<strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>LTJG Lucia Vidal</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium/C Deck - Wardroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Shenanigans/Breakfast</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You're insane!" Lucia Vidal still held the exasperation of disbelief in her voice, especially when it rose in decible. Her brown eyes were big and wide in some cocktail of incredulation and shock. Her body covered in a white 'protective' suit worn by members of the Engineering department when cleaning out conduits; the stuff was stickier than grease and got EVERYWHERE.<br/><br/>And she had just gotten doused in it. On purpose.<br/><br/>Luci was one of four members of the Engineering Maintenance Team. From Ensigns to Lieutenants, with their immediate supervisor a Lieutenant Commander that they rarely saw. That was just fine. The four of them were self motivated and interested in passing the work days by actually doing work. Besides, it was way more fun than sitting at a console trying not to yawn too loudly on the Bridge.<br/><br/>"I'm going to destroy you," was all Luci could say as she began to show signs of a smile. The workcenter had work benches where the team could work on various parts at various scales, and it held their console where they checked e-mail and watched movies during down time. The other three members of her team? They were too busy doubling over in their chairs, laughing, pointing, recording.<br/><br/>Truth be told, Luci wanted to be angry. She wanted to throw something...but a shower and the damage would be done. And she was too busy trying to keep her grin from becoming full born laughter to actually get angry at her teammates. Especially the little Andorian Ensign that had pulled the 'Release' that dumped the gel on her in the first. She was giggling so loud, Luci thought the girl might burst like a balloon.<br/><br/>But there was no bursting, only more laughing. "There's a gym with a locker room that has showers on the next level. Tell the boss you're all jerks and I've gone to cry. See you all later."<br/><br/>Luci was shaking her head as she walked out and through a long stretch of a secondary Engineering hub on the vessel. Luci hadn't worked in Main Engineering since her first week on the Phoenix. From what she heard, that was best--away from Main Engineering you could be a little more relaxed, and little less formal. And that was cool with Luci.<br/><br/>There were than a few chuckles and looks at her expense as she rounded the corridor and headed into the lift. There was no dripping. Of anything, at least Luci had that. There were stranger looks waiting for her away from an engineering level, where the people that saw her had little to no idea what she was covered in, what the white suit that covered everything but her face was. Luci was reduced to blushing and rushing past people before getting to the locker room on F Deck. Changing wasn't hard; Luci had a locker that was all her own. It was the closest place to shower and change to where she worked--of course she had a locker there.<br/><br/>A small show was taking place in the gym as she peeked after her shower as she dressed; an impossibly tall woman and a shorter girl that Luci, for a heartbeat, thought she recognized. It was a beat of the heart that came and went quickly. Luci had half a mind to change into sweats and go back to her Stateroom, if only sweats were allowed in the Officer's Wardroom. Instead she slipped a skirt uniform over her head, by far the easiest uniform to maintain and put on, and pulled boots on. Boots that had to be wiped off, from bits of blue gel that had gotten on them, too.<br/><br/>Ensign Nakamora would feel the pain. When she least expected it. What prank Luci would pull occupied her thoughts as she walked out to the corridor and to the lift. It was nearing actual shift change, and there were other people around her now. The lift was even decently crowded when she got there. "C, please," Was all Luci told the NCO at the controls.<br/><br/>The crowded chaos of shift change ended abruptly the moment Luci walked out of the lift and down the corridor and into the USS Phoenix's Wardroom. It was a place for Officers to enjoy a meal at any hour--even if the line for the Food Synthesizer took five minutes too long by anyone's count. Unlike the Lt. Commander in the red shirt that ordered the meat loaf before her, or the slender blonde gold uniformed Ensign that got what looked to Luci to be a cobb salad, Luci was happy to order a small egg white omelette with diced tomatoes with a cold ice water.<br/><br/>Strange for a Brazilian girl, maybe, but she wanted to eat light--and the Phoenix's Food synthesizers lacked any Romulan salads. The hardest part of the whole experience was finding a spot in the wide array of tables in the Wardroom that wasn't too crowded, that would give her some elbow room. She found a spot next to a suspended console streaming Federation NewsNet hourly news. Vulcans shrugging, Andorians railing, and a story about Neutral Zone infractions.<br/><br/>It was better for Luci to zone out than listen to news so predictable she could've written it herself, especially when she had egg whites to occupy her time.