chair as Niamh starts, letting her go on without attempting to butt in, just letting her go on until she's done. "It's not specifically MPs," he notes after a mouthful of coffee, "it's more marines in general. A minor point I know, but actually strangely relevant just now. You got a moment to talk a potential research project? I took it to the Chief earlier and she reckons it might go faster with marine help. Anyway, to limit the issues that might occur, we agreed to have a liaison to the marines for the project, and she named you."

"Me!?" Niamh shoots upright, no longer quite so relaxed as she was a moment ago. "Why me? I m-mean… sure, okay, but I might not be very good at it. I'm … I… " She blinks at Toby and looks more than a little shocked. "Me?" Her fingers twitch and she automatically checks over her pockets, adjusting their fastenings, then lifting to tug hair back into place. Then dropping to check her pockets again. "Well,… Um… er… okay?" Stopping to take a breath, she mumbles something under her breath and looks down at her notebook, like she suddenly remembered it's there. "What's the project?"

Toby has an idea of why Niamh's name was thrown into the mix, but he can't say for certain so doesn't speculate. "You," he simply confirms, "definitely you, unless you're hiding a relative about somewhere she knows about and I don't." He shrugs faintly, then gets down to the nitty gritty. "I've had an idea for a way to suppress fires in confined spaces without having to get as close as you do with an extinguisher. Basically a ball you can throw that would release suppressant chemicals upon impact. Now the contents shouldn't be too hard to sort, but the casing is going to be tricky, and the Chief reckons their demolitions types might have some useful input. You're job is to talk to them, find out if that's right or not."

"Huh." Niamh sits back, her pencil resumes its light tapping against her notepad, a small crease forms between her eyes as she ponders the project. "That's…. brilliant." Focusing her attention on Toby, she narrows her eyes for a moment, then grins, "Frakking brilliant. I like it. I'll go see if I can find someone now, shall I? I mean, the sooner it gets going, the better, right? Right?" Reaching for her coffee - long since gone cold - she lifts it to her lips and takes a sip, then pulls a face and sets it aside, snatching up her water, instead. Her free hand flipping the notebook closed and tucking the pencil inside.

"I'd save proclaiming it as brilliant until it's shown to work," Toby notes in an attempt to be cautious, but it's fair to say that he's not complaining about being called brilliant. "It's an idea that was tried a long time ago with water and didn't work, but now we have chemicals and powders I think we might have a change. Just need to sort delivery, as I said." As she seems keen to get started he smiles, and takes another sip of his own drink. "Now is as good a time as any I suppose, don't let me keep you if you have an idea already."

"An idea?" She straightens into a sitting position, feet on the floor, mostly and leaning forward slightly. "Idea about what?" Her head tilts as she puts her water down again and tucks her notebook into a pocket, triple checking the fastening before retaking her water and uncapping it, to take a sip. Then gripping the uncapped water between her knees, she reaches down to tighten the laces on her boots while she waits for his reply.

Toby watches the ritual without comment, although by the expression that's trying to form on his face he's likely faintly amused. Eventually though, once she's finished with her boots, he supplies the simple answer, "of who to talk to, and where to find them."

"Oh." Niamh blinks then, grins and shrugs, "Haven't a clue. I'll probably just go find myself a Marine and ask, and go from there. I've got a few hours before I go on shift again, I'm sure I'll be able to find someone who'll know who I need to speak to. If all else fails I'll just go to their barracks. Folks gotta sleep at some point." And she's totally serious, she'd definitely stalk the barracks in search of a demolitions expert.

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