((Madison's Condominium, Tarola'n, Velestus))
It felt good to be back around his friends. The mindless banter filled Ross' head with something else than pointless self-pity: there was nothing as healing as a turning into a bit of a Wethern-bully.
Ross: Well Corey - Why don't you start with that sofa over there and we'll just hype you up?
Corey held up his hands
Wethern: Ah I would but these are delicate medical instruments. Although I hear Ross is great at heavy lifting.
Ross grimaced and Gogi held his hands up, mimicking Corey.
Fairhug: Don’t worry, these are very much blunt instruments. ::pause:: But that doesn’t mean I’m doing all the work!
Marsh: ?
Ross grinned.
Ross: Oh, Wethern couldn't wait to get here. Has been shaking in excitement all morning.
Corey went and cleared a space on the sofa.
Wethern: That Mr. Ross is because you woke me up at 06:00 for a run. Although I take it back I'll take the sofa work it is quite comfortable.
Gogi walked over and leaned on the arm of the sofa next to Corey.
Fairhug: I don’t think that’s what Madison had in mind.
Ross: We're just making sure you're staying in shape, pal.
He leaned on the counter and threw Madison an amused smile when she handed him a steaming cup of coffee.
Marsh: ?
Corey seemed to sink further into the sofa, if that was possible.
Wethern: Where did you get this sofa Maddie it's amazing. I think I want to marry it.
Fairhug: Does it fold out into a bed? Because if it does, you may have found a new lodger.
Ross: Don't do it, Maddie. Not without putting a ring on it.
Marsh: ?
Corey mocked being scorned.
Wethern: I resent that I am very popular with the opposite sex of many species.
Ross: You should call that Gorn lady from the other night. You know - before she changes her mind.
He hid a grin in his coffee cup.
Marsh: ?
With a laugh, Gogi accepted the coffee from Madison.
Fairhug: ::taking the cup:: So, what’s the plan, Maddie? I guess you already have an idea of where you want everything?
Marsh: Response
Wethern: I am available to unpack anything in the immediate vicinity of the sofa. I could maybe if there wasn't a transporter available stretch to the coffee table.
Ross set aside his cup and threw a look around the room. Right now it looked a bit like the stuffed freighter cargo bays he had used to work with. It almost felt like home.
Ross: Where do you want us to start?
Fairhug: Is there anything particularly precious that we need to be careful of? We don’t want to smash any family heirlooms or anything like that.
Marsh: Response
Wethern: *winking* Or a family heirloom you want us to be not so careful with that may not fit into the aesthetic.
Ross: How about all those ribbons? Will you have them on display somewhere so we can snatch a few?
Fairhug/Marsh: Responses
Wethern: All I'm saying is that we have range as a specialist removal team to also dispose of items too. : holding up the cup: Good coffee Maddie. You must give me the name of your replicator.
Fairhug/Marsh: ?
Ross clapped his hands.
Ross: Come on, pal. Time to move.
Corey got up with a strain
Wethern: Fine fine I'm up. What needs unpacking first? Sooner we do this sooner we get to paint the town a shade of crimson.
Ross: Let's sort the room first, put all the boxes over here. ::he gestured towards the door:: That way we have more space to move the furniture around.
He didn't even notice how his voice changed to the same old tone of business: Ross truly was in his element, like in the old days - organising, sorting, pushing lazy crewmates around. He missed his good reliable clipboard for a second.
Fairhug/Marsh: ?
Ross: No - no! Take those ones first. ::he gestured at the boxes next to Fairhug:: They clearly are the heaviest.
He could tell from the way they fabric was bent and strained.
Fairhug/Marsh/Wethern: ?
Ross raised his hands in an apologetic gesture and shrugged.
Ross: Sorry. Just an idea. ::his smile turned smug for a second:: I might not be a hit at cocktail parties - but I do know a thing or two about stocking cargo.
No way he would stay single for long, right?
Fairhug/Marsh/Wethern: ?
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Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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