Thomas And The Giggle Brigade

Posted on Mar 12, 2015 @ 2:17pm by Thomas Varn & Lieutenant Commander Cade Foster & Lance Corporal Stacy Flannigan
Edited on on Mar 12, 2015 @ 2:17pm

Mission: Limbo

"Thomas and the Gigglebrigade"

(Continued from "Conditions")

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Scene: U.S.S. PHOENIX
Location: Quarters of Sylvia Warren & Thomas Varn
Stardate: [2.15]0311.2320

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“What do you mean you can’t find anything to do,” Sylvia shouted as she moved from one room to the next looking for needed padds of information and system layouts. Thomas merely watched her and smiled to himself before shrugging only to see her quickly pass by yet again only stopping to grab a small bite to eat from the food he had replicated earlier.

Shaking his head he slowly began to prepare her a plate that he would insist that she eat only to watch her nibble and disappear out the door. His mind wandered slightly about the runnings of the ship and the station that they were at. He had been in the loop for so long he had forgotten what it was like to be on the outside looking in; and, he found himself enjoying it.

"I didn't say I couldn't find anything to do," he stated walking into the bedroom before leaning on the doorway, "I said that it was good not to have anything specific to do."

Sylvia with food in her mouth looked at him while placing her boots on. The remnants of what Thomas thought was toast hung slightly from her lips as she held onto it with her teeth and began to mumble, "ou kno ou obably ould oo Oo he ience..."

Thomas started chuckling before holding his hand up, "you know anyone would need a universal translator for that; but, I have been relieved of duty temporarily and even if the Captain decides not to follow any protocol at any point I am. I have not been read in nor have I met the Science head."

Standing to her feet and swallowing Sylvia sighed in protest, "but you just said..."

"Sylvia please promise me you won't go asking for busy work for me," Thomas words were both loving and firm.

Looking down and turning her head into his hand as he touched her cheek she smiled and sighed in momentary defeat, "I promise."

Thomas smiled leaning in kissing her forehead, " thank you now hurry or you'll be..."

Lieutenant Rochemonte to Lieutenant Warren did you forget again," Cindy's voice rang out over the communicator causing Sylvia to blush slightly and Thomas to wink at her.

"I haven't forgotten and I do have time to arrive before the shift begins; but, I'm on my way now," she simply replied disappearing out the door.

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Location: Arboretum
Time Index: Two Hours Later

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Thomas Varn’s quiet day was ruined with the sudden appearance in the arboretum of what he could only describe as a red whirlwind.

“There he is! Sylvia described him just right down to the puppydog eyes,” Thomas opened his eyes to find a voluptuous redhead leaning over him. She smiled broadly. “Hi, I’m Lance Corporal Stacy Flannigan, this is Cindy Rochemonte, and Sylvia volunteered you to help us. Well. Help us, and keep Dr. Foster in line.”

“I. What?” Thomas blinked up at her.

“Gah! You’re so cute! Sylvia has good taste.” Stacy winked saucily at him and giggled.

“You. You’re a marine?” He said in disbelief.

“Uh huh! Semper fi!” Stacy snapped off a perkily cute salute.

“Stacy, I think you’re overwhelming him,” a french accented voice said from the pathway. Thomas sat up to look at the second voice, which belonged to a bespectacled redhead in engineering yellow. “We need you to help us with engineering a sensor to help the crew on the station find this Selyara woman. She may have drastically changed her appearance, but she can’t change her physiology completely. A Vulcan-Betazoid hybrid should be unique enough for us to be able to use a special sensor to search for her. It’s just we don’t exactly know what that would look like. All the science officers are busy getting the rest of the ship up and running, but Sylvia suggested that you might want something to do. Also, she said you’re friends with Dr. Foster.”

Stacy gave him a pouty pleading look.

“Say you’ll help us.”

Thomas could only manage to blink before dusting his hands off and laying the utensils he was using down, "ladies while I'm flattered..."

Stacy's face physically fell as he began to start a well practiced and thought out speech he had given Sylvia about "helping" the science department out.

"Ugh, she said you'd start with that; but, we're to tell you something amazing," she stated turning to Cindy.

"That you have an appointment with the science department head," Cindy replied.

Thomas' eyes widened slightly as their hue mixed to red and yellow, "she promised she wouldn't."

"Oh she didn't we did," Stacy smiled widely, "she said that she would never do that to you. We, of course have no such compunctions. And besides, we really do need your help, and if you can just sweet talk the Chief we'll be able to borrow one of the labs to work in."

"I'd just give in if I were you," Cindy said in a slightly resigned voice. "She really won't take no for an answer, the woman is a force of nature. She'll keep at it until she gets her way."

"But what if I don't want to?" Thomas said, bemused.

"You do want to. I know people, men especially, and you are a smart man looking for a distraction, with a girlfriend who he's driving nuts," Stacy winked cheekily. "Besides I'm not completely mean. I don't force, I encourage. Come on."

She steered him towards the door by the elbow.

Thomas chuckled before dusting off his hands and wiping them off on the apron he had while working in the dirt. Standing slowly he sighed and looked at the duo, “you both make an impeccable argument, and how can I say no to those that were sent by Sylvia. You’re right, I am a man and I am looking for a distraction so I have been driving Sylvia nuts on purpose. I stood there just this morning and made her breakfast just so I could drive her insane…”

“Uh oh,” Cindy whispered stepping back softly.

“In fact ladies, I do all that I do not only because I want to drive her insane but it gives me a twisted sense of pleasure to see her that way. You see, I purposely told her that I didn’t want to bother the head of the science department, not because I was happy doing this for now, not because I wanted to slow my life down for a few moments; but, for the simple fact that I wanted to torture her further. In fact it was so much fun I had hoped that she would tell someone so that they would be sucked into a sick game that I play,” Thomas stated having taken a slight step towards the two his eyes slowly changing in hues of yellow to red.

“You’re kidding right,” Stacey asked smiling slightly.

It was this moment that the nerve that was labeled, last, in Thomas’ body snapped, “of course I’m kidding you...oh, you...you...WHATEVER YOU ARE! GET OUT OF THIS ARBORETUM! GET OUT OF IT NOW!”

Stacey stepped back expecting to feel Cindy only finding air and the sound of a door shutting as Lieutenant Rochemonte had departed quickly.

"Really?!?" Stacy crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "I did mention already that I'm a Marine?"

"I. Don't. Care. Leave. Me. Alone." Thomas gritted out, swinging at Stacy,who started smiling again. She looked completely unconcerned about his attack.

"Just making sure," she swayed suddenly, and Thomas overextended himself as his fist failed to connect. She gently tapped the back of his neck as he stumbled past her. "That's a KO, if you're keeping track. "

"Why do you have to meddle?" Thomas growled. He quickly brought his elbow back into her stomach. She gave a small grunt and spun around bringing the tip of her boot to tap him on the jaw.

"Jeebus you hit hard, but that's a dislocated jaw," Stacy sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She looked a little less relentlessly cheerful than before. Thomas launched himself at her again, and she sidestepped, tripping him for good measure. "Listen, I really don't want to fight you, you seem like an awful swell guy and I adore Sylvia. Plus it really would do you good. I've been around soldiers for ages. I know what PTSD looks like, and I know brooding is a horrible idea. Sylvia agrees."

"Don't. Bring. Sylvia. Into. This." Thomas kicked out at her. She danced out of his way.

"I'm going to keep doing this until you're too tired to keep going," Stacy warned, sidestepping his next attack. "By the way, anyone ever tell you that you really broadcast your punches? I can read them coming from a mile away. Actually, maybe I shouldn't be giving you tips, at least not until you're done trying to give me a knuckle sandwich for lunch."

Thomas glowered at her.

"Where do you get off, waltzing in here and bothering me even after I've made it clear I want you gone?" Thomas spat. She regarded him evenly for a moment, her face serious. In an instant the bubbly good humor was gone, leaving something hard, serious.

"I'm doing my job. We need this sensor built, you're the only one free. The sooner we find Selyara, the sooner we're out of here, and the sooner the ship is safe. You don't have the luxury of doing nothing right now. There are no free rides on a fugitive ship, Thomas. Even the children are helping us by carrying tools and equipment from one place to another. So please, save your tortured broody loner act for someone else, because frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit."

With a sudden movement she moved towards him, pulling him into and over her hip with a sharp yank of his sleeves. It was clumsy, and had Thomas been calmer or anticipating it he would easily have kept his balance. As it was, he found himself flying ass over wings in an ungraceful faceplant. Stacy was on him in a flash, bracing his arm in an awkward 'come along' pose on her thigh.

Thomas laid there and sighed once feeling his body ache. It was true he had been avoiding full on helping the crew content to a life as a civilian at the moment but the reality of the situation was he was needed not just by Sylvia but by the others. He had never been one, until recent events, to boldly attack someone; however, he like so many before had changed and adapted to his situation only to not return to the life that was his normality.

"Fine," he spat out coughing slightly as blood from his lip drained into his mouth then down his esophagus, "I'll do it; but, not because you asked and not because I just got my but handed to me but because I see the need for it and Sylvia asked."

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Location: Corridor → Sickbayl

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Thomas slowly entered the medical bay looking around as if someone else other than cade would be there to assist with his injuries. It wasn't the fact that he minded being injured in front of the man but when he learned it was at the hand of a female marine, a very well trained female marine, Cade would only hear female. The sick bays lights were dimmed at reduced power and Thomas was hoping it was due to trying to save power reserves or some like gesture; but, he could not help shaking that small voice in his head that said Cade was somewhere naked and playing doctor.

"Computer location of Commander Foster," he asked moving further into the sickbay.

"Commander Foster is in his office from where he can see you but you can't see him my dear birdboy," Cades voice rang out causing Thomas to cringe and turned, "Oh why so blue birdboy? Or should I ask why so black, blue, with a splash of red?"

"Nevermind that Cade just please help," Thomas almost growled as he walked to a biobed.

“Sure thing, boyo. You did say the magic word.” Cade smiled unerringly whiling picking up a tricorder and the nearest available medical kit. “That leaves one question - who hit you?”

“You don’t need to know.” Thomas grumbled back all too quickly.

“Ohhh. So it was a lover’s spat?” Dr. Foster’s blue eyes twinkled. “You know if you don’t tell me, I’ll just make something up.”

"Go ahead but leave Sylvia out of it," he growled quickly once again, "I am beyond the point of public humiliation having any sway on me."

“Ohhkay.” Cade blink a little at the sudden lash of venom. “I see I hit a sore spot. So noted.” Fussing around with the tricorder he moved around Thomas like a ballerina dancer doing the hypospray ballet. “Well whoever hit you knew how to hit. You have hairline fractures in the sinus area and some nice deep bruising to boot.”

Closing his eyes as Cade worked Thomas sat there resisting the urge to talk but failing miserably, "you seem surprised."

“Not particularly.” he admitted drily. “Have you met the women on this ship? They’re fucking vicious.” He paused, taking a moment to rub his own temple where he had been clocked only a few days ago. “This is, of course, why you need my medical genius to put you back together again. Sit down.”

"What is that supposed to mean," Thomas' eyes opened as he looked at Cade wondering if he knew but how could he.

“It means Kane can pick some borderline homicidal females to associate with and call crew. I have tussled with them myself.” A canny pause. “What did you think it meant?”

Thomas shrugged slightly before stopping in motion as the soreness was still there, "nothing, just haven't met many of the crew other than the few who have run into me and one in particular who evidently can see through clothing."l

The attempt was desperate and drastic but Thomas was not in a position to tolerate Cades continual joking. As Cade finished Thomas rubbed his forehead. As Cade's tricorder moved waving over Thomas head again, Thomas waved him off.

"My head is fine now I'm just thinking," he stated sliding off the bed to the floor, "Cade I need your help."

It took less time than Thomas thought to explain the situation to Cade. He didn't have much to go on as he was not in any of the briefings but from what he did know he had come up with a plan. It was simple yet complicated given their current circumstances and would require a large amount of foot work; but, developing a scanning device fitted to scan for one person through a sea of species would be useful at the moment.

Cade neither agreed or disagreed to help me only nodded before literally pushing Thomas out of the sickbay with the excuse he'd be late for his appointment. Finding himself staring at the bulkheads he slowly processed the thought that more people might be involved in his "appointment" than he really realized.

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A Joint Post by


Alix Fowler
a.k.a
Stacy Flannigan

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Jamie LeBlanc
Lieutenant Commander Cade Foster
Chief Medical Officer

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Justin K Owens
Lieutenant Commander Thomas Varn
Inactive/Coocoo Bird Civilian