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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 17:40:01</strong>
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				Assigned to Quarters:<br><br>Cerise DeCourti - Sickbay Technician<br>Brady Vincent - Nurse
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 00:30:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise dragged her bags through the hallways, and stopped as she came to the quarters that were marked with her and someone else's names on it.&nbsp; She hadn't been told that she was getting a roommate, but she didn't mind.&nbsp; It would give her a chance to get to know someone else that was on board.&nbsp; She could always use another friend.<br><br>Brady Vincent... Hmm...She didn't quite remember meeting the man last night at the party, but she had shown up late to the event, due to the fact that the Tactical Officer hadn't been clear enough in his instructions to her.&nbsp; She figured that he was someone that she could avoid at all costs from now on, at least so that she could keep a clear head and be secure in her obscure position on board this ship.<br><br>She punched in the security code given to her and watched as the thick, metal doors hissed open at the digital command.&nbsp; She took a step inside, looking around.&nbsp; It was more or less what she expected.&nbsp; There were bunks, and just a few other pieces of things, but that was it.&nbsp; That was all she needed, she thought.&nbsp; It didn't take much to amuse Cerise or keep her happy.<br><br>Stepping into the middle of the room, she paused, twirling in a circle as she looked around again.&nbsp; Her nose scrunched cutely and she chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about this predicament, if that was what she wanted to call it.&nbsp; She was obviously sharing the room with someone, and she figured it would be good manners if she were to wait until he showed up so that they could decide who would be sleeping where, instead of her making those decisions for them.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 03:12:33</strong>
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				Belting out the last note, Brady shut off the sonic shower. The young ensign was one that always found himself singing in the shower. Not having water didn’t change that fact. It helped that the bathroom was sound proof. Brady had a new bounce in his step as he exited the bathroom. It had more than a little to do with one Lieutenant Vergil Tosh.<br><br>The door behind him shut as he walked into the sleeping area. It was a small room, being on the low end of the totem pole he shared it. His roomie however had not been around and he assumed transferred off the ship. It came as quite a shock to Brady to find someone in the room.<br><br>Not to mention he was buck naked.<br><br>“Ack!” Brady shrieked, his hands flopping down instantly to cover the sensitive bits. “I didn’t know anyone was here!” Bent over, Brady’s cheeks flared crimson. “I…uh…” He shuffled over to the bed and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around his waist.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 04:39:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cerise was sitting on one of the bunks, looking through her bag when she heard a door open behind her.&nbsp; She looked up and her jaw dropped.&nbsp; Oh. My. God.&nbsp; Her eyes widened in shock at the naked man standing in front of her.&nbsp; Then, mentally slapping herself, she shook it off and had the decency to turn around quickly, her cheeks heating up at what she had just seen.<br><br>She shut her eyes tight, as if trying to block herself from seeing anything else that she wasn't supposed to.&nbsp; "I...I just came in," she stammered.&nbsp; "I didn't know there was anyone else in here," she stuttered.&nbsp; "I've been here for about ten minutes now and heard no one else," she explained, her words mumbled.&nbsp; She heard the rustling of sheets and could only imagine what the man behind her was doing.&nbsp; At least now she knew which bunk she'd be taking.<br><br>Blindly, and more than a bit dumbly, she reached her hand behind her.&nbsp; "Cerise DeCourti," she said in what she hoped was a decent greeting. But then again, what was a decent greeting after one had just seen a stranger naked? "And don't worry...I won't turn around until you tell me it's okay to do so," she said, her words coming out in a rush.&nbsp; "I would leave," she said quickly.&nbsp; "But that would require me to turn around, and compromise your modesty if I were to see you naked again.&nbsp; Not that you have anything to be ashamed of," she said.&nbsp; <br><br>"You really don't," she rambled.&nbsp; "Nothing at all..." she said.&nbsp; "And, it's not like I haven't seen a naked man before...Because I totally have," she said.&nbsp; "There was this one time at the Academy," she said, but then realized that she was rambling.&nbsp; "And I'll stop rambling now," she said, her face going positively the color of ripened strawberries in her embarrassment.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 05:53:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/4c76dfb610384.jpg?t=1292043059)</div><br>Brady wrapped the sheet tightly around his waist and slowly shuffled to the drawers built into the wall against the corridor. He pushed one and it shot open. The skinny nurse rummaged inside and pulled out a pair of shorts and teetering on one foot and then the other he managed to pull them on. If possible Brady turned an even deeper shade of red.<br><br>“I…uh…I’m ensign Brady Vincent.” Brady said unsure whether or not he should hold out his hand.<br><br>He continued to rummage in the drawer and found a plain blue t-shirt. Brady pulled it over his head. Finally he was able to toss the blanket back on the bed. “I guess, I’m…ah…sorry.” He chuckled nervously. “Nice to meet you Cerise.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 06:33:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The nice view that Cerise had gotten was now covered, and she didn't know whether to be relieved or sad.&nbsp; She smiled, turning around.&nbsp; "It's...very nice to meet you," she said with a smile.&nbsp; She watched the other man, noticing the deep blush that was coating his face, and wondered if hers was a matching shade of red as well.&nbsp; At least she could take comfort in the fact that she wasn't the only one that was about to die of embarrassment at the encounter that had just happened.<br><br>"There's really nothing to be sorry for," she said, a kind smile on her face.&nbsp; "I was reassigned this morning," she said, gesturing to the quarters around her.&nbsp; "I saw your name on the door, but I just assumed when I came in that no one was here yet.&nbsp; I couldn't hear anything either.&nbsp; I guess that's the benefits of sound proof walls, huh?" she laughed.&nbsp; "Are you working in the Sickbay as well for Lieutenant Tir?" she asked, wanting to see if they would have the same work assignments.&nbsp; "I know you're somewhat new, I think.&nbsp; I didn't see you at the welcoming gathering last night in the lounge..."<br><br>She knelt to the floor, and grabbed his towel, before standing up and handing it to him.&nbsp; "Here you go," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "If you want, I can always walk back out and then walk back in, so we can do over this little adventure properly," she teased, grinning at him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 04:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/47efd5c2740ee.jpg?t=1294111915)</div><br>Brady's face lightened from it's crimson to a mere pink as he took the towel back. "Um...nah...let's just forget it happened." He managed to snicker. "I wasn't at the welcoming last night." He admitted. The young nurse didn't want to really discuss it. He still wasn't sure how he would act the first time he ran into the Commanding Officer of the ship. Captain Mitchell happened to be his uncle's partner. Awkward.<br><br>"I can't wait until we really get to work. Lieutenant Tir seems amazing. I haven't really met anyone else on the ship." Brady thought, then caught himself. "Oh...well Lieutenant Tosh. He's the Chief of Security." He smiled widely. "What about you? Met anyone else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 03:26:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Actually," Cerise said with a pondering look,&nbsp; "I've met the Transporter Chief...Her name is Avalona," she explained.&nbsp; "And I also met the Chief Tactical Officer, or at least, the former one.&nbsp; I heard that the one that I met was let go of his duty on the ship for one reason or the other," she explained.&nbsp; "Which is all good," she murmured.&nbsp; "He didn't come off as being my cup of tea," she said.&nbsp; "Avalona seemed friendly enough, though," she shrugged, looking at Brady.<br><br>"I..trust that you are human, yes?" she asked, eying the other man carefully.&nbsp; She knew better than to make any kind of judgments on a person's race on this ship.&nbsp; Her own boss looked like she was definitely human, but she definitely was not, that much Cerise knew about Lieutenant Tir.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh," she said as an afterthought.&nbsp; "I also ran into Dr. Tir earlier.&nbsp; She seems very easy going, but very work oriented.&nbsp; I didn't get to the party last night early enough to meet anyone else there, unfortunately..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 20:09:23</strong>
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				Brady was about to respond when their discussion was interrupted by the klaxon blare. The ship had gone to yellow alert. It was followed by an automated message.<br><br>=/\= All available medical personnel to your designated points. =/\=<br><br>Brady looked at Cerise and smiled. "I guess that's us, huh?" Now, not really caring about modesty, Brady pulled off his shirt he just put on and tossed it on the bed. He leaped over to the set of drawers and opened one, pulling out his uniform top and pants. He quickly dressed, grabbing his communicator pin. Brady slapped it onto his chest and the two headed for sickbay.<br><br><em>continued in sickbay</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:03:47</strong>
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				<strong>Brady in a frenzy getting ready for a date on Arkaria</strong><br><br>Brady wasted no time running down the corridors and dashing into his quarters he shared with Ensign Cerise DeCourti. He didn’t even noticed if she was there, an amazing feat considering they shared a one-room junior crew quarters. Instead, Brady grabbed a bag from under the bed and began shoving clothes into it. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d be doing with Lieutenant Tosh on their trip, but he wanted to be prepared.<br><br>With swimming trunks, sweatshirt, jacket, pants, fresh underwear, t-shirt, and a pair of shoes he considered most things covered. Brady dropped the bag and began to pull his uniform shirt off, shoving it into an empty space in a drawer. He was going to get to see a Senior Officer’s quarters. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:16:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You know, you should really start putting signs on the door when you're unclothed.&nbsp; This is like the third time I've walked in to find out in a state of undress."&nbsp; Cerise's voice was highly amused as the other Ensign walked into the quarters that she shared with the man in the room.&nbsp; "Otherwise, I'm prone to keep walking in on these things and people are going to start talking, Brady," she laughed, walking over and sitting down on her bed.<br><br>"Looks like you're getting ready for a wonderful day out," she told him, glancing from him, to the bag that he was packing and then back to him again.&nbsp; "Are you going out with Lieutenant Tosh again?" she asked in a semi-cute voice, her face lighting up into a smile.&nbsp; "I couldn't help but notice the way you two have been interacting at times.&nbsp; It's cute," she told him.<br><br>With that, her own thoughts turned to that of Lieutenant Teel, the man that she had yet to run into again since he had come to see her a few days ago in the Sickbay.&nbsp; She knew that he was probably busy, getting himself out of the former problem area that the entire ship was experiencing, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd see him again soon.&nbsp; If not, that was all well and good because she was here to work mostly, and she was sure that it would be frowned upon for her to get into a relationship with a senior officer.&nbsp; That would just provide too much fodder for the masses.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:25:05</strong>
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				Brady snickered as he grabbed a pair of shorts and turned around. He had no issues with changing in front of someone, especially another medical professional. The number of times he had to quick strip during a class at the Academy dulled his senses. “Let them talk, besides it’s probably easier to take that than being seen with a Senior Officer.” He smiled as he pulled his shorts on.<br><br>“And, if you must know, yes, I’m going to Arkaria with Lieutenant Tosh.” Brady said very seriously. He then erupted with laughs and jumped onto the bed. “I can’t believe it. I bagged a Senior Officer!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 19:48:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"You know," Cerise murmured as she fought--and failed to stifle her laugh.&nbsp; "I should so record this moment and send it to dear Lieutenant Tosh.&nbsp; I'm sure he'd like to see the true mental stability of the man that's caught his eye," she told him, grinning from air to air as she did so.&nbsp; She knew that Brady was happy about what he had accomplished and it was clear that the man liked the Lieutenant.&nbsp; "He seemed like a nice person, though not someone that I'd like to cross anytime soon," she said, remembering the few times she had run into the Lieutenant in the Sickbay.<br><br>"You two should have fun," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "I hear the planet has many things to do and keep one entertained."&nbsp; Cerise had wanted to go out and explore the planet, but she was very tired on her feet.&nbsp; She probably would venture out at some point, but sleep was coming first right now.&nbsp; "I'm probably just going to relax here and catch up on my sleep a bit.&nbsp; God knows after pulling the hours we did, we need some downtime.&nbsp; I'll be sure to get enough sleep for the both of us," she added rather impishly.&nbsp; "It's obvious that you won't be getting any while out with the good Lieutenant."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Junior Sickbay Crew Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 22:01:34</strong>
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				Brady shot up from the bed. “Oh shit, you’re right. I gotta go, Cerise.” He grabbed the full bag and ran into the bathroom they shared. He grabbed a few items and shoved them further into the bag. “He’s waiting for me.”<br><br>He reached the door and turned back around. “Not that I don’t love chatting with you, but I’ve got a man waiting. Besides, you've got to find some trouble for yourself. Our first shore leave and you're going to sleep? There's got to be some hot blooded crewman that could use a good time.” Brady grinned widely and ran into the corridor, nearly missing a fellow crewman.<br>
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