AWD #097: Unwieldy What
Unwieldy What
Summary: An unlikely discussion in the rec room
Date: 13/April/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Maia Vadim 
Rec Room
With several smaller rec rooms spread throughout the ship, this one is the largest by far and is the primary recretion location aboard the ship. Longer than it is wide, with several hatches in and out, the room is divided by load-bearing beams that section it off into even thirds. There are a dozen tables, couches, and coffee tables set up — though all of the tables and chairs are the drab metal of the rest of the fleet. The couches seem to have been purchased privately and moved in here at some point in the past, heavy use and careful patching evident. Magazines are strewn around randomly, as are racks of books, plus a couple flatscreen televisions set up. Along one wall are several billiards tables, along with a bar for coffee and snacks.
AWD #97

Odd to see Captain Ioselovich, or more simply Captain Io out and about. The Raptor Captain is the sort that tends to keep to himself than be see in public, at least when he's not on duty. His entire time on the Orion thus has been a procedure that seems to of run on clockwork. Duty and then he retreats to his quarters. This isn't to say he isn't unapproachable, and he's always been the fair sort, he just seems to be the kind that's not all that talkative. But for some strange reason tonight, he's gone to the rec room, passing through the hatchway that Maia and Agrippa just happen to be hanging around at. Under his arm is a couple of folders, which is carried by a mug of something hot and dark. It looks like he just got off duty just recently, as suggested that he's missing his duty jacket, wearing the undershirt beneath it.

Dressed in her off duties, Maia nods to something Grippa says and heads towards coffee. Well, she was going to until she encounters the very reclusive Captain indeed. "Sir," she greets in a somewhat bemused voice, surprised to see him there. "Lost?" The last is said tongue-in-cheek, teasing him if the impish gleam in her eyes is any indication. "You know, someone said we had a Captain 'round here, I just thought it was a myth."

The beat at which Vadim enters falters just half a beat, as if not expecting to see a pair of pilots loitering about right at the hatchway. He glances over them both, though he seems to give just a bit more recognition to Maia. "Lieutenant." he replies, his the as-always quiet tone that he carries. Save when he's yelling, through granted when he reprimands someone he tends to use looks than words. "Quarters being cleaned at the moment. My latrine had a…" Beat. "…incident. So I had to find somewhere to occupy my time." Then a soft amused snort. "Really? Point them my way if you see them. I should probably know them."

"Oh," Maia begins.. then a more meaningful.."Ohhhh, the latrine you say?" Leaning in she whispers in an aside, "I don't suppose you ate in the Mess Hall today, hmm?" Ah, but she's teasing him again. Seems to happen often with her. "So the rec room is the new office? I don't suppose you have any missions lined up for me there in that paperwork?" Nodding to indicate the folders. "Whatever you get across your desk, I'll volunteer for." Hitching her thumb towards the couches. "Right there is the best office on the ship, they've got all these video games on the television."

Vadim shakes his head. "Not like that, Kane." he at least -seems- humored, but there's an odd disassociation when anyone talks to him. Not something like an air of superiority or anything so offense. Rather, when he has been in charge of exercises, he's always so seemed pretty reasonable. "Not something that was caused by my unwieldy bowels. Engineer told me there was something in the plumbing, guess it wasn't just my quarters it effected." A sip at the mug, then glancing at the folders. "Apparently, I've been informed that someone needs to take over as squad leader for Raptors and I'm on the short list. So, I guess you could say I'm doing a little bit of brushing up on our pilots. Might happen, might not, but I'd like to be prepared for it either way. But, I will keep that in mind that you're volunteering. We'll have to see what happens." He begins to move toward the couch. "Sad to say, I don't think I've ever really played any. More a fan of cards."

When he protests, Maia gives him an indulgent smile. "Oh no, of course not, sir. I would never presume it would be something so distressing or unimaginative as unwieldy bowels sir. I was only asking because I thought I saw you there in the mess hall this afternoon. Must have been someone else," she says with a dismissive air with the full on teasing smile in place. At the mention of taking over, she nods again, following him over to the couch. "Oh you'll get it I bet. If so, how do you like your coffee?" Again, that grin of mischief. "Cards hm? Ever play spades or canasta or just the norm?"

"Of -course- not." Vadim notes a little sarcastically. "But you were probably right, I was in the mess earlier today. Can't cook a decent meal for yourself when your smells like ten day old trench foot. That, and it tends to take away the appetite." The folders are unceremoniously dropped onto the couch, lowering down next to them. "We'll see. I won't believe until I'm handed the actual orders." Another little snort. "Doing a damnedable job about getting on my good side, Lieutenant, but I've been getting my coffee for almost twenty years…" he pauses there. "Yeah, twenty years this summer…" he goes quiet for a moment, a long drink from his mug. "Hrm?" he blinks? "Cards? Mm, right. If it can be dealt, I can probably play it."

His sarcasm isn't missed and Maia accepts it graciously as her due with a quick grin. Once he has a seat, she does too, just flops down on the couch beside him, the folders between. For a moment, she stares at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. "You.." Almost reverently, she places her hand over her O shaped mouth. "You have a good side sir?" Unable to contain it now, laughter escapes and she giggles for a moment. "Actually, I'd make sure to bring you coffee perfectly wrong, every single day just to remind you I'm around. I love to fly my Raptor. Also, I'm a busy, busy person, learning cross-qual, so I can fly both Raptor and Viper. It'll take about five more months though for all the training. Also, I have a new found passion for Predators if you ever want to stick me in one." There's a nod about the cards as she files that away for later.

An old cigarette case is produced from a pants pocket. Old, dented, and no longer carries the shine of silver that it must've had, it still open well enough to allow the Captain to pluck out a smoke. "So I'm told. I can neither confirm nor deny that." he grunts. "But the truth of that is a military secret. Highly classified, you understand." The case is closed, and a windless lighter is plucked out thereafter. "Cross-qual. I was offered that once, but I just didn't have the time to really put my heart into it. Felt something like that you shouldn't do off the cuff." The cigarette is lit and the first folder is picked up and opened. Raptor pilot dossiers from the looks of it. Makes sense. If he might be squad leader, might want to do some reading up and who exactly he'd be in charge of. "Predators, hm? Takes a bit of handling for that. Better if you have good aim."

Watching as he removes a cigarette from the case, Maia remains thoughtfully silent. Not a smoker, herself, she'd never begrudged anyone else their habits. "So classified that if I ever found it, you'd have to kill me?" Kicking back now, she extends her legs in front of herself, crossing them at the ankles as she leans back into the couch, turning her head to the side to regard him. "It wasn't a light decision, and it's a lot of hard work, but worth it in the end. I'd like to be able to fly anything I'm needed in. And yeah the Pred is hot. I can handle it and even aim, so really, you ever need someone for anything I'm your pilot."

"Kill you?" Vadim shakes his head. "That's a waste of good resources and training. I'd put someone like to better use than simply being offed. You know, month long latrine duty. Or cleaning all the hydraulic valves on the Raptors. Or just canceling all their flight time. It really depends on the person and how badly they decide to poke." There's a nearby ashtray that he uses to ash in, picking up the first file, beginning to thumb through it. "No, can't imagine that it was. What it does is makes you more versatile. Brass will tell you that they feel better knowing that their pilots are specialized in one particular thing. I say that makes them too rigid. No matter who's right, I think results are better speaking for themselves. You do what you think is right, Lieutenant. If that's what you want to do, all I can say is good luck."

After another silence while he counters what she says, Maia chuckles, leans over towards him just a bit. "You know," she begins in that same teasing voice as before. "I don't mind any of that.." Her voice lowers considerably, "Long as it isn't your latrine, sir. I heard it's down due to.. an incidence." Getting to her own punchline, she smirks at the same time she winks. "It has all happened before. It will happen again." Trying her best to refrain from laughing, she grins. "Sir, much as I enjoy talking to you, I should get going. I have duty soon and my bunk is begging for a little company tonight. Guess I better go visit it."

"Let's hope it's the last 'incident' that happens in my quarters. I know I'm going to be sterilizing things for weeks." Vadim actually frowns at that, but then he shrugs, letting it wash off him. "Could've been worse." he points out after a moment. "A lot worse." Sounds like there's a story behind that, but he's not telling. "Well, I won't keep you then. Thank you for the conversation, Lieutenant Kane. Get some sleep while you can."

"A lot worse? Wish I could hang around and hear how much worse." Uncrossing her booted feet, Maia sits up then stands. "Thanks for the company and the talk, had a good time getting to know you a little better, Captain. Like I said though, you ever need me, you know where to find me." Doing as she always does, she tips an imaginary hat to him. "Have a good evening sir."

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