AWD #538: Laundry Accident
Laundry Accident
Summary: Randy and Toby plot a laundry incident
Date: 11/12/2016
Related Logs: None
Randy Toby 
Observation Deck - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The Obs Deck is one of the more quiet areas on the ship where people can come to get away from the hustle and bustle that goes with the rest of service in the fleet. The front of the room is a very large armored glass window to allow a dominating view of whatever is out ahead of the battlestar. Seats rise up at even levels, plush chairs and couches provided for the crew to relax in. During Condition One an armored plate is lowered down to cover the view and prevent the room from becoming a hazard and sealing it tight.
AWD #538

The plate has been lowered and so the observation deck feels more abandoned and less glorious, somehow not as big as before. Must be the window effect. The deck is now a little more of a place one can find a quiet thought, possibly. Much better than the over-crowded chapel. So Randy finds herself there, seated in a chair and scrubbing her face and head with her hands. Nothing to distract her from her thoughts…yet.

Toby has never been one for the chapel on board, he spoke briefly with one of the priestesses shortly after coming on board, but has never crossed the threshold since. As such, with time to kill, he's out hunting marines. Not just any marine, nor an individual, but any of those who'd been down on Picon a few days ago. With no success in the gym or mess he sticks his head into the obs dome and almost misses Randy as he scans around. Once her identity is confirmed though he steps through he hatch fully and heads over, gloved hands in his pockets in a move he hopes will indicate he's not planning on a punch-up. "Sergeant," he mutters quietly once he's close enough, not wanting this conversation to carry to any others who might be about.

Identity confirming is probably easy enough since Randy's haircut. She's got a bit of dark hair coming in, but it's still in that short spiky stage where everyone and their mother seems to want to touch it were it not for the bullet and surgery scarring slathered across her skull. She lifts her head from her hands as she's addressed. Her right? Wait someone else is here? She glances around and then notices who it is. "Hey Crewman." She presses her lower lip upwards in a mild what the fuck is he talking to me for but okay kind of quizzicalness. "What's up?" she asks, matching his volume.

Toby has clearly opted for the 'get this over with as quickly as fraking possible' mode of conversation, for he skips any kind of preamble and just starts right on point. "The armbands some of your lot were wearing at the funeral, with the Piraean symbol on, how do I get one?" Blunt yes, but not hostile.

"I can get one for you." Randy's tone is totally neutral, as if conducting quiet business in a back room. "It'd be easier than you trying to get one yourself. I'll just say mine got chewed up in the laundry. No one will care." She shrugs.

Toby looks almost suspicious of the ease of that for a moment, but does seem to eer on the side of trusting Randy, for now at least. Decision made he offers a single, slow nod, still not moving his hands, and since she hasn't named a price in return he replies with a simple "thanks. Appreciate it."

"No problem. I'll try to get it to you asap. Not sure whoever's got access is going to be so very happy about me bugging them before Leonis, but it's for a good cause. They can deal." Randy shrugs and then pushes up off her knees. "Where can I find you today? Hangar?" She keeps her volume down still, easy enough to carry it at the same time to someone sitting when one is so short.

Toby considers that question for a moment then nods once more. "Yeah, best bet. If I'm not about pass it to Callaghan and I can get it from her later." He makes a mental not to remember to warn Niamh that that might happen so she doesn’t get spooked.

"Alright. I don't know if anyone will believe me if I say I did laundry, but it'll work," Randy smirks and nods once to Toby in parting before she presumably goes off to convince someone of this minor tragedy. No bumps. Totally casual.

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