On Dutyish

Posted on Saturday 28 January 2017 @ 15:51 by Lieutenant JG Martin Landau

Mission: Old, New Ship
Location: TIC
Timeline: MD11 - Midday
300 words - 0.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Martin was still a disgusting mess and still wearing the same clothes all week as last week wondering when he will ever perk up and be normal again and be on duty fully dressed and not sleep deprived. He sat there at his desk with the crew ignoring him all day trying to stay away from the sleep deprived centaurian and his volatile state of mind. Lunch was eaten on Landaus deck which was the same centaurian dish as yesterday and continued to take bite from it making more of a mess on his shirt as the stain got bigger. Landau sat there eating lunch going over reports and stuff from the screen in front of him wondering what to do next.

He stood up watching crew back off and walk away as he returned the plate and glass to the replicator and headed back for the desk still wondering how and when he would recover to full strength and look smarter. Martin threw a stack of pads off the desk with one clean sweep of his arm on the desktop hearing them clang onto the floor in anger as he stood up picking up the padds from the floor and throwing them onto the desktop of the desk wondering when his life will get better. Jack had passed earlier in the day and had mentioned a shower would go along way to us liking you and the fact in my state it might perk me up but he had seen the look on Martins face and legged it elsewhere passing Highway in the corridor. Landau could hear the conversation telling him not to go in as my mood wasn't that respectful and my disgusting state and the tramp look.

Lieutenant JG Martin Landau
Chief Strategic Operations Officer
USS Merlin