AWD #089: Goldbricking
Goldbricking
Summary: Agrippa waits for his release from Sickbay after his encounter with a murderous skinjob. Some visitors relieve the boredom.
Date: 05/04/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Takedown of a Toaster
Agrippa Chase Holtz Phin 
Sickbay — Deck 3 — Battlestar Orion
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area.
AWD #89

The Grippah is currently lying in bed, his appointment with the head shrink doctor is most likely soon and the Viper jock is feeling restless. He never liked his first day in the Recovery Ward when he was first rescued and it's the same way right now. For now he is just looking up boredly at the vid screen which is always on mute.

Into Sickbay wanders Phin. Under his own power and in seemingly perfect health, so probably not to make use of its services. News of the incident last night traveled fast, so it's probably what brought him here. He asks about the state of Agrippa, and is pointed in the direction of the bed the other pilot now occupies. He heads in that direction. "Punch. Hey." He makes an effort not to sound particularly concerned, though he probably is a bit.

A promise is a promise whether regretted or not. A Marine dressed in fatigues steps into the sickbay, honey colored eyes already moving around until they rest on the patient. The slip from him briefly, checking to see if the doc was around, to save time, but since the one from the previous night isn't seen immediately, her gaze returns to the pilot and remain there. Hup two three. With brisk steps, Chase approaches the bed, though remains back far enough to give the person ahead of her time with the patient. Standing at ease, she transfers her gaze away to give them tat remaining privacy.

Holtz isn't quite so considerate as Chase. The newly-minted major strides into sickbay, shouldering past patients, visitors, and medical personnel until he gets to his intended destination: Agrippa's bedside. Once he gets there, he makes a show of looking the ensign over. "Well, Grip, I don't see any new holes in you," he remarks. He'd probably sound more concerned if Agrippa did have a bullet hole or two in him; as it is, he sounds more sarcastic than anything else.

When the pilots arrive to visit, Agrippa definitely looks more happy right now as boredom appears to be at an end, at least temporarily. First a wave is given to Phin and then Holtz who follows after, "Hey Dolly. And you're right, Bossman, no holes, luckily." Punchdrunk also catches the Marine from last night and points her out to the pilots, "She's the one that saved my rear. Took a clean shot at that skinjob's head, dead center, while I was being held hostage." He also gives her a wave, more or less an invitation to join.

"Major Holtz, sir," is the extent of Phin's greeting to his SL, though it's said with a broad grin. It implies warm congrats on the new hardware. He steps out of the way, for both his boss and Chase. When he hears Agrippa's story, he cracks a half-smile at the Marine. Description of the shot makes him look impressed. "Thanks. Alex is a good guy. Would've sucked to lose him to that skinjob. Not to mention the service you did the ship, taking out that monster."

Standing to the side with a passively neutral expression, Chase is good at pretending not to overhear conversations, though if her lips quirk just the slightest at the sarcasm in the tone of the Major, she is quick to correct this slight. As soon as the pilot waves her over, she approaches, offering a nod to the three of them, taking them in all with a quick sweep of her gaze before it settles on Agrippa, then Phin. She may appear unfriendly at first, but she's just very disciplined. Her eyes hold warmth her expression doesn't and she nods to the pilot speaking to her. "He seemed worth saving," finally relenting and cracking a brief smile. "I'm just glad the Cylon is dead, too."

"Oh yeah?" Holtz turns to look at Chase with new respect in his eye, nodding to the marine. "Nicely done, Corporal. Bastard had it comin'." He turns back to Agrippa. "Glad you didn't go and get yourself killed, either, Ensign." A beat. "Hate to have to scrounge up a new pilot. Ain't exactly a dime a dozen these days, you know." There's a smirk, though his expression isn't entirely uncaring. He turns that grin on Phin a moment later, an implied thanks for the implied congratulations.

A smile is also given to Chase if she chooses to join them, Agrippa nodding his head in agreement to what Phin said about the ship losing an amazing asset if the Viper jock was indeed killed yesterday. "Thanks. I think." He says with a laugh of amusement when the Marine mentions that she thinks he is worth saving. Punchdrunk then nods at Holtz, "It happened all too quickly, was turning the corner of a corridor and there that frakker was, in my face."

"So say we all," Phin murmurs emphatically at Chase's words, as to being glad the Cylons is dead. The implied thanks from Holtz just earns a short inclination of his head, but it's clear this turn of rank events pleases him. "They going to keep you here much longer?" he asks Agrippa. "You don't look too frakked up. Well, no more than usual." The latter was a joke, accompanied by a slight grin.

"Thank you, Major, Sir, it was a team effort." Shifting her position once more to at ease, she nods briefly to Phin at his words, in full agreement with him before Chase finally addresses the patient. "I just stopped by to make sure you were fine, that there were no lasting effects from last evenings situation. I didn't expect to see you here still, did they find something wrong?"

"That's what I'm wonderin' myself," Holtz says dryly, following Chase's question. "You better not be goldbrickin', Grip." He jabs an accusing finger at the ensign, but it's clear from the expression on his face it's not a serious accusation.

Shaking his head, Agrippa replies with a definite negative, "Don't think so, I have an appointment for a Psych test coming up really soon, just to make sure I'm still all there upstairs, don't see why I wouldn't be. Then I should be back on active flight duty." He does answer with a grin as well at Phin's joke. He then nods at Chase, "Thank you for our concern, Corporal, I'm doing well. Nothing wrong, the doc is just busy I guess." At Holtz's concern, Punchdrunk can only smirk, "No way, Bossman, I hate it here. So frakking boring."

Phin makes a face when Agrippa mentions a psyche test. "Damn, shrinks. That sucks. Hopefully you can get it done quick. "You want me to grab you anything from the berths or wherever? It would get seriously boring being stuck in here."

"Uh oh, the dreaded psych test. Had one of those myself. Just don't seem too upbeat or they'll know you're faking it. Don't be too depressed or you'll find yourself in a straight jacket in a padded cell." Words of wisdom from Chase. With another quick smile, she salutes the Major then looks back at the other two. "Glad you're doing well, if you'll all excuse me." Nodding farewell, she'll make her way out and give them privacy.

"Didn't figure. Had to make sure though." Holtz, too, grimaces at the mention of the shrink. "Sucks," he echoes Phin. "Afraid I can't do anything for ya on that score. You know how doctors are." He shrugs before returning Chase's salute. "Headed that way myself," Holtz adds, nodding after the departing marine. "Don't let 'em shrink your head too much, Grip." A sardonic expression on his face, he nods to the pair of pilots before he too heads for the exit.

Holtz leaves, heading toward the Fore Corridor [FC].

Chase leaves, heading toward the Fore Corridor [FC].

"If I'm somehow not cleared, I'll ask you to grab me something, Dolly. Thanks." Agrippa says with a nod of his head before giving both Holtz and Chase a wave from his bed. Happy for the visitors, even if it was a brief one.

"Cool," Phin says with a nod to Agrippa. "Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Hopefully the shrink will get to you fast. Just wanted to swing by and verify you hadn't gotten your head blown off. Would've sucked to lose a good wingman. Later, dude." He'll take his own leave of Sickbay, on that note.

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