The Secret Diary of Ensign Tanner

this is getting repetitive
*wakes in darkness, with a throbbing headache*

*feels the restraints tight around wrists and across chests*

~~Not again!~~

*tries to swallow, tongue swollen*

*looks around*

*sees a familiar shape tied to a diagnostic bed on either side of him*

*feels a hysterical laugh bubble up in his chest*

The gangs all here!

*sees a shadow move*

*stares at the face looking down at him*

No....

*feels the press of a hypo, then oblivion*

...

Current Mood: concussed

Elephant Wranglers Anonymous
*staggers in, exhausted*

*hears water running in the shower*

~~The Elephant Not-Committee meeting tonight, right!~~

*strips quickly out of uniform and into sweats*

*padds over barefoot to terminal to check messages while he waits for the bathroom*

fiddling
*ducks out of office, looks around*

*sees no-one*

*steps quickly through the armoury to the small workshop out back*

*locks the door*

*double checks*

*goes to the far storage bin, opens it, pushes aside a drop cloth, pulls out his baby*

*takes it to the workbench*

*selects a tool*

*grins*

*checks the schematics he made for a small, working replicator*

*continues construction*

~~Oh yeah, we'll be ready to greet the Elephant with a modest selection of food and drink.~~

*grins*

~~Best damn use of time travel I've heard of yet!~~

Current Mood: sneaky!

back at work
*sitting in the armoury office, going over the massive backlog of reports*

*is making piles - a favourite way of working but not working*

~~Important, not important, from Foster - blech~~

*is bored - wishes Izzy or someone would drop in for a chat*

On a rock, revolving...
*is propped up against the rock wall*

*watches as Hoshi (re)binds the Major's foot*

*can't help a small grin as the Major hisses and curses under his breath*

*watches as she resettles the Major and comes over to him*

So, is it Nurse Hoshi now??

early morning
*has swung by the Mess, picked up breakfast and a cup of coffee to go*

*walks into the Armoury*

*sees the place empty*

Gee, fall asleep for a few hours...

*goes to main console, checks the repair log*

*catches up - main repairs are well underway*

*sees a note - Foster's been released from sickbay*

Damn, you know you're hard up when you're happy to get Foster back!

*closes file*

*thinks*

the next job on the list is the targetting assembly - need two sets of hands for that

*pauses*

*opens shield folder*

*begins making a list of what they'd need to do to make this work*

Personal Log, date...umm, yeah

Trip mentioned he was keeping a log to take back. I took the hint.

1. Still stuck in the future. Trip's been in the workshop we appropriated, humming a lot. He kind of lost me at about the sixth polysyllabic engineering term. I swear, that guy dreams in schematic or something.

2. Went and kept my appointment with Linnis. She told me flat out that this wasn't going to be a 'magic cure in a hypo,' but it will deal with the physical causes of my problem - but it would be up to me to work from that base, develop new coping strategies, new ways of seeing the world. That probably translates into me being a general nutjob now as opposed to being a total fruitcake.

3. Note to self - replicators. Ask Michael to invent me one as a wedding gift. Damn they're useful.

Damn, I miss him. I miss home.

...

Have tried to access their historical records, to see what happens re: the Xindi. Would you believe those encryptions are harder to crack than the engineering ones were? Will keep working on it. Everyone needs a hobby. And my sister keeps telling me that hindsight is always twenty/twenty....

/end log

rummage and dig
*piles up a small carter's crate full of parts*

*heads down the corridor to the small workshop Trip somehow managed to get for them*

*feels a little out of place in the blue uni - everyone else in the dark, tight uniforms*

~~Wonder how they deal with *ahem* hiding the evidence of certain reactions~~

*ducks into the workshop*

*dumps crate, begins to sort contents*

power system stuff...bracing struts...metal for new casing...

*looks at neat piles*

*wonders if it will be enough - knows that own engineering knowledge is probably going to be woefully inadequate at best*

Michael would know what to do next

*Feels a sudden pang of homesickness*

*closes eyes, breathes deeply*

*feels the tears bubbling up from where he keeps them hidden*

~~fucking hell, not NOW!~~

*braces arms on worktable*

*concentrates on remembering how to breath*

Continued from here

*pushes away his plate*

That...was actually pretty good.

*eyes Trip*

How are you feeling? Better?

*sees something over Trip's shoulder*

*smirks*

Wonder if they still encrypt their engineering data in the 24th century?

sleep, meds, work, sleep
*sits*

*stares at schematics*

*is bored*

*hates being idle*

*twiddles thumbs*

*sighs*

*considers options*

I could call Michael...work some more on those schematics - getting closer to finishing those...I could watch a movie...

*glances at the clock on the monitor: 0301*

should be sleeping...but I've slept enough

*stands*

*heads to door*

*leaves*

Current Mood: bored

time for medication
*strolls into sickbay, on time for his shot and his therapy session with Phlox*

*looks around sickbay, can't see Phlox*

*sees Nightnurse*

*asks where Phlox is*

*is told that Phlox is 'unavailable'*

*frowns*

*leaves sickbay*

Well, ain't that nice

*returns to quarters*

new morning
*wakes slowly*

*wakes up alone*

*stays in bed, tucked under the covers, thinking about the past twenty four hours*

*lets a sigh whistle out through his teeth*

Big day...

*pushes back covers*

*looks at bandaged hand resting on the sheets*

*pulls bandage off*

*wound looks clean and uninfected*

*clenches hand a few times, feels the pull of tight new skin*

*stands*

*moves towards bathroom*

*catches sight of message light flashing on terminal*

*opens message*

*smiles as he reads the short note from Michael*

*moves a little freer into the other room*

*closes the door*

*wakes slowly*

*blinks, waiting for coherency*

*remembers where he is, and why*

*staggers out of bed*

*goes to bathroom*

*turns on shower*

*steam fills the room*

*gets under the spray - is hot, almost too hot, but good*

*undoes the bandage on his hand*

*stares at it, hot water beating on his back*

*picks the half-formed scab off*

*watches the blood bead and pool in his palm*

*does think*

*bring palm to his mouth and tastes it*

*turns towards the shower head*

*lets the water wash the blood smear off his hand and lips*

*stands under the spray until the economy timer goes off and cuts the flow*

*stands there naked and dripping a little while longer*

*finally gets out of the shower and towels himself down*

*ignores the red blotches on the white towels*

*pulls on old sweatpants and a shirt*

*goes back into main room*

*sits down*

*idly begins to gnaw at his thumb nail*

*drifts*

_{after this, this and this...}

*has wandered the length and breadth of the ship, just letting feet ~~(and mind)~~ go where they will*

*has ended up at own quarters*

*stares at door for the longest time*

*keys code*

*opens to darkness*

*enters*

Current Mood: exhausted

working working working
*can't help but remembering Michael's expression over lunch*

*feels upset*

*feels angry about that*

*hates that he's angry without good reason*

*goes to check the weapons rack - maybe the MACOs have broken something so he can fix it ~~and not have to think about his screwed up personal life~~*

*sighs as begins checking the weapons*

~~double shifts are bad enough - but doubles where you're bored are even worse~~

food, glorious food
*has been working hard all morning...glad to see isn't only bleary-eyed soul on the decks this morning - unfortunately, own lack of sleep caused by snoring fiancee rather than by anything more entertaining*

~~shit, haven't even had the wedding yet and we're already an old married couple...I remember when we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Now look at us!~~

*smiles fondly*

*enters messhall*

*piles plate high*

*looks around for friends*

*is waved over by some of the girls from science - vaguely remembers dancing with a few of them last night*

*sits down*

*laughs at punchline to old joke being told*

*eats*

Current Mood: hungry

back in the swing
*watches as Phlox escorts Reed out of the Mess, and the captain stalks off towards his mess*

~~sooo wouldn't want to be Hayes right now~~

*looks around, sees he's alone as people begin cautiously mingling again*

*lopes over to the music desk*

*smiles at the crewman on duty*

Do you take requests?

in a rush
*backs out of the Armoury, still shouting orders at the new shift*

...and trust me, you don't want that to spark. Okay, okay. *holds up hands in mock-defeat* I'm going, I'm going!

*half-walks, half-jogs down the corridor towards quarters*

*hadn't had a lot of time to come up with a complex costume...has two ideas, both based on whats in the closet*

*enters quarters*

*sees short note from Michael*

*reads, smiles*

*heads to the shower, stripping as he goes*

*Comes back out a few minutes later, towelling hair dry*

*walks to closet*

*thinks*

Shit...I don't even know what Michael's wearing...

*realizes how long its been since they had more than a few minutes together alone*

Oh well...its party time. I'm sure we can solve that little problem tonight

*ponders*

COmfy or sexy? Comfy or sexy? *mentally flips a coin*

*grins*

At least I can dance in it.

*laughs and starts to get dressed*

Current Mood: partyparty

short update
In a hurry, so here goes

- someone ~~here's looking at you, Foster~~ stuck Hayes in as guard for the armoury. Delightful company ~~NOT~~

- Zabel tells me there were six insurgents, all now subdued and being checked over by medical staff.

- apparently, we're now friends with the guys who were about to shoot us out of the water, and we're all off to see the Emperor

*noises*

Computer, pause.

*pause*

*resume*

Shit - one of those bastards shot Michael. He's okay, awake, gonna be fine, but he was shot and since we're still on tactical alert, I can't leave my post to go make sure.

And the Captain wants us to work with these people?!?

second verse, same as the first
*reinstalls new tacboard in Armoury*

*double checks to see it will meet voltage requirements*

*triple checks*

*comms Tucker*

Sir, we're ready for another test

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