| Tough Titty Said the Kitty |
| Summary: | And other folksy Leonis sayings via Zachary on the law in the Air Wing corridor. |
| Date: | 14/02/2013 (OOC Date) |
| Related Logs: | The yet-to-be-posted Fight! |
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| Air Wing Corridors — Deck 2 — Battlestar Orion |
| The hallways are the standardized thoroughfares found on nearly every ship in the Colonial Fleet. Tall enough to accommodate heavy equipment, their half-diamond arches rise almost twelve feet off the decking. About a quarter of the overhead bulbs are Vitamin D lamps, smoothing out the harsh edges of standard-issue fluorescent bulbs. Wired phones are posted every hundred yards and in adjoining halls as well. Heavy bulkhead doors section off the ship into different areas, and each hatch is clearly labeled no matter how large or small. |
| Thu Feb 14 |
The CAG is carrying the latest training logs down the hallway as he heads towards his office to review the films and scores and make any changes that are needed to the training logs.
Cassie arrives from the Squadron Berthings.
Phin strides down the corridor, also headed toward the CAG's office. Though it doesn't seem like he intended to meet Zachary on the way there, because the sight of the man makes him pause. The ensign is sporting a fairly impressive black left eye, but apart from that he's cleaned and pressed in his officer blues.
Holtz is technically off-duty this time of night, but if the collection of binders under his arm is any collection he's been doing a little bit of extra work since his shift ended. He shoots off a distracted-looking wave as he passes Phin, but then does a double take as he sees the ensign's shiner. "Frak, Dolls," he muses with a frown. "Heard there was a dust-up, but nobody told me they gave you a keepsake." A wave at the black eye.
Cassie, post-nap, comes out of the corridor leading to the berthings looking a bit better than earlier and quiet a lot less spun up as a result. Dressed in her off-duties and hurrying to put her hair up, she about barrels into the others, much to her surprise. "Oh frak… sorry!"
"Hey Holtz, McBride." Zachary says in greeting to the two, settling the box in his hands. "At least we'll be able to tell him and his brother apart for the next couple of weeks while this insanity blows over." the CAG offers as he sticks the box under one arm and the other catches Cassie around the waist before she goes tumbling over. "Whoa there, Shoes." he offers as he pulls her back up.
"You should see the other guy, Storm," Phin replies wry, returning the wave. "Well. Not all the other guys. But at least a couple of them totally look worse than this. No worries, Pitera." He side-steps her without any huge threat of collision. Possible temporary depth perception issues aside, he's quite alert to his surroundings. Zachary's remark earns a chuckle. "My brother's more of a boxer than I am, sir, so maybe not. Anyway. I wanted to talk to you about that, if you've got a minute. I mean, I wanted to talk about the MPs."
Ygraine arrives from the Squadron Berthings.
"Evenin', Major," Holtz acknowledges Sheperd with a nod; standing on the edge of the group as Cassie rounds the corner, he has just enough time to step out of the way before she would have crashed into him. "Hey, eyes front, yeah?" he directs at the charging woman, but it's not said with anger. He snorts back in Phin's direction. "Yeah, I'm sure they'll rue the day." A pause. "Still say you shouldn't have let your brother talk you into that haircut. There are less painful ways of distinguishin' yourself from Bear, believe me," he adds dryly.
There miiiiiight be a small bit of flustering over the way she is saved from impending doom and what'd probably be no small amount of teasing if she were to have actually have fallen but Cassie's good at recovering and soon she's able to smile at Zach and the others. "Thanks, sir," she mouths to her hero before stepping back, brushing a hand over her uniform. "Sorry about that, Captain." Phin's looked at and then given a very obvious double-look, this being the first time she's seen him. "Wow. I sure as hell hope the other guy looks worse than you do."
Once he's sure that Cassie is straightened back up, Zachary glances towards Phin. "Sure, Dolly, what do you have on your mind?" he asks as he settles the box back properly in his arms.
"One of them totally does," Phin says to Cassie firmly. As to the other guy. He's sporting a really, really purple black left eye. To Zachary, "Umm…they should leave." That was not the most well-prepared argument. He clears his throat. "Sir, I appreciate everything you said last night, and the way you put a stop to that. And you were right. One of us should've hollered for security sooner. That was my mistake. But having armed guards hanging around is just going to call attention to…" Pause. "…to all the stuff that's making people paranoid."
Ygraine emerges from the Raptor berths, smiling as she starts to say, "Oh hey, Holtzy - " and then there's other people who she begins to wave to and then OH MY GODS PHIN HAS A BLACK EYE. She makes a beeline for him an seizes his chin. "Let me guess. Buzzkill has already squashed any hope I have of ever returning the favor on whatever bitch-baby did this to ya in the first place." She scowls. Thunderclouds!
'Buzzkill' clears his throat. It's not a pleasant smile. "Yes, in fact, Milkshake, Buzzkill did indeed handle it the proper way to handle it." the CAG offers firmly. "The offending CPO and his merry band of Deckies are currently in the brig awaiting the tender mercies of the JAG." he comments flatly as he looks between the others. "As for removing the MPs? No." he says smiply. "One, they destroyed the alert phone, so the Engineers need to repair it. Two, this may not be an isolated incident. Three, I want all of you concentrating on the upcoming ex-fil of Janitor and not aching to go out and search for revenge." he points out. "If any of you even want to suggest doing that, remember that 60 days of CAP where you are rotating 48 on and 8 off will totally frak you up and I will gladly make sure you have to do it. Am I clear, ladies and gentlemen?"
Cassie blinks once and looks at Zach, looking almost like she didn't catch all of what he had to say. Takes a second but it eventually does sink in and her head's bobbed up and down. "I understand, sir." Ygraine is given a quick look and she raises a brow, looking like she's at a loss as to what's the frakk is going on. "Frak, everyone's losing their ever loving minds. Makes me not exactly keen on leaving the berths."
Holtz waves a hand. "No harm, no foul," he says to Cassie, obviously somewhat amused at being 'yes-Captain-sorry-Captain'-ed. His expression tightens, though, when Phin references the fight. He looks like he's about to say something, but his jaw snaps shut when Zachary starts speaking. The man's expression is pinched, but he nods. "I don't think Dolls was suggestin' anything of the sort," he says when Zachary brings up revenge. "Can't say he's wrong, though, about 'em being a distraction. Not sayin' we're gonna go out lookin' for trouble, but I daresay we can handle it if it comes lookin' for us on our own turf."
"I'm fine!" Phin says quickly to Ygraine, turning just little red when she seizes his chin. "You should see the other guy. Way worse." He's even more emphatic about that this time. Her mention of 'returning the favor' gets a blink. Like he's not sure whether to be really touched or somewhat worried by that. Zachary is still his main focus, though. "I can concentrate better without feeling like I need a baby-sitter, sir." Ahem. "All due respect. Like Storm says, we can handle it. We should start keeping the hatch closed, and I'll be careful off-duty. I won't wander dark corridors alone or anything." It's half a joke, but half not. It's something he's plainly thought about. "With them here, it looks as much like somebody's worried about keeping me in as keeping people out. Y'know?"
Ygraine's response is a simple, "Yes sir." as she lets go of Phin's chin, expression mild and blithe. "Oh, hey Holtzy," Ygraine reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small box - not even the size of her palm, so it'll be even smaller in hers. "Think fast." she tosses it to him side-handed.
"When I was growing up, my mom had an expression she would use when I wanted something and it was not really a great idea, and she was going to stick to her idea. Popular saying on Leonis, if I recall right." Zachary comments. "Tough titty said the kitty." he says and shakes his head. "Two weeks and then we'll return to normal, once this shit's passed."
Holtz simply grunts and shrugs at Zachary. No sense in pressing the CAG any further when his mind seems made up, so Storm doesn't waste his time or his breath. "Hey, Shakes, what's — " Ygraine's tossed projectile cuts Holtz off right before he can make a bad shake-related pun. Eyes widening, he reaches up and snatches the flying box out of the air, moving quicker than a man his size seems like he should be able to. He raises an eyebrow in her direction as he examines the contents, a dubious expression on his features. "Toothpicks? You shouldn't have," he remarks dryly, not seeming to understand.
"Sir, I just think…" But the invocation of old Leonis folksy sayings brings Phin up short. There does not seem to be a way to win there. He sighs. "Two weeks. Yes, sir." He flits a look between Ygraine and Holtz at the tossing. The big pilot's reaction makes him grin slightly.
Ygraine rolls her eyes in amusement. "It's a thank you, for the spar. And also doing my bit to keep you off the cancer sticks." The last is said pretty much in jest; adding, "It's actually kind of convenient that you and Phinny are both here; I want to ask ya 'bout something." Zachery's input is noted, her mouth quirking at mention of the old saying.
"I just hope it won't take two weeks for things to go back to normal. I know the MPs are for our protection but they're just going to wind up making people feel like prisoners." Tucking herself in against the bulkhead, Cassie looks around and then to each face, her mouth ticing up at the saying. "So vulgar."
"I'm going to go look over today's training tapes." Zachary says, opening the door to his office. "I'll see you all later." he offers before ducking into his sanctuary.
Zachary leaves, heading toward the CAG's Office [CO].
"Later," Holtz echoes to Zachary as the CAG heads off towards his office. He turns back to the gathering, shooting a sidelong glance at Cassie. "'Vulgar' ain't the word I'd have picked, but yeah… I don't like it either." A shrug, as if to say, but what're ya gonna do about it? "Heh, no problem, Shakes." An eyebrow quirks in Ygraine's direction. "Yeah? Well, looks like now's your big chance," he replies dryly with a quick look over at Phin.
Ygraine responds automatically, "Your face is vulgar." but the insult doesn't have any real feeling. "I'm thinkin' about getting a tattoo. It's a big deal t'ya and so you're the best person t'talk to about what to get, but I already know where. And," she swallows, "I want you and Phin to come with me when I get it."
"Both of us?" Phin is curious. And a little puzzled. "Uh, sure, Yggs. What's up?" Though he nods in understanding when the tattoo thing is mentioned. "Oh, yeah. Like I said, I'd be honored." To Cassie, he shrugs. "Vulgar? I don't know. They're just assholes. Paranoid assholes. But, yeah. It'll die down after awhile." He at least makes a show of sounding like he believes that.
"I'm looking for a tattoo rig and someone to take lessons from. Won't be good enough to ink anyone for awhile but if you ever need hooked up once I find the gear and can get enough practice in." A hand slides out and Phin's shoulder is clasped for a few seconds, the touch fond but not lingering. "Sounds like you guys got stuff to talk about so I'll mosey on out of here and let you guys have at. See you three later."
Holtz gives a nod and a soft 'ah' of understanding. "Might just take you up on that myself sometime, Cass," he says to the other woman before turning back to Ygraine. "Sure, I'd love to. Can't tell you what to get, though. That's somethin' you gotta figure out for yourself. Doesn't mean anything otherwise." Because, you know, tattoos are A Serious Thing where he's from. "But yeah, find someone to do it and figure out what you want, and I'll be there."
"I think I know what I want." Yggy says, "I just…you know, you got the instinct to know if it sounds right." She looks a little sheepish, and starts to say, "S—" she stops, quirks her mouth, not gonna say Sorry! She waggles her hand at Cassie adding, "Something Phinny said makes it gonna mean somethin' more than just the tat itself."
"Thanks," Phin mutters to Cassie. He glances at the MPs that aren't far away, and looks tempted to mosey as well, though for the moment he sticks around. He nods some along with Holtz. "Yeah, it should just be something personal. And that you want to live with permanently. He doesn't ask her what it is, but he does cant his head, all curious. "What'd I say?"
Despite his professed indifference, Holtz is already breaking out one of the gifted toothpicks, slipping the small wooden sliver in between his lips. He catches Ygraine catching herself, and he shoots a hooded but meaningful look in her direction with a quirk of his lips. Then, when she mentions hearing something from Phin, he turns back to the younger man with a bemused expression. "I'm a little curious myself," he drawls lazily, folding his arms over his chest.
"You said it was painful." Ygraine admits, "But that it was pain that I choose, pain that I control. I was thinking," she puts a hand over her left shoulder, curving it over and down along her skin, over the scars. "A wolf? Kinda in the same style as Phinny's dolphin."
"Oh. Right." Phin nods, offering Ygraine a very slight smile. "Yeah. I mean. That's how I felt about it. And once it's done, you've got something beautiful." Mention of the wolf makes his smile crook. "I think you'd rock a wolf, Yggs."
"Yeah, what he said," Holtz says with a thumb chucked in Phin's direction. "On both counts." He nods slowly before pushing himself off his perch on the wall and heading for the door of the berthings. "Alright, I'm gonna drop these things off," he says with a look at his stack of binders. "You two behave, yeah?" Holtz smirks before ducking off in the direction of the Strikes' berths.
"Yeah, I've got to…be somewhere," Phin says, with a glance at the MPs. Somewhere out of the Air Wing corridor. "Later." And off he goes.
Ygraine seems pleased with the affirmatives, and heads off herself. Places to go!