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Apr. 1st, 2015 08:14 pmThere anything that still needs cleanin' up, after all that? [A beat.] Or just a department or somethin' that's a little understaffed?
[Not that he's qualified to do most of the things here, besides work in the library, but...]
I'm still not used to havin' this much free time on my hands. Never thought I'd miss the idea of havin' KP duty. [And he's going stir crazy.
Maybe he should ask Jimmy if he's learned anything worth sharing cooking wise.]
[Open Spam]
[It's strange how quickly things go back to normal, here. A couple days ago, everyone was worried about a murderer being on the loose, and now things are calm again. Gene sits out on deck smoking at all hours, mostly at ease, even if he still has his sidearm and KA-BAR on him at all times, and startles whenever someone sneaks up on him.
At reasonable hours when he's feeling kind of bored and restless, he pops in the infirmary to check on anyone who's still stuck in there, specifically keeping an eye out for friends or just saying hi to Merlin.
He still looks tired more often than he doesn't, but eating regular meals in the mess hall has definitely helped him gain the weight he'd lost on Peleliu back, so overall he looks healthier, less starved. He's taken to running in the Enclosure - still in his uniform, still with his weapons, including his carbine slung over his shoulders from time to time - to try and keep in shape, and if you happen to come in when he's picked the setting, you're likely to be transported to some thick, mostly deciduous forest that's either hot and humid or cool and damp.
(Honestly, it's usually more cool. Even the familiar heat from back home feels too suffocating most of the time, now.)
And of course there's the library and common rooms, where he's either got his nose deep in a book about birds or the (American) Civil War, or scribbling away in the notebook Steve got him for Christmas, brow furrowed in concentration.
(One old haunt he avoids entirely is the chapel. He's not sure if anyone's cleaned up after what happened, but he doesn't want to spend time around a place where a friend got killed. Especially since he hasn't come back yet.)]
[Spam for Snafu]
[One of the first things he winds up doing, though, isn't hitting the library or poking his head in the infirmary. He's in the mess getting breakfast (he's been up since four, but had at least tried to sleep in until six or so), loading his tray with coffee and fresh fruit and water, and spots Snafu sitting by himself, working his way through his own plate of food. They've been kind of avoiding each other since Dillon ripped whatever it was out of the other marine, which is just getting ridiculous at this point. It's been a couple days, so Snaf's had more than enough time to lick his wounds in private, and Gene's pretty certain all that stuff he'd said had been the spirit, not Snafu.
(Pretty certain, even if he still wonders what kernels of truth might have been in his behavior and their last actual conversation.)
So Gene finishes gathering his breakfast and doesn't waste any time debating where he's going to sit: he just walks over and puts down his tray across from Snafu, sitting down before he has a chance to protest. He stabs his fork into a piece of cantaloupe and looks up at his friend like nothing weird had happened before.]
How's your shoulder?
[Not that he's qualified to do most of the things here, besides work in the library, but...]
I'm still not used to havin' this much free time on my hands. Never thought I'd miss the idea of havin' KP duty. [And he's going stir crazy.
Maybe he should ask Jimmy if he's learned anything worth sharing cooking wise.]
[Open Spam]
[It's strange how quickly things go back to normal, here. A couple days ago, everyone was worried about a murderer being on the loose, and now things are calm again. Gene sits out on deck smoking at all hours, mostly at ease, even if he still has his sidearm and KA-BAR on him at all times, and startles whenever someone sneaks up on him.
At reasonable hours when he's feeling kind of bored and restless, he pops in the infirmary to check on anyone who's still stuck in there, specifically keeping an eye out for friends or just saying hi to Merlin.
He still looks tired more often than he doesn't, but eating regular meals in the mess hall has definitely helped him gain the weight he'd lost on Peleliu back, so overall he looks healthier, less starved. He's taken to running in the Enclosure - still in his uniform, still with his weapons, including his carbine slung over his shoulders from time to time - to try and keep in shape, and if you happen to come in when he's picked the setting, you're likely to be transported to some thick, mostly deciduous forest that's either hot and humid or cool and damp.
(Honestly, it's usually more cool. Even the familiar heat from back home feels too suffocating most of the time, now.)
And of course there's the library and common rooms, where he's either got his nose deep in a book about birds or the (American) Civil War, or scribbling away in the notebook Steve got him for Christmas, brow furrowed in concentration.
(One old haunt he avoids entirely is the chapel. He's not sure if anyone's cleaned up after what happened, but he doesn't want to spend time around a place where a friend got killed. Especially since he hasn't come back yet.)]
[Spam for Snafu]
[One of the first things he winds up doing, though, isn't hitting the library or poking his head in the infirmary. He's in the mess getting breakfast (he's been up since four, but had at least tried to sleep in until six or so), loading his tray with coffee and fresh fruit and water, and spots Snafu sitting by himself, working his way through his own plate of food. They've been kind of avoiding each other since Dillon ripped whatever it was out of the other marine, which is just getting ridiculous at this point. It's been a couple days, so Snaf's had more than enough time to lick his wounds in private, and Gene's pretty certain all that stuff he'd said had been the spirit, not Snafu.
(Pretty certain, even if he still wonders what kernels of truth might have been in his behavior and their last actual conversation.)
So Gene finishes gathering his breakfast and doesn't waste any time debating where he's going to sit: he just walks over and puts down his tray across from Snafu, sitting down before he has a chance to protest. He stabs his fork into a piece of cantaloupe and looks up at his friend like nothing weird had happened before.]
How's your shoulder?
