I need a lot of beer

I'm in space; I'm not kidding

[entrstrathmore]

The man was shining on Strat, like the goddamn sun, with a jawline he could cut his teeth on. Damn, for a second, he forgot why he wasn’t listening. 

Alrigh’, Alrigh’. Strat was caught.  He could own up, feeling a tinge of guilt when blondie looked at him with so much intent. God, he wished he could get excited about something like plants.  He couldn’t help it, though, he laughed. The look on his face— too much, even for his guilt to take seriously.  "Ya know," he said, waving a finger. "It’s boy scouts like you that keep this place runnin’. You let me know when those Osiers get dangerous for humans, and tell me about that, eh?" 

He untangled his long legs to put boots flat on the ground poignantly, deciding to go to the fridge to keep from decomposing too much. If he waited around too long, he was getting bitchy.  Right next to the frozen fungi and Striptus Heads, surely there was something to drink. He pulled out a bottle of something green, like tea. He shook it at Kirk.  "Hey, can I drink this?" It had Sam’s name on it, surely this was a snack or something. 

[entrsam-blog]

Well if he wasn't gonna be paying attention he might as well talk to the damn plant instead, Sam decided as Strathmore stood up, although not without stealing a glance at his damn legs. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Wait!"

He whirled on his spot, widening his eyes-- oh. It was just that damn drink Aurelan had bribed him into trying. If he was honest, he would have preferred to drink unknown samples instead, but hey, it was 'for your health' apparently. "Okay, yeah, it's safe to drink, I think. But why would you that when instead..."

He patted his hands on the table, before he scurried away to the other side of the lab. Underneath one of the tables, there was a small drawer, although big enough to hold inside about six bottles of beer and a couple of cans. 

"Ah-ha," he held his hands out, wriggled his fingers and pointed at his small hidden treasure. "See? And here ya probably thought us Science folks were boring, or some shit. Nah. Out of everyone in this ship, we're probably the ones with the best equipment. And we're also safe too." 

Maybe Engineering beat them at it. But he digressed. 

"You can't tell anyone though. And if you do, no one must know I was working. Might get me in trouble with Jimmy."

[entrstrathmore]

As a default in chemistry, the soldier was a fan of blonds. Usually not married dudes with a zealous boner for plants, but hey — Strat had twelve hours to entertain himself here. And this was a Class R threat level experiment, not like you could tell by the pretty pink flowers that Samuel over there was fawning over.  Samuel Kirk looked like a kid finding his dad’s porno mag when the enterprise got their hands on some Weeping Osier off the class M planet they hit two days ago, and yeah Strathmore had to get the low done form Starfleet in form of a very strict message from Sarek. Yes, ambassador, I know what Weeping Osier is. No, I did not know it was lethal to Vulcans and Vulcan species. Yes, I understand these experiments are very important for the future of the species. Yes, I will watch Sam over there fondle your plants safety, Ambassador.  Sigh. He saw the signed release for forty hours of research on this thing too. It was gonna long feckin’ week.

Strathmore was listening to Samuel ramble about something, and the soldier was just entertaining himself with the man’s starfleet issued science pants, just to keep things interesting.  "Sorry— what was that?" He asked, catching the tail end of what he’d said. Day one. Here we go. 

[entrsam-blog]

The thing about having someone else hanging around the lab was that Sam inevitably felt compelled to share a word or two, no matter what the topic was, it actually helped him relax and concentrate. Sure, sometimes his mouth ran like a goddamn river while his mind was completely centered on his work, so who was he to blame people when they were distracted? Still. Wow! He couldn't help feeling a bit wounded when he found out the guy wasn't listening. 

It was interesting as hell. Sam felt sorry for any human or non human who wasn't bewitched by the wonders of biology. 

He even froze in the middle of handling one of the Osier's leaves, half turning in his spot to throw Alfred a look that spoke of irritation and maybe a bit of...

Okay, okay. He was married, yeah? But it didn't mean he couldn't appreciate other's faces, right? As Sam said, look at the buffet, but eat at home. Easy peasy. Lemon squeezy. 

Sam clicked his tongue in disapproval, carefully setting down the plant and adjusting his gloves a bit. "I was saying that each of these little claw like things on its leaves have something very similar to conhydrine, and actually pseudoconhydrine too-- I'm actually surprised it can't do anything to humans, or maybe it can? It didn't say anything on the report but I can't help but wonder y'know?"

But he wasn't really paying attention, was he.

"When did you stop listening, huh? What was the last thing you heard?"

[entrkiara-blog]

"Huh."

Shaking  her hand once again, she mentally debated her choice. But in the end there was no real choice. Kiara chose rock, again.

[entrsam-blog]

He went for scissors.

"Ah," he grinned, "well, that's one for you. Another," he said, already shaking his hand. 

[entrkiara-blog]

"Still doesn’t make sense. But that’s ok, a lot of human things don’t make sense."

"Ok. One round." She paused, shook her hand three times, and stuck it out in a fist: rock. It was an easy choice.

[entrsam-blog]

"True, very true," he shrugged, smiling. "We're a bunch o' wild ones."

He watched her hand as he shook his', and, funnily enough, also chose rock. "Ah, see, we're tied. Let's try that again."

[entrkiara-blog]

"Ok, that looks like a rock."

"I still don’t see how wrapping something defeats it."

[entrsam-blog]

"I don't know. It just does. It wraps it so it can't move and smash the scissors, I guess."

"Wanna try a round?"

[entrkiara-blog]

"No, I’ve never played it."

"And how does paper beat rock? I’m a geologist, that just doesn’t work."

[entrsam-blog]

"I think it's best I show you. See," he raised his hand, wriggling his fingers before he curled them into a fist. "This is rock. It can smash the scissors, but paper beats it because it wraps it," so he placed his other hand on top of it.

"Like a Christmas present. Anyway. Ya got that?" 

[entrkiara-blog]

"What is rock paper scissors? It seems to be a form of mediation, but I don’t see how household objects could broker an agreement."

[entrsam-blog]

"Oh--"

"No no, it's a game. With your hands I don't know how or why it came to be, but, look. Rock beats scissors, scissors beat paper, paper beats rock. You've never played it?"

[sebastijanstan]

"I live by ‘Go big or go home.’ I apply that to everything. That’s what I live by. That’s how I like it."  Paul William Walker (September 12,1973 - November 30, 2013)

It’s been a year since you’re gone but never forgotten. R.I.P.

[entr-nursechapel]

She really didn’t mean to laugh, after all she lectured all her nurses on maintaining a professional composure and a good bedside manner, but was a friend and an idiot so she couldn’t help the guffaw that spilled from her lips.

"Sure Kirk, we can take care of that for you," she snickered while motioning him to a biobed, "you don’t even have to puke it up!"

[entrsam-blog]

"It was the fastest solution and you and I know it-- oh, come on," and he goes red, his cheeks, his neck, his ears; it can be easily blamed on her laughter. He nudges her, pokes her shoulder to get her to stop. 

"Shut it. Shut it, you. Wow! I thought nurses weren't supposed to laugh at people, huh, I might just have to file a complaint. 'Chapel has awfully contagious laughter. Dismisses man in distress.' That's gonna be the title.

"I knew you'd do that. I knew it."

[entr-nursechapel]

"Kirk, since I’ve been here, you’ve broken both your arms twice, been almost bitten by a salt zombie, and nearly died of a fever. You’re one of my worst patients!"

"And of course it’s confidential…now, what did you do?" She tries to say in a serious tone, but she can’t promise she won’t laugh in his face, because Sam had the worst luck.

[entrsam-blog]

"You are exaggerating so much, nurse Chapel."

Okay, he can do it. He can tell her, he trusts her, right?

"I was eating cake. Really good fucking cake, it was one of out lab minions' birthday, so we figured, well why not get him one of those cool strawberry and chocolate ones, y'know? So I'm here thinking to myself, 'if this cake was a person I would make sweet love to it'. And then I got cake on my fingers."

He breathes out. "And I might've accidentally ended up swallowing my ring. So if you can help me puke it out, that would be nice."

[entr-nursechapel]

*raises brow* “What in the blazes did you to to yourself now Kirk? You look like a naughty child…”

[entrsam-blog]

"Oh, come on. I can't possibly be that bad."

He adds a tiny smile there, just for charming purposes. 

But then he folds his hands and steps closer, looking around. "I had a bit of an accident, nothing too serious, I hope. So now I kind of need help...to solve the problem. I, um."

God, it's so embarrassing he can't even bring himself to say it. "Uh. There's nurse-patient confidentiality right?"

[entrsam-blog]

"Okay so."

"You're a nurse, right? You're the best of the best, I guess. You know how to handle...stuff."

[sassenach79]

[entrmbenga]

"Can I help you with something?,"He asked looking up from his paper work.

The Commander had gotten sick and he refused to come in to get a check up. So now he was stuck with all this paper work. He would try to convince him to come in later. Or else he would have to make a house call.

It had been so many years since a Vulcan had gotten a cold, and it was even more rare for the Enterprise’s first officer.

Admittedly, this had rattled Jabilo. So to compensate he was doing paperwork. And just when he had started to really get some work done… oh well. What could be done? 

[entrsam-blog]

God dammit.

He was there because Mira had dragged him, just because of that. He could probably leave pretty quickly if he got a hypo, or just shoved his finger down his throat. He'd be fine.

It didn't make him feel any better, but hey, he had to try. 

"Heyyy," Sam said, slipping into the man's office, looking around. "So. Yeah, I need a little help, but if I'm interrupting some big deal then I can just go away, y'know? It's-- it's not that important."

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

“Earlier, I was licking icing off of my finger and boom, I swallowed my wedding ring.” (Sam)

Mira stared at the man before opening her mouth and then closing it. She considered what he said again and this time said, “…Were you drunk, Sam?”

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

Mira stopped when he did, turning to face him with an annoyed look. Really, now, he was acting like a little kid. “So what if he does? He’ll laugh about it and never let you live it down—I was already going to do that after we go the thing out of your stomach.” She cocked an eyebrow, smirking. “You need to get over yourself, Sammy.”

"Whoa—you are not doing this without a doctor. That might not even be the proper way to get the ring out! How about we find a doctor who won’t tell McCoy, since you’re oh so worried about what he’ll think. Isn’t there an ACMO? We could ask that person.”

[entrsam-blog]

"Don't call me that," now he was truly acting like a petulant child, but he couldn't help it. The situation called for it. "Jim calls me that and it's-- Jim calls me that. Come up with another nickname. Hell, I'll let you call me ring stomach, or something."

"The ACMO? Probably. Also I'm pretty sure it could come out that way, it happened like, a few minutes ago so we're still pretty good to go on the whole puking thing. Come on, tell me you've never accidentally swallowed something you weren't supposed to swallow?"

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

“Earlier, I was licking icing off of my finger and boom, I swallowed my wedding ring.” (Sam)

Mira stared at the man before opening her mouth and then closing it. She considered what he said again and this time said, “…Were you drunk, Sam?”

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

"Oh,right your wife. Well, we’ll have to be extra careful not to run into her. Unless you just lie and say you took it off when you went for a shower or something." 

She gave him a look, almost rolling her eyes. “You know that medbay has more than one doctor, right? You don’t have to got to the Chief for something like this. Come on.” She pulled him up from where he sat, dragging him into the corridor and towards medbay. 

[entrsam-blog]

Sam followed, although reluctantly at first, before he dug his heels into the floor and stopped. Right. "Yeah I know, but he'll end up knowing, Mira, he's in charge of the whole place."

"Maybe I can steal a tricorder, work it out from there." It would sound gross, but. "You know anything about stuff that might make me throw up?"

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

“Earlier, I was licking icing off of my finger and boom, I swallowed my wedding ring.” (Sam)

Mira stared at the man before opening her mouth and then closing it. She considered what he said again and this time said, “…Were you drunk, Sam?”

[jay-mockridge-deactivated201508]

"Dear, God, Sam. You sound ridiculous and stupid at the same time. Congrats." She shook her head at the man. 

"Yeah, you do. Especially before someone asks where your ring went. Do yourself a favor and don’t tell anyone else you swallowed your wedding ring. We should find a doctor or something…”

[entrsam-blog]

"Heeeey." Maybe he did, but just a little bit. He frowned, looking down at his stomach.

"I guess as long as they don't notice it's gone, I'm safe and sound. Or as long as I stay away from my wife. Doctor though. Yeah, that...okay, but Leonard's going to kill me too. Or laugh at my face."