<b>Ares 8 Mess Hall</b><br/>Who - Butch<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>/ Ami<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>/ Eris Moon<a class="username" data-user-id="18141" data-username="@Xanaphia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18141/">@Xanaphia</a><br/><br/>The alcohol was certainly flowing now down in the mess hall, especially once Butch fetched that bottle of whiskey, lined up a round, and called out for a group toast.  Most everyone stopped dead in their tracks as that call rose over the din.  In less than harmonious unity beer bottles and plastic cups were raised up on high as those sentiments were echoed.  "To a successful mission and safe return!"  Of course Tugs booming voice capped it off.  "And hopefully kicking some ass!"  Drinks were systematically chugged, leaving everything to fall back into place once the hoots and hollers of approval had died down.<br/><br/>Sara had bowed out from her dominion over the pool table, joining up with one of the clean shaven, fresh faced, handsome Enlistees.  With some fairly obvious flirting occurring between the two they soon slinked off in the direction of the crews quarters.  Tuggerson, meanwhile, continued to insert himself into everyone else's business and soon made his way over to where Ami, Eris, and Butch had gathered with a fresh bottle of gin in hand.  Long before any words left his mouth an alcohol tainted belch trumpeted out of his mouth.<br/><br/>"Oh, shit, excuse me."  He grinned with a little glaze to his eyes while a booze induced smile lingered on his mangled up features.  One big meaty arm went and swirled its way over Ami's shoulder as the lug of a man went to pull the synthetic android closer.  "This one I know."  His words slurred out of his lips as he gave the android assistant to Ms. Herd a big old smile.  "Pinky and me are besties, which leaves you."  His glassy eyes moved to find Eris.  "You're Forge, ain't ya?  But like, not by choice, so what'cha do to end up assigned to this cluster fuck?"  While he waited for an answer, Tugboat let his hand drift down towards one of Ami's breasts and in an effort to press his luck he went to give a squeeze while offering the bottle of gin to the others with a ruddy cheeked grin.  "Gin anyone?"<br/><br/><b>Ares 8 Med Bay</b><br/>Who - Jax Herd<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>/ Ruya Aras<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>/ K-Doc<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a><br/><br/>The panel door swished open for Jaxx as she went to depart the Med Lab, but before she could even step out through the portal she found herself standing face to face with Lieutenant Cartwright.  "Oh, Miss Herd, perfect, I was hoping to catch you here."  He stepped inside letting the door slide shut behind himself as he stepped inside and took a quick survey of the room.  His eyes were drawn over towards K-Doc where he was preparing to examine Ruya before turning around to initiate the lock on the door with a press of his palm upon its control board.  As if that locked door might not be enough to keep anyone from leaving, Cartwright let the back of his shoulders come to rest upon it before addressing the small gathering.  "Just the three of you?"  The question didn't really require an answer.  "Good."<br/><br/>"Just got off the horn with some of Forges top brass."  He took a breath, chewing at his bottom lip with a little twitch of nervousness upon his face.  "We've got a situation developing.  Seems our departure drew the attention of a wayward pirate vessel and its making a beeline for us that will bring us into conflict at Pluto if we don't make any changes.  I went over all of this with the Captain and after running some numbers the best case scenario for us is to get into stasis early."  He inhaled audibly through his nostrils.  "According to the Captain and the ships computer we should be able to push the engines harder once most of the ships systems have been shut down.  The only way we can afford to do that is with everyone in stasis.  This will allow us to beat them to Pluto and then slingshot our way to Cynosure."<br/><br/>The Lieutenant took a glance over his shoulder through the small pane of glass that looked out into the hall.  "Doc, I'll need you to make sure the stasis pods are ready to go.  I'll be informing the rest of the crew in the morning of this development.  Breakfast will be the first and only meal of the day tomorrow to give everyone the 12 hours needed to empty out their stomachs before we enter stasis at 2100 hours."  His arms folded up around his chest as he took another moment to idly suck at his bottom lip.  "I'd prefer to keep this under wraps until the morning, most of the crews up in the Mess right now letting loose, so let's let them have their fun, for tonight.  Any questions?"