| Home Sweet Home |
| Summary: | Or something like that. Phin and Tasha talk on their hometown, which they apparently share. |
| Date: | 08/03/2013 (OOC Date) |
| Related Logs: | Nah |
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| Viper Squadron — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion |
| 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 #61 |
Standing near her bunk, Tasha rolls her shoulders with one hand pressed to her shoulder rubbing at her neck. Looking into her locker, the young woman fishes around and pulls out out her flight jacket and tosses it on the bunk before turning back to bend down and sit on her lower bunk.
Phin is just coming back into the berths. In his blues, jacket unbuttoned. Has the whole 'just getting off' look about him. He offers a general "Hey" to those hanging about the berths as he steps in.
Looking up from where she is sitting, Tasha allows a grin to touch upon her lips while meeting Phin's gaze while he walks into the bunks, " Hey… Just coming off shift?" A brow arches as she leans back on one arm and tilts her head to the side so that a few locks of hair spills across her brow. " Heard the op got pushed back twenty four hours… You still on for a go with it?"
"Yep," Phin answers, as to his shift. He heads to his locker, where he sets about trading his blues in for off-duties. He strips down to his boxers without any particular shyness, and continues talking while he changes. "And yep on the other, too. Unless I get some random assignment, but I don't in that's going to happen. I got a little experience flying in Erebos, which was a frakking mess. Looks like this is going to be even worse. Comms'll barely work and shit. We've been practicing light signals and stuff in the sims."
Continuing to lean back on one arm while sitting on the bunk, Tasha listens intently while dipping her chin to her chest and then glancing over towards some of the knik knacks sitting onher shelf. "Sounds good… Sorry I've been missing out so it's probably best I've got CAP tomorrow and won't make the patrol… Good luck though."
Phin shrugs as he pulls his tank top on over his head. Which is kind of awkward. "Beauty of the Navy. Just do what they tell you to do, and that's usually right. I wouldn't worry about it. Missing anything, I mean. Storm said these missions are going to take weeks, even with Vipers lending the Raptors spotter support, so you'll probably get a chance to get out there." Redressed, he goes to dig around in his bunk. He doesn't actually get into it, just climbs the ladder up (he's on a top one) and sifts around like he's looking for something.
Turning on her bunk, Tasha spreads out and lays back only to fluff up her pillow before resting her head back, " I'm not to worried… Like you said there will be plenty of recon ops to be had in the coming weeks." Arching her back and then relaxing, she closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a heavy breath. " So where you off to now?" She inquires without really looking for the time.
"Not anywhere, for awhile," Phin says. He eventually retrieves a deck of cards, which he takes over to the table in the middle of the room. "I kind of want to decompress, y'know? Anyway, apart from the CAP schedules, how're you liking the ship so far? Is it much different than…where were you before, anyway?" She's probably mentioned it, but he didn't pin down the detail in his brain.
With a tilt of her head, Tasha looks over as you gather up some cards and go towards the center table. " Avengers here on the Orion since the mission start… Before that Battle Star one one four Night flight with Viper Flight six isx the Hard Six….. You?" Blinking through a few strands of hair, the viper pilot seems relaced as she takes in your own mood.
Phin sets the cards down on the table and sits in a chair. Then he begins shuffling them. He's got fairly deft hands, or at least knows cards enough to do the flitty shuffle tricks with them. "Flight school," he replies with a wry chuckle. "I got my wings at Hermes base on Picon just before getting assigned here. This is my first. Hell of a way to pop, huh?"
Listening, Tasha rolls onto her side and slips a hand across her abdomen idly while propping her head in the palm of her hand, " Suprised I havne't seen you in the corridor but then again Avengure wing is on the other side of the ship and I tended to stick there." Well your making a good name for yourself nad got promoted to lieutenant juinor grade so I think you have a bright future ahead of you."
"Much as any of us do right now. Thanks, though." Phin starts breaking up the cards into piles, as one would for a game of solitaire, though with a glance at Tasha he asks, "You want to play something? I know how to deal Tri-Seven." Colonial name for 21. "My mom was a dealer for awhile at some of the casinos back home. Among other things." His accent has been softened and sanded off around the ages, but there's an unmistakable Scorpia drawl to some syllables if you're looking for it. "Yeah. Kind of surprising but kind of not. It's a big ship, and we've all been hyper-busy. Can't say I've had time to get to know everybody on it."
Without moving, Tasha drums her fingers idly upon her stomach while listening with a wry grin, " I grew up in a casino pretty much on Scorpia so cards are pretty much a second nature to me… You grow up in the capital or one of the outlying cities?" She inquires somewhat piqued with intrest as he discusses a smilimair homeworld background.
"Did my school years in Celeste, yeah," Phin says, when she mentions the capital. "High school. Or, what was my high school classes, technically. I didn't get out into the city itself that much, except in the summer. Liked parts it, though. Liked the mountains more. Worked a couple summers on the paragliding resorts trying to scrape together some cubits." He's kind of hedging as he says all that, though, so he amends, "That was just from when I was fourteen, though. I was born in the 'Bay." Argentum Bay, that is.
Wetting her lips and giving a sly grin, Tasha rolls onto her stomach and crosses her ankles before bending her knees up, " Yeah? I used to run just outside of Argentum bay. Had some boys I would go out with for a week at a time and camp out in a secluded cove and swim out there. Was good times." Looking own and blinking a few times, she adds a bit quieter. " Was good times…" Not one to be morose though, she rolls onto her side again and swings both legs out to sit back up and then stands up to walk over to where he is sitting.
"It was something," Phin says wry, about his hometown, concentrating on splitting up the cards. He's apparently opted for Solitaire. "No kidding? Do not meet many 'Bay folk in the officer corps. Though one of the engineering officers also came up there so…I guess sometimes you do. Some of the beaches were nice. It was hard to find the good places to swim and surf, though. The ones closest to town were mobbed with drunk co-eds. Maybe if I'd stuck around town when I was older I would've gotten out to more places like that." Not that he sounds precisely regretful.
Both hands grasp at the back of an unoccupied chair as Tasha stands there leaning into it to look down at his game of one, "Yeah? Well not many of any of us left a tthis point I'm sure…. Still…" Wetting her lip and lifting one hand to run through her hair, she tilts her head to the side meeting your gaze. " You know I try to get together with some friends every once in a while to get some Triad on. Ante is what you bring as far as odds and ends that some may want. If you every want a seat I'll make sure you know when we meet up next time."
"That is true enough right there," Phin says, about there not being many of them left. Makes him look up from his card-plucking. "Sure. It'd be fun to get a game together. We could just bring stuff in for barter, since cubits are kind of worthless." A pause and he asks, "So, you get back to the 'Bay at all after you joined up? I didn't set foot on Scorpia again, after I got out of the Ares school in Celeste. My brother spent a few years back there before he reupped, though."
Grinning from ear to ear, Tasha takes a step back while still holding the chair in her hands and arches her back while lifting her chin to maintain eye contact, " Sure… Had some down time and went back… You know did the whole had a boy back home thing and visited my grandparents, old friends, and my mother typ thing?" With a tilt of her head, she rolls her fingers and inquires with simple curious intrest. " What about you… Got someone or had someone special?"
"Back home? Not exactly," Phin says, grin crooking wryly. "I didn't keep in touch with many people back on-world, except a couple in Celeste. My mom was still in the 'Bay, but hadn't seen her in a couple years." Shrug. Maybe a touch of regret, but he moves on quick enough. "What was it like? The last time you went back? I mean, I can't imagine it changing but…" Shrug.
When he doesn't allude to haveing or had a love intrest, Tasha merely smirks and stands up stright before dropping one hand to her side and running the other through the unbound length of her hair… With the other hand moving to her hip and turning to the side, she looks towards the corridor and then back, " Same… lots crushed hopes and dreams for those looking for that easy money. " She inhales and then lets her head fall back sighing out with tired expasperation. " But it was home and I got to see alot of familiar places and even went to that old grease dive Perry Burgers off the strip… God what I wouldn't give for a double bacon cheese burger and some chips with a tall soda." A light laugh escapes parted lips as she shakes her head. " Maybe even add a little rum to the soda when no one is looking."
"Perry's?" Phin chuckles. "Gods, I can't believe that thing hasn't been shut down yet. It practically had rats bussing tables. They did have kind of awesome chili fries, though. If you didn't mind the grease. When I was ten I thought they were good, anyway. As I recall it was a bring-your-own-rum situation. Not that a lot of diners didn't." For the rest, he shrugs. "Yeah, I mean, it was what it was. Kind of wish I'd gone back for at least a weekend, though. You only see things a certain way when you're a kid. Get some perspective, you can look at different angles."
INhaling through parted lips, Tasha turns back to face Phin and simply allows an easy smile to play across parted lips, " Yeah well…" She brings a hand up and taps the forefinger to her brow and cocks her head to the side. " It's still all up here now… Sometimes I like ti imagine going back when I'm laying in my bunk and can't sleep at night." She blinks a few times and then rolls her head upon her shoulders before thinking. " You ever catch any of the shows at the Grand? " Lifting a brow curiously, she leans into the bunk and then crosses both arms under her breast.
"For better or worse, yeah," Phin says, tapping the side of his temple with a fingertip. He's sorting through the cards kind of absently, attention more on the conversation. "It's funny. Used to imagine I was anywhere but there when I was a kid. I know what you mean, though, way things are now." As for the Grand, he shakes his head. "Never was old enough. Saw the billboards and stuff, though."
Without ellaborating, Tasha simply nods about him never having gone and simply lowers her chin and glances to the floor for a moment, " Pity that… Well hey I'm going to hit the head for a bit and be back. I'll try to catch you around the ship for that game later."
"Later," Phin says simply, returning his attention to his cards.