USNF IC Barracks/Showers
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 22:33:29</strong>
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				Bay 3b was a large underground chamber furnished to look like the crew compartment of a UNSF Starship, abet much more roomy. It was Partitioned into several smaller rooms by short walls, but most of the area was taken up by a large room containing rows of bunk-beds and lockers. There were 32 lockers lining the wall, one for each Cadet in the platoon, but only 16 beds. 8 bunk beds arranged in 4 clusters of 2 each with a pathway between. As the group contained about 30 cadets, doubling up was apparently expected.<br><br>The Next area was a single large unisex shower and bathroom. Like the shared bunks, co-ed showers were considered another way to save space and build comradery. It would probably be cramped with everyone trying to get a shower at once, (only 8 shower heads on the wall) That was probably the point. Either take turns or get close to a buddy.<br><br>The Last quarter of the bay was divided between the day room, and the Instructor's office. The day room was a classroom like area with a single Desk, a whiteboard, a Television (which didn't seem to be plunged in,) and empty floorspace for the cadets to sit on and receive briefings. The office was a tiny room behind a constantly locked door with a sign that read 'Sergent Major Nguyen'
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 22:38:33</strong>
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				Sergent Major Nguyen was waiting for the Cadets when they returned. Instead of the Sharp looking dress uniform she had been wearing outside, she was dressed in a NIGHTGOWN? Holding her Campaign hat in one hand and some sort of bangkok fashion magazine in the other, she watched the cadets enter with tired and bored looking eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 04:24:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda wandered her way on in, exhaustion taking over as all the physical and emotional stress of the day finally kicked into her.&nbsp; It felt like her body had just given up on her.&nbsp; She didn't know how, or if, she was going to make it through this.<br><br>She found a bed and collapsed down onto it, not really sure if they were expected to take particular beds or if they had them assigned, but no longer caring.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to get up.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to move.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to think.&nbsp; A shower could come in the morning when she had the energy to stand.
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 04:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Wade entered, looking around the rather odd little barracks they'd all be sharing. The first thing she noticed was the oddly pajama-clad Nguyen. That was certainly strange in itself, but she wasn't about to go looking for trouble by asking what was up with that. The second thing she noticed was the lack of beds. They'd be doubling up. She grinned a little to herself and dropped back onto an empty bed with a little sigh. While she waited for the lovely Kaija to come in and claim her rightful place as bedmate, the redhead rolled onto her side. She propped her head up in her hand and peeked across at Miranda. "You look beat, blondie. Can't tell me yer tired after today. They didn't even put us through any training. Just wait 'til tomorrow! I bet they wake our asses up at dawn to go on a run or something. But hey, at least you'll have a good nights sleep with someone cute cozied up next to ya, huh?" She grinned broadly. 
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 07:10:33</strong>
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				Nyguen glanced up at the clock and then back to the Cadets who were sprawling there bodies on the bed. Slowly walking down the Isles before SMACKING the bunk bed's post with her magazine. "Hey! Not yet, you listen to the briefing first. Sleep on your time, not mine." Her voice was snapy, but much less loud than it had been outside.<br><br>She stood in the center of the bay and motioned for everyone to come around and listen. Once Everyone was there she spoke. "As I said before, I am Sergent Major Nguyen. In the Vietnam People's Army I was a squad leader, and now in the United Nations Space Force I train cadets like you. Unlike Gunnery Sergent Ermey, I have actually seen combat." She gave a tiny smile, it was almost cute. Her voice sounded much less stern now. Maybe the cadets were just tired, but she almost seemed sexy, at least in the way a Tigress was. There was still a tiny edge of menace in her voice if you looked hard enough.<br><br>"Ermey likes to yell until his Cadets piss themselves, and that is perfectly valid way to train soldiers. But remember that his beloved marines lost the war. I prefer to lead by example not by force. You should not be able to trust me the same way you must trust each other. In this room you may address me casualty so long as you do so with respect and remember to carry yourself with proper military discipline outside. That said however." She puts down the magazine and reaches behind her hat, to pull out a small pistol which she aims at the ceiling and displays to the room. "If any of you do anything that puts there comrades at risk, I will not hesitate to execute them. This is within my authority as your commanding noncomissoned officer. Is that understood cadets?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 09:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda murmured something unintelligible, although it seemed to be some form of assent, when she opened her eyes and stared about two feet beyond Nyugen.&nbsp; Everything seemed to be fine until the mention of being killed; that woke her up a bit.<br><br>"Executed?" she said in what came out more as a whine than a proper question.&nbsp; "Why wouldn't you just send us home?"&nbsp; A half a moment later, she threw in a hasty, "Ma'am."
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 09:41:24</strong>
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				The woman turned her head to Miranda as she put the pistol, a Makarov , away into her hat. "You misunderstand. Nobody here should think they can just give up an go home. And none of you should try dieing as an easy way out. I only use gun if your stupidity puts others at risk. You fuck up, I make you try again until you get it right, Understand?"<br><br>"Now, as for these accommodations. You will each share bunk with other cadet. This will help to get closer to your comrades and prepare you for living in tight quarters on spaceship. You are encouraged to... get to know each other, but remember do not make too much noise, and do not forget sleep. You have exactly 8 hours between Retreat and Reveille. I suggest at least some of that is spent sleeping. If you do a good job, I let you free early, have plenty of time to fuck around. You fuck up, I make you work until music plays, Understand?"
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 04:05:54</strong>
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				The first thought that ran through Scott’s head, as they were ushered into their barracks, was how roomy it was, compared with the small, cramped bunks about the various boats were had served aboard. Slots in the hull so small, he had to fold himself up to fit into them and with mattress so thin, they might as well not be there. When he compared the military&nbsp; accommodations to what he was used to, it felt like he was staying in a fancy hotel. He might even be able to stretch out his long frame in bed, maybe. More likely, he’d be curling his legs up a bit to fit but still better than what he was used to.<br><br>The second thought became stuck, as the mental wheels in his head starting grinding against each other, upon seeing the tiny terror, which was named Sergeant Major Nguyen, standing there, in nightgown and with fashion magazines in hand. He really wasn’t sure just how to process what his mismatched eyes were seeing. Fearing a trap, he edged around the Eastern Devil and found a bunk to sit on. There weren’t enough to go around, he could tell and the wheels became unjammed, as he pondered just who he might be “forced” to share with. Hopefully one of those pretty girls he had come in with.<br><br>His ponders were interrupted by the Devil herself, as Nguyen walked among the bunks, ordering the cadets back on their feet. Like the rest, he shuffled into the middle of the bay, so he could listen to whatever instructions they had to follow before bed. He had been expecting something like push ups until they puked up dinner or something to that effect. Instead she threatened to shoot them, if they put one another at risk but then he was pleasantly surprised when the good Sergeant Major, seemed to actively encouraged all of them to get to know one another, while sharing the bunks.<br><br>“Nguyen” asked Scott, cautiously using the Sergeant Major’s name (as she said she would allow) and using his best, you-are-now-speaking-to-the-skipper voice, “Are we to sleep in the same bunk with the same person every night or mix the arrangements up?”
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 08:31:53</strong>
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				Sergent Major Nguyen's cheeks rise a fraction of an inch. "I'm glad you ask. You are each responsible for a bed, but you do not have to use that bed. You are free to sleep in any bed, but when inspections happen, you are responsible for your bed, and you share responsibility with another Cadet. If somebody else sleep in your bed and mess it up, you have to fix it or you will be in trouble, not them. You will also have lockers which will also be inspected. You do not share these, but you still have to make sure they are in order. Understand?"<br><br>She then got up and walked over to one of the lockers. Currently all of them had a little magnetic card on a metal chain hanging out of them. She pulled one out and held it up for everyone to see before unlocking the empty locker and addressing the crowd. "Your last assignment for today before you can go to bed is to pick a locker and put your things inside. You can find instructions on the proper arrangement inside your book. When you have finished that you may go to bed. I will inspect your lockers and tell you how to make beds tomorrow. If you have any more questions, ask me before you do something stupid. Understand?"
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 08:34:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>"I don't know if I can handle this..."&nbsp; Her voice was soft, gentle and weary as she forced her book back into her hands with difficulty.&nbsp; "Psychics don't really handle stress very well.&nbsp; It hasn't even been a full day yet and I'm already losing control of my gift.&nbsp; What if I drive someone insane if they're touching me while I'm sleeping and I have nightmares?&nbsp; I know I'm going to have nightmares..."
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 10:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kaija moved into the room and walked up and down the hall.&nbsp; She stretched up, hands reaching for the ceiling, bust rising on her chest.&nbsp; Then she gave a contented sigh and turned her back to the wall before pulling her thong out of her rear.&nbsp; She started towards the bed Wade had chosen, but paused at the terrible goddess looking so very human in nightgown with reading material.&nbsp; Her cheeks collored for a moment.&nbsp; She took a few breaths in through her nose, lips pressed together.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She joined the assembly, deliberately standing between Wade and Miranda.&nbsp; When they weren’t immediately called to attention, she wrapped an arm around each girl’s waist.&nbsp; She swallowed when the gun came out, but nodded and gave “Yes, ma’am”s at appropriate intervals.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She glanced momentarily at Scott, wondering if the poor guy would wind up bedding with another man.&nbsp; She was glad she didn’t have the same discomfort about intimacy but…&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The burnet swallowed as the Seargent continued to imply—more or less come right out and say—that they were encouraged to….&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wade could feel the other tall girl getting increasingly more nervous, and her arm tightening around her waist.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 17:16:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Wade squeezed her arm around Kaija's waist as the nervous brunette pressed in closer. She had rolled her eyes a bit at the part about being shot - she hadn't really believed it. Okay, maybe they'd shoot her. Not fatally though. In any case, she was just glad that the toughest obstacle they had left in their day was 'arrange your locker'. A little rest and relaxation would do her good. She was especially worried about their psychic. She didn't seem to be handling things too well. Wade dropped her hand and squeezed Kaija's rear while leaning in to kiss her cheek. The redhead murmured, "Looks like we're bunk buddies after all. After lights out I'm gettin' you out of all of those clothes.." She grinned and slipped away after addressing the Sergeant Major, "Understood, ma'am!"<br><br>Moving back to the bed, Wade grabbed her manual and flipped through it (trying not to actually read much) until she got to the section on how to arrange one's locker. As she browsed the page, she took her gear over to a locker and started setting things up. She kept going back to the book, making sure everything was exactly right. She knew that if even one thing was off she'd most likely be told to do it all over again from the beginning. 
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 20:44:32</strong>
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				"Understood, Ma'am!"<br><br>Well sleeping arrangements were going to get very interesting, Scott could tell and a small smile crept over his face. No doubt it would be annoying but he couldn’t help but find it funny, that one might be responsible to clearing up after a night of dancing the horizontal tango and not have been a dance partner. Wouldn’t that be fun, get back at someone who messed up drill but messing up their bed before inspection? Of course it would come back to bite one on the ass but it would be fun to do it first!<br><br>The Newfoundlander was pulling the manual from his satchel, so he could read the selection about lockers before claiming one, when he overheard Miranda. That sent a shiver down his spine. Their little ESPer could drive them all nuts because she was having nightmares, because the instructors were pushing her too much? Just wonderful. However, his mismatched eyes could see the lovely miss Kaija offering comfort to the poor girl, as well as pleasing tangle of hands, with Wade in the mix. Now there was something he didn’t mind seeing or hearing. However it was the show of support that pushed through the rapidly gather fog of lust and it guilted him a little, into acting like a decent guy.<br><br>“Well then” said Scott, stepping over near Miranda, “You’ll have to find someone who’s a light sleeper like me, to bunk near or with. Someone who can wake you up and who doesn’t need much sleep, again, like yours truly here. I can do that for you, if you want. Won’t bother me any to sit up with you until the nightmares are gone and you can go back to sleep.”
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 02:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She gave a gentle smile of appreciation to Scott, but she softly shook her head.&nbsp; "It's not a good idea to touch me while I'm sleeping," she said.&nbsp; "Especially not when I'm having a nightmare.&nbsp; It should be okay if nobody's touching me, since I don't really know anybody well enough yet to maintain anything without touching or eye contact..."<br><br>She let her eyes close once more.&nbsp; Maybe if she just concentrated, if she told herself not to have nightmares and just fell asleep, everything would be alright.&nbsp; She just had to not think of that horrible image of the shark teeth...which she was thinking about right now.<br><br>With a frustrated sigh, she turned over in the bed, curling up near the edge.&nbsp; Maybe she could just not roll over.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 03:47:12</strong>
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				Scott felt like he had dodged a bullet but at the same time, felt like if he could do something to help, he should. While he wouldn’t mind sleeping with Miranda (or any of the other lovely ladies, he was sharing the barrack with), the possibility he could have his mind tinkered with was terrifying. Still, the young ESPer looked more than miserable, as she rolled over on her side, offering her back to the room. He drew in a breath and steadied his nerves. This time, he wasn’t going to just offer his help, he was going to state his intentions to help despite the warnings.<br><br>“Well Sunshine” said the Newfounder, in reference to her hair, as he leaned into the bunk a little, ducking his shaven head, “Then I’ll just have to bap you with a pillow. You get some sleep and if anything, I’ll see what I can do to get you away from the nightmares.”<br><br>Offering a smile, he ducked out from under the top bunk and gave a little stretch. Opening his manual, he scanned the page about how they were suppose to keep their lockers. It made him roll green and blue eyes. He didn’t need instructions on how to use the space to its most efficient, for the packing of personal gear. Letting out a slight sigh, he walked over the lockers and managed to claim one, right besides Nerys, their little medic in training.<br><br>“So love” said Scott, looking over at Nerys, “You got someone to bunk with yet? I’d sleep much better with a beautiful woman like you, then one of the fellas.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 13:52:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The busty burnet’s cheeks flared at Wade’s promise.&nbsp; She looked down at her feet—which of course were mostly obscured by her cleavage, and she gasped to realize her blush had spread that far down and her nipples were taut and ready.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah…&nbsp; Okay,” she stammered, then hurried away to arrange her locker.&nbsp; Like the others, she opened the manual to review the arrangement, but she kept fumbling her gear as she tried to stow it.&nbsp; Finally, cheeks flaming for a very different reason, she slammed the locker shut and headed for bed, groaning all the way.&nbsp; She slipped out of her shoes and crawled under a sheet, then lay down on her back, hands under her head.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Is Wade even coming after I made such a fool of myself?</em><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hoped so.&nbsp; The busty girl surveyed the room, looking for her new friend.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 14:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Wade shut her locker after making certain that everything was arranged neatly. No sense in getting yelled at over something so stupid. Really, if she was going to fuck up shed rather it be something spectacular. With that out of the way, the redhead made her way to Kaija's bed and slid under the covers behind the buxom brunette. She grinned and curled her arms around the other woman's waist from behind, "Evenin', babe." She presses a soft kiss to the busty woman's neck, her hands sliding up the flat plane of her tummy, under her shirt, cupping her breasts and giving the ample swells a soft squeeze. "Ooh. Is it cold in here, or are you happy to see me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 03:10:10</strong>
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				<strong>Nerys</strong><br><br>"Yes Ma'am," Nerys, like the others, said as the tiny Officer in charge of them threatened to work them to the bone and to, possibly, shoot them if she thought they were being stupid. She had to admit, she wasn't thrilled with the threat, but it did make the little lady's point. She'd make damned sure she didn't do anything dangerously stupid. <br><br>Hearing the sleeping arrangements, she couldn't stop from rolling her eyes...but she closed them first so the petite Commander wouldn't see it. It didn't surprise her that they'd be sharing bunks but seriously, all the talk of it making them a "closer" unit sounded like crap to her. <em>If</em> she decided to do more than sleep next to one of her fellow recruits it would be because she wanted to, not out of some weird sense of group unity.<br><br>Anyone who thought otherwise would quickly find out that she'd already done a lot of studying to become a Doctor and fooling with someone with an intimate knowledge of your biology could be bad for your health.<br><br>Once they were released she found a locker and the page in her instruction manual that described how to arrange it and set to putting her things away appropriately. It took a few tries to get it exactly the way it was described in her manual but she eventually got it picture perfect and grinned at the neat image it made. Putting the manual away as well she curled into the mattress and, half expected, to fall asleep by herself...after all, she hadn't been particularly chatty or friendly so far. Not that she'd been unfriendly, just quiet and more concerned with what was going on around them than getting to know her fellow cadets yet.<br><br><em>“So love” said Scott, looking over at Nerys, “You got someone to bunk with yet? I’d sleep much better with a beautiful woman like you, then one of the fellas.” </em><br><br>Blinking in surprise it took her a moment to realize that Scott was talking to her. After a long glance in his direction she finally gave a small nod, "Feel free, though if you're planning anything other than sleep, you'll end up on the floor," she added, giving fair warning before flipping back the blanket on the other side of the bed so he could join her. "I plan to be well rested for the crap they likely plan to dish out at us on our first day," she added to take some of the sting out of her comment.
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 14:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kaija gave a little gasp of surprise as the redhead got behind her.&nbsp; Warm, strong, smooth arms went around her waist.&nbsp; Her blood flashed hot at soft, full lips pressed into her neck.&nbsp; It was like nothing she had ever felt before—just as hot as the few boys who’d done the same to her before, but different too, soft, deft, perfect.&nbsp; “Oooh,” she sighed.&nbsp; Then wade’s fingers teased over her nipple and squeezed her breast and she gave a gasp, then dissolved into giggles and wiggled back against her new found friend.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned to look into Wade’s eyes and brushed her lips against the other girl’s.&nbsp; “I’m not cold anymore.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 23:59:53</strong>
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				“Am I really that skinny” asked Scott with a teasing laughter to his voice, “That even a pretty little thing like you, thinks she can toss me about?”<br><br>Chuckling softly, the former fisherman peeled off his shirt, humming softly. He didn’t normally sleep naked, having to be ready to roll out of his bunk and rush up on deck but this was a new job and besides, he wasn’t going to waste time, if Nerys decided to change her mind. That and he was all for giving her the chance to feel him up in her sleep, without any barriers in the form of clothing. Shorts, jockstrap and socks quickly followed, all being folded up and set on the edge of the bunk. The humming had stopped by the time his socks were rolled together and he was softly singing.<br><br><em>*I fished with my father, so long long ago<br>We were proud of our trade, and in us it did show<br>We held our heads high, there was lots of fish then<br>That was the time, when we were proud men<br><br>We challenged great storms and sometimes we won<br>Faced death and disaster, we rose with the sun<br>We worked and we toiled, we strained our men brane<br>We were a proud people, will we ere be again?<br><br>And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea<br>Some government bastard now takes it from me<br>It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride<br>I feel so ashamed that I just want to hide<br><br>My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too.<br>Abused and mis-managed, oh what can we do?<br>I'm too old to change, but what of my sons,<br>How will they know that we weren't the ones?</em><br><br>Tattoos and the different shades of his skin exposed, Scott slipped onto the mattress with Nerys. For a moment, he considered curling right up with her but decide it would be best to start out laying on his back. He had found something very attractive to sleep with and had no want to be thrown out of the bunk. While he was sure he could prevent her from ejecting him if he really wanted, he doubt the rest of his fellow recruits (or that eastern devil of a Sergeant Major) would take a shine to him manhandling her, on the first night (or ever).<br><br>“I hope you don’t mind” said the Newfoundlander, “A cuddle love, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help myself while I sleep.”<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><em>* A selection of <span class="bbc_u">Fisherman's Lament</span>, by Great Big Sea</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USNF IC Barracks/Showers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 08:29:29</strong>
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				As the Recruits get comfortable there is a Knock at the door. The Sergent Major gets up and walks across the room to the door where she opens the tiny slot at eye level to look out. "Yes?" "Ma'am cadet Sanders and one other request permission to enter Ma'am." "Permission Granted" The Sergent Major then unbolts the door and opens it, allowing two cadets to enter.<br><br>The pair are a male and a female, there name-tapes read Sanders and Henderson respectively. Both were dressed in bodysuits with tactical gear. A balistic vest, Utility belt, hydration bladder, Helmet carrier, Life support pack, Fire extinguisher, pouches for patches and gloves, that high-g jockstrap/sport bra thing, and a training rifle loaded with blanks slung over there shoulders. The Cadets who read the books would recognize this as an approximation of the gear they would wear on a ship in the event of a possible boarding. Sanders stepped up to the Sergent Major and saluted her. "Ma'am Cadets Sanders and Henderson reporting for Night Guard duty Ma'am" <br><br>Nguyen stood there staring the cadets in the eye with one of her blank expressions for a few moments before returning the Salute and saying "Get to work." She then turned to the rest of the Platoon and said. "For the first week, Cadets from other squadrons will preform night guard duty, You will learn to preform this on your own soon, but until then, they in change, Understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USNF IC Barracks/Showers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 03:20:48</strong>
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				<strong><em>Nerys</em></strong><br><br>A soft chuckle parted her lips at his comment about throwing him about, "You're not skinny, but I'm a world class bed hog and have pitched cousins bigger than you out of bed. Besides, if you were distracted trying to grope me, you wouldn't even realize it was coming until you were falling onto your ass," she said with a smirk and a grin.<br><br>Watching him undress she almost reconsidered what she'd said, but she expected them to be woken up early and worked hard come morning and on the first night, at least, she wanted to get as much sleep as she could. Still the view was pleasant as was the soft singing, even if she wasn't familiar with the song itself. Closing her eyes she let his singing soothe her and felt her body relaxing to the point that she actually dropped the blanket she'd been holding open for him and rolled slightly toward the center of the bed.<br><br>"Cuddling is fine," she murmured and, half asleep, did just that. Letting her body curl against his slightly once he was under the blanket. "Just don't get too hansdy!" she mumbled, already half asleep but enjoying the feel of his warmth against her back.<br><br>She barely noticed the two other cadets entering but murmured a soft, "Yes, Ma'am," when she heard the Sergent Major's voice telling them something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USNF IC Barracks/Showers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 06:26:54</strong>
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				With the night guards here. Sergent Major Nguyen turned to enter her office and slam the door behind her. A few seconds later the sound of a bolt echoed out of the office, and then silence. The two guards looked at each other and grinned knowingly as they began to pace the length of the bay. After a few minutes the speakers began to play a rather sad sounding Bugle call and the lights went out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USNF IC Barracks/Showers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 17:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Wade grinned and pulled Kaija atop her, arms encircling the buxom woman's waist. She leaned in and pressed their lips together in a soft, lingering kiss just as the lights went down and that bugle started to play. The redhead couldn't help but snicker a little bit at the sad, lonely tune it played. She kept herself in control and managed to smother the giggles after a moment, her attention turning back to the gorgeous woman sharing her bed. Her hands grasped the brunettes top, pulling it up and over her head before dropping it to the floor. Grinning, she kisses the woman again, deeply this time, her eyes slipping shut. "Mm..."
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