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[May 21, 2008][Original] Cockroach
Title: Cockroach
Day/Theme: May 21, 2008 "Your road to freedom that you build with flesh and bone"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: May, Marta, Leona
Rating: G
"Bleech! There's a dead cockroach back here!" May made a face of disgust.
Marta put down the box of tools she had been moving to peer at the dark-colored insect lying on its back in the shadows. All its legs were lifted up above it, slightly bent. The antenna were longer than she expected. "I wonder how long it's been there."
"Don't ask me. I don't know anything about bugs," May shrugged. "Cleaning the hold's not part of my job around here. I pilot this floating tin can, oversee the nightshift, and take whatever abuse the commanding officers dish out."
"You shouldn't say that. People will get the wrong idea about Marguerite and Officer Sanchez. They're just teasing you or trying a little tough love. You just like to exaggerate."
"That's one hundred percent true," the young pilot agreed. "I do exaggerate." She looked back down between the crate and the storage cabinet to where the dead cockroach lay. "So what're we going to do about that?"
"Umm, sweep it into the dustpan?" Marta suggested. She glanced over her shoulder across the hold to where Leona, the ship's geologist, was gently sweeping the cold metal floor. As there was never much more of a mess to tend to here than a thin layer of dust Leona had an easy task.
Marta and May exchanged "I don't want to ask her, you ask her" looks and stared each other down for several moments. "Whatever," Marta threw up her hands, "I have other stuff to do. I'll leave you to your work. After all, you find it, you clean it."
May gritted her teeth, then put on her most sweet face to call, "Hey, Lee! Can you come over here?"
Leona knew the nickname May had given to her and she responded immediately, carrying the broom and dustpan wit here. "What do you want, May?"
"I need you to sweep that up for me," she pointed straight to the cockroach, her white-gloved hand unflinching.
"Eww," Leona squinted unhappily, "I've never seen a cockroach on a space-faring vessel before. I almost feel like this is a prank." Though she clearly did not like it, the geologist swept the insect into the dustpan and carried it away to the trash bin without further complaint. May had a feeling that she knew exactly who she would talk to whenever she wanted something done fast.
Day/Theme: May 21, 2008 "Your road to freedom that you build with flesh and bone"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: May, Marta, Leona
Rating: G
"Bleech! There's a dead cockroach back here!" May made a face of disgust.
Marta put down the box of tools she had been moving to peer at the dark-colored insect lying on its back in the shadows. All its legs were lifted up above it, slightly bent. The antenna were longer than she expected. "I wonder how long it's been there."
"Don't ask me. I don't know anything about bugs," May shrugged. "Cleaning the hold's not part of my job around here. I pilot this floating tin can, oversee the nightshift, and take whatever abuse the commanding officers dish out."
"You shouldn't say that. People will get the wrong idea about Marguerite and Officer Sanchez. They're just teasing you or trying a little tough love. You just like to exaggerate."
"That's one hundred percent true," the young pilot agreed. "I do exaggerate." She looked back down between the crate and the storage cabinet to where the dead cockroach lay. "So what're we going to do about that?"
"Umm, sweep it into the dustpan?" Marta suggested. She glanced over her shoulder across the hold to where Leona, the ship's geologist, was gently sweeping the cold metal floor. As there was never much more of a mess to tend to here than a thin layer of dust Leona had an easy task.
Marta and May exchanged "I don't want to ask her, you ask her" looks and stared each other down for several moments. "Whatever," Marta threw up her hands, "I have other stuff to do. I'll leave you to your work. After all, you find it, you clean it."
May gritted her teeth, then put on her most sweet face to call, "Hey, Lee! Can you come over here?"
Leona knew the nickname May had given to her and she responded immediately, carrying the broom and dustpan wit here. "What do you want, May?"
"I need you to sweep that up for me," she pointed straight to the cockroach, her white-gloved hand unflinching.
"Eww," Leona squinted unhappily, "I've never seen a cockroach on a space-faring vessel before. I almost feel like this is a prank." Though she clearly did not like it, the geologist swept the insect into the dustpan and carried it away to the trash bin without further complaint. May had a feeling that she knew exactly who she would talk to whenever she wanted something done fast.