AWD #088: The Fabric of Society
The Fabric of Society
Summary: Deeply serious discussion in the hanger bay. Deeply. Honest.
Date: 04/04/2013
Related Logs: None
Toby Sera 
Hanger Bay, Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Each hangar deck is divided into five one-hundred yard sections, each divided from the others by massive blast doors that close vertically from the floor and overhead. Each hangar section houses all of the Vipers, Raptors, and Predators that the wing operates as well as the vital work areas to support and maintain these fighting platforms. Each bay is large enough to accommodate one of these frames and still get heavy work done, though the fore- and aft-most sections are dedicated to overhauls and major work to be done. The bays along the center section are located across from launch tubes and elevators in order to provide scramble and Alert-Five capabilities. The second-to-aft bay provides major elevator and transport access to the starboard bay as well as the major manufacturing facility. Due to the nature of the work, the hangar decks are major hubs of activity at all hours of the day and all but four hours overnight.
AWD #88

Another day in the hanger and life continues apace. It's largely routine maintenance on the board and with no apparent sign of any big missions heading out to the colonies it seems that someone somewhere has decided it's time for a 'hot landing' drill. As such, for the past couple of hours, sections of the deck, engineering and medical crews have been running through an exercise up on the landing zone.

Given his prior experiences in civilian life Toby had found himself unsurprised to be assigned to one of the fire teams and after an initial period of adjustment to the specifics of dealing with burning birds it had almost been business as usual. All done and dusted now though and he, along with a group of others are stepping off the elevator onto the deck of the bay on their way to the head to de-kit, shower and change for the rest of their shift.

Late. Sera is running late for a shift. She's never late. Ever. The woman hasn't missed a day of work in over eleven years — not even the time(s) she was suffering the side-effects of anti-radiation meds, which are not particularly pleasant. Granted, it's only by two minutes, but she seems none too happy about it. She's still scrambling to pull her coveralls up over her off-duties as she stalks through the hatch, wincing as she pulls rough fabric up over the raw skin of a relatively fresh tattoo. She has her helmet in one hand and is muttering under her breath as she heads over to snag the rest of her safety gear.

Toby may be the new guys, but he's already learnt well enough that it's unlike Sea to be late and so when he sees her hurrying it causes him to pause a moment. That doesn't stop him stepping back half a pace to ensure he's not in her way as she heads in his vague direction mind. "Everything alright PO?" he asks, once she's close enough that he doesn't have to yell, "I can be back in ten if you need a hand with anything." Ten minutes leaves no time for a shower, but then all he'd likely be doing is getting messy again so the offer is made.

"Yeah. Some inconsiderate frakker decided to take my clothes out of the dryer this mornin', so literally every pair of pants I have that ain't jeans or sweats was still soakin' wet," she grumbles. If Sera finds out who messed with her clothes, someone's likely to get ripped a new one. Her answer would also explain the distinctly uncomfortable look on her face — she's probably wearing clothes that are still damp.

There's not a huge amount Toby can do about that but offer a sympathetic wince, which he does. "Did you manage to get them back in after you found out?" he asks, glancing briefly in the direction of the hatch out of the bay, "only I'm supposed to go shower and change and stuff so I probably have time to sneak up to the laundry and throw 'em in for you if you need. Assuming it's just your issued stuff that is, I ain't trying to be pervy or ought."

Sera stops dead for a minute. And then, gods bless her, she starts to laugh. It's really something she ought to do more often, because it positively lights up her face. The sound is warm, and free, and more than a little infectious. "I'm not worried, Shacks. No offense, but I think you're a bit on the thick side to be borrowin' my knickers." There's even a hand gesture to accompany it, one which focuses largely on making a physical demonstration of the size of the Tauran's hips in comparison to hers. "I got 'em in for a bit longer," she says between chuckles. "But sure. Thanks."

Toby may just have to kill Ajax for spreading that contraction of his name, but that can wait for later. Hard to commit violence against a man who isn't around after all. Instead he raises an eyebrow to Sera and glances down at himself, "you saying I'm fat?" he replies, feigning hurt, "I mean, I know this gear ain't exactly flattering but there's no need for that surely."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, if I were you. Orange ain't anybody's color, an' I'm sure all the gents will be blown away when they see you all gussied up in your best dress at temple on Sundays," she says with the cheeky sort of grin that suggests she knows she can get away with saying it. "If you ask nice, I might even let you borrow some of what's left of my lipstick."

Toby takes the opportunity to lean on a bulkhead now this seems to have degenerated into actual conversation. "You know, hate to have to admit it, but I just don't have the legs for most dresses. I think I can just about pull of orange though, not under these lights mind, but done right…" He grins there for a moment then nods, "I shall be sure to hold you to that should the need arise and you know, anytime you wanna borrow any of my aftershave or what just let me know."

"Man, at the rate we're goin', I may just. Sooner or later, I'm goin' to run out of proper perfume." Probably later. Something like that is generally wasted on deck, where Sera ends up carrying the scent of Eau de Tylium Fuel by the end of the day. "An' then where will we be? All the ladies will end up havin' to use the same Fleet-issued bar soap as everybody else. We'll run out of disposable razors! The fabric of society will break down. Forget about the nukes; when all the girls aboard are hairy an' smell funny, you'll know it's the apocalypse."

"Think of as good for unit cohesion," Toby replies with a sage-like done, "all the guys are already hairy and smell funny, now you lasses get to be so as well. It's true equality that is." The mention of apocalypse gets a faint twitch, but he controls it and keeps going, "I'm sure some bright spark on planet will find a plant that can be abused into creating something. We've got chemists and such right? I'm sure they have nothing better to do than keeping the fleet looking beautiful."

One hand, with its perpetually grey-tinged fingertips, reaches up to stifle a laugh. A good thing, too, because it isn't a warm one, so much as a cackle. Thank the gods for the sounds of heavy machinery at work, or a laugh like that would probably echo in a room this big. "We'll categorize it as mission-critical for repopulatin' the human race. 'Cause otherwise, we'll be stuck waitin' 'til you poor boys are at the point of thinkin' the algoricans down planet look good, before comin' near any of us."

Toby dons that look of mock hurt again. "You suggesting we're all shallow, heartless bastards who care only for a woman's appearance and are incapable of seeing their true self beneath the grime? I'm hurt PO, hurt. Can't you appreciate our delicate souls?" He would say more, but he just can't keep a straight face while doing so.

"No," she says, stuffing her tongue into her cheek until it bulges outwards in a lump. It's super attractive, that expression. But then her eyes light up with mischief and she says, stretching up onto her tiptoes to do it, "In case you haven't noticed, Shacks, I've actually talked to most all of you at some point or another."

Toby tsks, and snaps his fingers in front of him, "damnit, oh well, it was worth a try." There's that abbreviation of his name again and he just shakes his head slightly, "I think this delicate soul may need to have words with have words with Medvedev's at somepoint though, I promise not to break him too hard though, and maybe wait until after he's finished taking me through the systems on the vipers."

"Hey, I ain't dumb enough to get in the middle of two knuckledraggers swingin' hammers at each other," she says, holding her hands up, palms out. "I like keepin' my teeth in my head. You boys can work that out on your little twosome. In the mean time, I got to get to work before my CPO hands me my own ass on a plate, yeah?"

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