MD #002: Making A List
Making A List
Summary: Conversationsa nd Catchcup in the Mess
Date: 11/04/17
Related Logs: Loosely The Explosive Enemy Within
Fischer Toby Penta Henry 
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.
MD #002

Stepping into the mess hall, Fischer looks around a little carefully, stepping over to get himself some food, waiting in line for the few moments it takes him to get his meal now. When that's done, he looks around to try to find an empty seat, shaking his head briefly as he looks at the people present. "So many youngsters," he remarks, to himself.

Toby has had a few variants on the 'old man' jokes already, the total number likely only that low due to the subdued atmosphere after the bombing. He himself ahs spent his shift washing blood off the deckplates and walls. He stopped to shower and change before heading for food though, because there's nothing like traipsing through communal areas covered in bits of people's mates. His plate is more a selection of items than a full portion of any, but he's making his way through it steadily as Fischer passes. Hearing the remark he mutters a quiet, "so, so many."

Penta walks in at this point. He beelines for the coffee, but the look on his face? It's beyond merely grim.

Pausing as he hears Toby's words, Fischer turns to offer the man a nod. "Now that's someone hard to forget," he offers, a bit lightly. Studying the man for a few moments, he grins, "Good to see a familiar face around, though. How have you been?" He hasn't noticed Penta's entrance yet.

Toby doesn't immediately notice Penta either, given he's looking at Fischer. "Take a seat if you want," he offers, given there's a few around him, "sorry to hear about your boss by the way." Look, see, he can be nice to marines. "I heard they reckon it's APF, that true? Killed a few of them after the war, got no objection to killing more I've got to say, if it comes to that." Then, as he leans back in his seat he spots Penta and tilts his head towards the major, asking Fisch, "new boss?"

Penta gets coffee, and gets kinda-sorta-nagged by an enlisted Marine into actually having food for dinner too, before he turns to look for somewhere to sit. Eventually, he winds up sitting not quite by himself, but where there aren't many people around.

Moving to take the seat, Fischer nods at Toby's words, "Thanks…" he replies, a bit quietly. As for the mention of the APF, he shrugs a little. "I haven't seen any evidence pointing one way or the other. I would have to examine that to have any solid ideas about who it could have been." A very police answer, isn't it? "But then again, the APF would be the most likely suspects…" Glancing over, he notices Penta, offering a polite nod.

Toby watches Penta for a moment as the major ends up sat near-by but he doesn't know the marine beyond a conversation or two over twenty years ago, so he merely raises his mug silently should he turn to look. Then, back to Fisch and rolls his eyes slightly at the reply, "word from one of the lasses who was there is that the fraker used one of their battlecries. Add my name to list of those who’ll put the boot in if you find any more would you? Although I'm happy to wait my turn till you guys have all been first given the circumstances."

Into this 'lively' debate comes Henry, one of the 'youngsters'. Just getting into his off-duty time, Henry still has his Officer uniform on… with the colors and the overalls making it clear he's in Engineering. A look to one, then the other, then the other, before Henry heads over to grab some food for himself.

"True, but in order to get a…" Fischer begins, before he trails off, shaking his head a little bit. "Sorry. Old habits die hard, I guess." A brief pause as he begins to eat some of his food, before he adds, "As for the APF, we had a few cases involving their people back on Picon too."

"It was Picon I was kill 'em on," Toby notes as he eats, "did work protecting some of the construction sites for about eighteen months. Not sure how many I got, but clearly not enough." Henry's entrance is noted, and the engineer gets a brief upnod in greeting, "looks like you survived the Chief so far then Captain?"

Fischer nods again as he hears Toby's words, "Ah, yes. I remember a bit about those events," he replies, taking a sip of his drink. Turning slightly to look to Henry as well, offering the man a polite nod. "Sir."

Toby shrugs faintly to Fischer, "doubt it made the news, frakkers were sticking their noses about all the time. We had contacts most weeks, some worse than others." It doesn't seem to be something he wants to go into great detail over dinner though, so leaves it there. "You get up too much these last twenty years?"

"Work, and being a family man. Spent the years doing law enforcement back home. Had one daughter from before, she lived down on Piraeus for most of the war. Got a son as well, fine kid." A brief pause as Fischer smiles momentarily. "How about you? Aside from protecting construction sites, that is."

"Mostly?" Toby replies with a faint hint of sadness, "mostly trying to get to P. Did some salvage work out on the fleet at Hera, then to Picon, then the rest on Minos. 'bout the closest thing to a home left, lots of us ended up there," us being Taurans in this case. "Like I said though, you find any of those toaster-lovers, put my name on the list. I've got some big boots I need to break in."

Fischer nods a little as he hears that, eating most of what's left of his food. "I'll make sure to put you on that list," he replies.

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