AWD #003: Yggy and the Bear
Yggy and the Bear
Summary: Ygraine finally meets Phin's twin brother.
Date: 07/01/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Ygraine Bear 
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area.
AWD #03

Bear McBride was released from medical fairly quickly, the gunshot wound a clean through and through to the meat of his leg that missed the bone and most other important things (unless you're one of those people who counts all parts of their body as important, or something). But his release is conditioned on him returning for regular check-ups, especially frequently during these first couple days, just to make sure there are no unexpected complications or infections. So here he is, waiting his turn in sickbay, sprawled on a cot flipping through a four month old sports magazine. He's dressed in tanks and fatigues, the right leg of the latter rolled up to display the bandages around his calf.

Despite the state of readiness, there is time for the air wing to see to themselves, and Ygraine has apparently decided to take a chunk of that time to loiter in medical. She's got a softcover book under her arm as she steps into sickbay, looking around for a moment before her eyes alight on Bear. The befreckled blonde makes her way over without any ado, and says by way of starting a conversation, "Gosh, looks like you ain't nearly as bad as Phinny was saying."

Bear looks up from his magazine to blink at Ygraine blankly. "Phinny?" he repeats, and then barks a laugh. "Nah, I'm fine," he says, "What, he telling all his friends I got my leg shot off or something? This is nothing. Pilots got no sense of these things." He rolls the magazine up in his hand and asks, "Who're you?"

"Huh. You look like him and you totally don't. That's pretty cool." She moves to sit down on the chair next to his cot. "I'm Ygraine. Um. Milkshake. He and I went to Academy on Leonis together, and during holidays he used to come to my family's farm. Maybe he mentioned me? I dunno." She lifts off the softcover book; it's puzzles and brain teasers and whatnot. "I thought you were stuck here, and I was gonna bring you something."

"He needs to cut his hair," Bear says, "Then he'd look better." And more identical to Bear. "Ygraine," he repeats, eyes narrowing as his head tilts sideways. "Might've," he says, "I think I remember him talking about some friend with a farm." He shrugs, "I was deployed while he was in the academy so we didn't talk much." He sits up a little to look at the book, and says, "They wanted to stick me in here, but they've got so much going on, and I can get around alright. Not much else to do about it but wait for it to heal. But hey, thanks. That was nice of you."

"Long hair can be a pain under our helmets." Says the girl sporting a pair of pigtail braids. "Sure. He talked about you a bit. I just wanted to meet you, I guess. I mean, I feel like I've known him forever, but really, you're the one who has."

"He'd better watch out those bangs in his eyes don't screw up his aim," Bear says of his twin's hair. He snorts a little and nods, "Yeah, forever. Since he was born. Where're you from, with that farm?"

Ygraine manages to look a little sheepish; that was perhaps, a little stupid of her. "Leonis." she explains. "I grew up on a dairy farm. I have a great pic of Phinny trying to milk one of the cows if you ever want to see it." She cocks her head. "You don't mind, do you? I mean, me, random girl, showing up to entertain you while they wait to do whatever to you."

"Sounds pretty," Bear says, before he laughs, "Yeah, I'd like to see that for sure." He laughs some more at the idea of Phin and a cow (and probably 'Phinny', still) and then shrugs and shakes his head, "Nah, no way," he says, and then grins, "All in favor of pretty girls randomly showing up to entertain me. So you another viper pilot?"

For a moment, she brightens, and it's an inevitable conclusion that she's going to offer him an invitation to the farm, but then it occurs to her that there may be no farm to go bac to. Her cheer diminishes, but only a few shades, and she keeps smiling. "Stick jockey? Those glamour hogs? Naw. I'm an ECO."

"Backseat geek?" Bear paraphrases, nodding, "Gotcha. You get to fire the missiles and stuff back there, don't you? That's the part I like best." He grins just thinking about it. Mmmm, explosions. "A Viper can't blow things up for shit, they just dance around like metal ballerinas or something. Raptors frak shit up."

"Not as much as I'd like, which is kind of a shame because I'm pretty good with the guns." And then Bear says what he does about Raptors versus Vipers, and he is favored with a full wattage freckle faced beaming smile. "Ain't you a sweetie?"

"Yeah? I wonder if it's much like a tank, or other heavy weapons," Bear says, "That's my area. Heavy Weps." He chuckles at that big grin, and smiles, shrugging, "Got to rag on my brother, that's what they're for. Plus Raptors take Marines places so we can frak shit up, and get us home when we're done."

"Who knows, you may have even been on one of my rides and didn't even know it." Yggy notes musingly. "Biggest I ever got to try were the shotguns on the farm. Not that I don't get to handle the heavies on the raptors, but it ain't the same, you know?"

"Possible?" Bear shrugs, "Did you fly Marines down to the surface the other night?" He scratches his jaw, "Otherwise probably not. I just came on at the anchorage, just re-enlisted. Was out for two years before that. Since you could fly, probably, if you're with Phin's class." He chuckles at shotguns and shakes his head, "Nah, not the same. Shotguns are fun, but that's nothing to a machinegun or a shoulder mounted rocket launcher. I like those, usually. They're fun to play with."

"I ain't ever fired a machine gun." She looks a bit jealous. "Much less a shoulder mounted rocket launcher." She looks a lot jealous. "So when you get better, you n' me n' Phinny ought to sit down in the mess and then I'll tell the embarrassing 'and one time Phin tried to milk a cow' story." She makes a gesture with both hands. It might come off kind of dirty looking.

"I'd offer to show you, but that's not really a thing they let us just check out to the range, you know?" Bear says, "Sorry. But they get the job done. Took down a big Cylon ship with two rounds from one." Is it bragging if it's objectively true? Her offer of story time draws a laugh, especially with the hand gesture. "Yeah," he says, "Yeah, we should definitely do that. For sure. Soon."

She grins at him. "Any regs against me watching you if time or occasion lend itself?" she asks. "I can just sit by and enjoy vicariously." A word like vicariously may sound a little odd considering her hick accent.

"Dunno," Bear replies, "Probably, but those aren't so bad. If a chance comes up, I'll let you know. I don't know how things're gonna go," he says, "Seems like time for training's probably done for a while."

She blanches a little. "Yeah.' she says, rising. "All the same. Listen, do you ever shoot the small stuff? Because I wouldn't mind a buddy to go to the range with." She grins again. "When you're done gimping around, I mean."
"Yeah, I do," Bear nods, "Every Marine's a rifleman, you know, or whatever." He nods again, "Sure, if you ever want some help or something, lemme know. Always good to get to the range." He snorts at gimping around and says, "Hells, I can probably outshoot most pilots right now anyway. But sure, some other day."

"Aww. You're cute." she grins. "I'll hold ya to that, Bear. Anyway. It's nice to meet you finally. Now that I know where to poke around for you, we'll hang. Stay in one piece in the meantime, okay?"

"I'll see what I can do," Bear replies, "Nice to meet you. Say hi to Phinny for me." He grins, and gives a wave.

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