<b>[[Madigans commandeered room]]</b><br/><br/>There was something to be said for being crazy enough(Or at least acting as such) that your employer let you forgo certain unnecessary steps. The whole meet and greet? Well that was fucking bullshit posturing that Madigan had little to no interest in.  Sure it woulda' been nice to size up some of the 'talent' that was sure to be hired for the job, but she could just as easily do that later.<br/><br/>What would be -harder- to successfully do later would be to case the ship. To look around, see where every thing was : Where the booze was kept, where the stims were kept, and maybe help her self to a handful of each.  The booze was easy to find. Managing to spot  a nice cache of assorted low end liquor in a storage cabinet, she pilfered a few and made her way to the med lab.  The stims? Well...that was a harder find.  Most the good shit was locked up: hallucinogens and narcotics all locked up,she did manage to find a few low grade painkillers in a unmarked first aide box.  She thought nothing of shoving them into her pockets before strolling back to her little corner of the ship.<br/><br/>She had chosen the room farthest away from the others intentionally.  This wasn't with the intentions of staying away from her crew mates and foregoing any relationships, but usually corner rooms had the structural stability to hold the weight of most humanoids when hung from the ceiling.  Not that Madigan went into this expecting a wild sex romp,but fuck..sometimes it paid to be prepared.  She'd rather have all of her cards hidden nicely up her sleeves before the game even started,just in case ,win or lose, she needed to use them.<br/><br/>So , once she was unpacked and sitting on her small  bunk that was -far- more accommodating and comfy then she was used to, she cracked open the bottle of liquor she had commandeered and systematically started to go through the stims she had pilfered.  A few hormone supressors...a couple of hormone enhancers... a pain pack here or there. Before long her head was swimming and she was happy for about three seconds before she blacked out.<br/><br/><br/>She wakes up the next morning to the blaring of an alarm set on her watch.  Her eyes jerk open as she lat flat on her stomach and bare ass naked aside from a pair of boots.  She groans pushing her self up from the creaking matress and grabs the watch throwing it against the wall to silence it.  She tries to remember what the fuck she set it for..and then she remembers -<br/><br/>Her directions had been clear....she was free to show up early if she joined the rest of the crew for her physical.<br/><br/>She rises ,drags her ass to the mirror and glances at her self.  She looks as if she's just been run over by a train,and well..the cocktail of stims sorta felt like it.  Her head is pounding as throws on a formfitting tanktop from her military days, and a pair of combat issued blackpants.  She runs a hand through her hair,only further messing up her golden tresses and gives her own reflection a shit eating grin.  She looks down at her arms and spots the track marks from her almost daily injections of stims., she thinks for a second to perhaps hide them, but old 'doc would find out soon enough....<br/><br/>She fucking hated doctors- like...really...hated...doctors.<br/><br/>They were the only people in the universe that could give her what she wanted legally,and thus they had power over her.<br/><br/>She didn't like that- at the fuck all-<br/><br/>The best she could hope for was that the doctor was a hot little number...<span style="color: olive">"Maybe an older woman...nice shape..." </span>she licks her lips and smirks into the mirror,<span style="color: olive">"Maybe married with a few brats...lonely..." </span><br/><br/>She laughs at her self , grabs her plasma cutter and hangs it from her belt, making her way to the Infirmary.<br/><br/><b>[[Outside the infirmary]]</b><br/><br/>Madigan arrives just in time to overhear a tiny girl in the room mention something about tying, and that the doctor was male..and cute.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Fuck..."</span>Madigan grumbles under her breath.   It wasn't like this would be the first time she'd have to suck dick for stims..but..JESUS FUCK she hated doctors. She see's fit to kick a small crate on the ground and send it flying towards the wall. Before it hits,the crate is enveloped in green energy,and is floating. With a wave of her hand the crate comes back towards Madigan,who in turn plucks it from the air and sets it on the floor. She sits atop of it in what is perhaps the most unladylike pose ever, and reaches into her pocket for a smoke.<br/><br/>She lights her cigarette and exhales, finally looking up to the other people in the room.<span style="color: olive">"Anyone have an approximation as far as how long this shit takes?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>