Samantha Richards - Not My Poofs
Samantha Richards
((XO & Sam’s quarters, deck 2, USS Artemis))
After worrying that maybe she had made a mistake in asking OPs to send someone to look at the climate controls in her and Talos’ now shared quarters, she decided to let the Ensign do his job– no matter how much it was stressing her out.
Richards: It’s too cold in here. I need it to be less cold. Can you help with that?
Tho’Bi: Oh. ::scratches the back of his neck:: OK. ::looks up at Richards:: Erm, OK. (beat) ::looks back down at tricorder:: Eh… ::looks back at Richards:: OK. (beat)
She stared blankly at Tho’Bi as it looked like he went through some kind of internal struggle before finally speaking.
Tho’Bi: ::looks at Richards:: Yep, the te-temperature is set a li-little low for erm humans. (beat) I can sort that out.
Richards: Thank you. I am just going to ::pointing to the couch:: be sitting over here if you need anything.
Sam grabbed her freshly replicated bowl of Cheezy Poofs and wrapped herself back up on the couch with a blanket.
Tho’Bi: I-I’m erm (beat) I’m going to create pre-preset for you.
It was by that point Sam had noticed the absolutely horrid-looking PADD held by the Ensign, giving her an uneasy feeling. oO I can not throw up these cheezy poofs on this floor… again. Oo
Richards: Oh, and uh, Tho’Bi. ::Gesturing around:: Please… Don’t break anything. I don’t think either of us want to explain to Commander Dakora why something in his quarters is broken.
It had already been a huge adjustment living with someone she was dating, it was new for both of them and the last thing she wanted was to make waves. Sam worried maybe she should have either dealt with the cold or just called Talos.
After a moment of deep breaths, she decided to trust the Ensign and let him do his job, he couldn’t break anything that badly… Could he?
Tho’Bi: Oh, no. ::shakes head:: I I I don’t wanna ha-have to explain Commander Dakora.
She wondered what kind of interactions the Ensign had already had with Talos, whether it was genuinely a bad one, or if Tho’Bi was just that anxious about everyone. Sam hadn’t gotten to see Talos in full work-mode, so how he presented himself to the crew was still a mystery to her.
Tho’Bi: Okay. Erm. I’ve cr-created a Pre-Preset for you (beat) Erm.. So it’s set for erm.. (beat) You are (beat) You are p-pr-pregnant, right? Erm… there’s little babies inside you?
Richards: ::Her eyes widening as she looks down at her belly:: Is that why I look like this?!
She tried to hide her amusement at her own joke, but it obviously went over the Andorians antennae.
Tho’Bi: Sorry. (beat) I’ve errm never met a pregnant human before. (beat) Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.
Richards: ::Holding up her hands and shaking her head:: No! It was a joke. I was kidding. Yes I am pregnant.
Sam chewed on her bottom lip, feeling bad for the poorly timed joke.
Tho’Bi: Okay, so Starfleet Me-Medical recommend gravity, sl-slightly less than Earth standard. (beat) At the mo-moment, it’s s-set to slightly more. (beat) I can’t perform the ad-adjustment with you in the room, so ermm.. I need you to st-stand in the corridor f-for a moment. ::smiles haplessly::
Richards: Yeah, yeah. Sure thing.
Scooting herself off the sofa, Sam tossed the blanket down and set her cheezy poofs on the coffee table. The lingering feeling of unease didn’t let up as she stepped out into the corridor.
As she leaned her back up against the wall she was pretty sure she heard Tho’Bi say something, but couldn’t make out exactly what he said.
Her head rested against the wall and she closed her eyes, waiting patiently. A loud clanking metal sound made her eyes pop open and her head snap towards the door.
At first there was silence and then another loud sound, followed by an unknown phrase by Tho’Bi and then what she was pretty sure was the sounds of items falling to the floor.
Richards: ::Loudly to the door:: Is everything okay in there? Tho’Bi what was that?!
Another flurry of unsettling sounds came from the inside of the quarters, her anxiety was in overdrive, only heightening more with the first clear thing she could actually hear with no mistake.
Tho’Bi:GYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!
Richards: ::Using her open hand to hit the door a couple times:: Tho’Bi! Are you okay?!
There was a part of her that didn’t want to go back in. None of the sounds she heard were particularly good ones but her cat was still in there, and she had to deal with whatever kind of mess lay on the other side of the door.
Tho’Bi: Response
Richards: You have thirty seconds before I open this door. It better be safe for me and my cat better be okay! ::Breathing Heavily a few times:: Don’t make me get Commander Dakora here!
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it. Sam was not that kind of person. She always dealt with her own crap, why was she trying to weaponize her boyfriend against the Ensign? It wasn’t often she gave herself the ick, but that definitely did it.
Tho’Bi: Response
She took a step back before calming herself and giving enough time to make sure it was okay for her to go back inside.
Richards: My cat better be okay or I’ll–
Cutting herself off as the door opened to reveal the mess inside. Her bowl of snacks now spread across the room, things from the shelves were scattered across the floor and one extremely unhappy Copurrnicus sitting in the middle. She stared with wide eyes, her gaze slowly moving towards the Ensign.
Richards: What the hell happened.
Her tone was filled with frustration. Copurrnicus jumped into Sam’s arms, still clearly shaken up. In a huff, she took the cat and put her safely into the bedroom, away from the mess and the Ensign.
Tho’Bi: Response
Richards: Well… This sucks. ::Rubbing her face in frustration:: Were you able to at least set the new preset for me?
Tho’Bi: Response
((OOC: We can wrap this up whenever you are ready!))
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Samantha Richards