Lt. Cmdr. Ian O'Connor- Isn't Camping supposed to Happen Outside?
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((Deck 14, Main Engineering, USS Ronin))
Tucker: What, do you have in mind?
O’Connor: Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock.
Tess gave Ian a quizzical look.
Tucker: Are you sure about that? Honestly, it’s either yours or mine. ::looking at Tess:: Sorry, but your quarters are built for two max.
Evinrude: That they are, sir.
O’Connor: Ok then ::looks at Tuck::which of ours makes the most sense?
Tucker: ::looking at O’Connor:: You’re quarters are on deck seven, and I’m on fourteen. Mine is closer to the Brew Continuum, about four doors down. How about you, O’Connor?
Ian didn’t feel like moving out but wasn’t in the mood for guests either so it really didn’t much matter. He just shrugged.
O’Connor: Whatever.
Marty shifted in place. Someone needed to make a decision, and Tess was surprised the Chief Engineer wasn't calling the shot.
Tucker: I really don’t care at this point, either yours or mine. Your call, Mr. O’Connor.
Marty crossed his arms across his chest again, and Ian didn’t blame him for being fed up after having to push off Rox. He saw Tess frowned, clearly picking up on it as well, and reached out to place a hand on Tucker's shoulder.
Evinrude: Sir. You're a department head, you likely have the largest quarters...but also, you've been inconvenienced the most here. If it would make things easier on you, let's crash at your place, yeah?
O'Connor: It’s fine with me. Proximity to java outweighs any argument I’d have.
Tucker: Response
Evinrude: I'll just need to swing by mine to grab a few things. ::He smiled, and shrugged in a carefree gesture.:: This will be...fun! Like camping.
((Another Time Skip - Hallway Outside Tess Evinrude's Quarters, Deck 3, USS Ronin)
Ian and Tuck stood in the doorway and heard rummaging sounds as Tess gathered his “stuff.”
Evinrude: Can you carry this?
Tess poked his head out of the open doorway and deposited a duffel into the hall.
O'Connor: Uhhh, sure.
Ian bent to pick up the bag. It was heavier than he thought and he released a small grunt when hoisting it up and over his shoulder.
O'Connor: ::shakes his head at Tuck and mutters under breath:: What the hecks he got in here?
Tucker: Response
Evinrude: Aaaand can you carry this?
This time, it was a long, flat, black rectangular case that Tess pushed into the hall. Ian smirked at Marty.
O'Connor: Hmm, Maybe I got off easy.
Tucker: Response
Evinrude: Sorry, sir. ::He said from inside, with a laugh.:: It's because I need to carry...this.
When Tess reappeared, he carried in his arms what appeared to be several lengths of cordwood, wrapped in vines and foliage.
Ian furrowed his brow a bit.
O'Connor: Ummm. Maybe you’re taking this camping thing a step too far. You are aware that Tuck’s quarters are indoors, right?
Tucker/Evinrude: Response
He wasn’t in the mood for this at all but he still didn’t want to completely burst Tess’ bubble. That would make the next...well, however long...miserable.
O’Connor: No, no it’s all good.
Tucker/Evinrude: Response
The strap of the duffel bag started to dig into his shoulder but Ian plastered a fake smile and Tess disappeared once again into his quarters.
O’Connor: If he brings out an entrenching tool to dig a latrine, I'm going back to find Rox to poison me.
Tucker/Evinrude: Response
TBC/Tags
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Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
R240009IO4