Lieutenant Anton Richards - Checkup Avoided, At Least For Now
Writer Guy
(( Corridor Outside the Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Richards: You know, what do you say to a quick lunch break? Maybe a quick round of chess?
Sherlock: Afraid of Doctors?
Anton did a quick double take, and Aine shot the man a sly grin. Was it that obvious?
Richards: Well if you check my records, it hasn’t really been all that long since my last three examinations.
Sherlock: I am. But, it is standard procedure to at least get checked out by the doc.
Anton sighed.
Richards: Alright then.
Anton proceeded down the hallway, when Aine stopped mid corridor and looked both ways. Anton was puzzled.
Sherlock: Look, I know it's a pain in the ass. If you promise me you'll get it done before the Butler pushes off, I'll let you take care of it in your own time. Deal?
This made Anton perk up a bit, and he smiled. He would go and see the Doctor later. Anton knew that later was when that weird nervous feeling in his stomach would go away.
Definitely later.
Richards: Alright that sounds good to me! Sir. I promise! Wouldn’t want to put you through the trouble of it anyways.
Anton did end up going to the doctor. He liked to keep his promises.
Sherlock: Good. You're lucky you mentioned lunch. ::shrugging:: I'm always starving, so, I'll show you the most important part of the ship, where you'll probably spend a lot of time: The Writer's Room.
Anton had thought he was going to show Anton to something like a special nook and cranny restaurant, or perhaps his favourite pub. A writer’s room? Was Anton expected to write?
Richards: The Writer’s Room? What’s that? Some type of library?
Sherlock: No. Although it feels like a library, it's the ship's lounge. They've got some secret stashes but oO There's always a but...Oo the bartender is a bit of a stickler and sets limits.
Richards: Oh… Oh! ::chuckling::
Sherlock: Response?
For a moment Anton thought Sherlock was going to try to get him to join in on some group writing or something weird like that. Anton liked this idea much better.
Richards: Oh well then. Lead the way! I’ve always been good at not getting cut off.
This was due to Anton’s mostly alcohol free lifestyle, he would probably have chocolate milk. It had been a while, and that was Anton’s usual substitute for it.
Sherlock: Response?
Richards: So what else can you tell me about the ship?
Anton smiled as they headed towards "The Writer's Room".
Sherlock: Response?
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Lieutenant Anton Richards
Security Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler - NCC-82850
T239802AR1
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