Roomies 2: The Roomie Strikes Back
Posted on 12 Feb 2018 @ 11:13am by Ensign Miraj Derani & Ensign Mimi
1,557 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: Uss Hathaway, Deck 4 cabin P8
Timeline: MD95 1830
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Sighing contently Debbie opened the door to her and Gravesh's quarters, Allyndra had driven her hard today, major surgery on a extremely realistic holopatient. Now she was looking forward to a sonic shower and some reading.
Sitting prominently displayed on the shared table was a padd, propped up in a stand. It was set to permament display and the screen illuminated the darkness.
"Hmmm, whats this?" Debbie said to herself as she saw the Padd, she knew she hadn't left one there this morning so it must have been Gravesh but why would he have left it on permanant display, picking it up she read it.
Please note that the cabin temperature has been set to 18.5 degress centigrade. Due to my coat, I require lower ambient tempreatures to remain comfortable. Please do not adjust the temperature. I have confirmed that the replicator has a number of warm layer options, should you find it necessary.
Also note that the shower does include a hair trap. I suggest you brush your hair in there to prevent you shedding in the living quarters .
Grevash
"Why that picky furry faced bugger." Debbie said aloud in a totally unlike her outburst, the temperature part she didn't mind she was used to below 20c temperatures growing up in england but Gravesh must have scoured every little nook and cranny in their quarters to find any hairs as she'd made sure she cleaned up every one of them last time she brushed her hair.
She switched the Padd off and put it back on the table, thats when she noticed something else, she'd left a few important Padds of her own on the table along with a few other things including her hairbrush, none of which were there now. Looking around for them she eventually found the Padds mixed in with a load of other Padds, in fact nothing was where she had left it when she left for duty everything had been put back in totally different places to where they should be.
"Strange." Debbie said and hopped up onto her bunk and spotted a bag of some kind poking out from under her pillow, it was a sealed bag used for keeping things sterile after cleaning. She opened it up and found her hairbrush inside along with the smell of a cleaning solution.
"oooh he's had it now." Debbie said, this called for a reprisal.
It was an hour later when the prissy Tellarite returned from his own shift. Entering the cabin he carefully placed his tool box in the locker, removed his boots, and then placed them by the door. Noting the padd he had left out earlier had been moved he called out, "Debbie Larson?"
"I'm in the batroom." Debbie called out, she was just putting the finishing touches to her reprisal, something fitting to what he'd done.
"Have you engaged the static hair trap?" he asked gruffly. He moved to the cabin terminal, ready to engage it if she said no.
Debbie walked through the door, "I was on the toilet."
Grevash looked annoyed. "Computer, run decontamination sequence in the head, full spectrum."
Sighing Debbie started to walk towards the door of their quarters. "I am going to the mess hall. I will be back later."
Grevash stood aside to give her enough room to go past him without touching him. "Very well. I will be locking the cabin at 2200 hours for lights out. I will see you before then. Enjoy your evening." He finished stiffly. It was without sarcasm, but it was stiff, like it was learned by rote.
"Enjoy yours." Debbie said trying not to laugh as she walked out the door.
Grevash grunted as the door closed, and went into the head. He activated the hair trap and the sonic shower, before stripping down and placing his old uniform in the replicator to be disposed of. Then he collected his own bodybrush and stepped in. Whilst the sonic shower pulsed over him, he brushed through his fur briskly, carding his fur thoroughly, getting out the little knots and bur. A well tended coat was a happy coat.
Loose hairs shed themselves onto the floor, and the hair trap sucked them in. After a good five minutes he turned off the shower, emptied the trap, put on clean pajamas and put away his bodybrush. Then he called up Sovek's Warp Field Dynamics (fifth edition), and got into bed.
He settle down, scratching the back of his head for a second before adjusting the light. He flipped through the first few pages, all acknowledgements and forewords and revision history. He rolled onto his side and wiggled a clawed finger tip along his hair line, and turned to chapter one.
It wasn't a thrill a minute blockbuster. Every few pages he'd lose the thread and have to shift position and have a scratch. As he worked his way through dry technical description of gravimetric geometry and Klein Manifolds he had to stop every few paragraphs to rub an itchy rib, or scrape at a scratchy limb.
He frowned. All the itching, it wasn't right. He pawed at a spot at the base of his spine, then at the back of his leg, then his arm, the back of his hand, his nose, the nape of the neck, crown of the head, even the arches of his feet, "Debbie Larson," he growled out. "Debbie Larson!" He stormed out of their shared quarters and up to the Mess Hall.
In the mess hall, he stomped over to her table. "Debbie Larson. What have you done to the environmental controls?"
"The environmental controls? nothing, they should be still how you left them this morning." Debbie replied, a little angry that Gravesh had barged into the middle of her meal but happy that her reprisal had clearly worked.
Grevash tore at his shoulder bones with the tips of his claws, trying to kill the itch that was almost all consuming. "You have done something. I am having an allergic reaction!" It was the only explanation.
"Well lets have a look." Debbie pulled the medical tricorder from the small medkit she carried pretty much all the time.
He made an impatient huffing sound, but allowed her to take her readings. "Everything was properly set when I left this morning. All within parameters. This should not have occured." he grumbled. "What does your infernal device tell you?"
"And I thought you said carrying this medical kit was a useless idea." Debbie smirked a little. "Hmmm, does it itch everywhere or just certain places?"
"All over! I've just had a shower!" the tellarite was dragging his fingernails over his collar bones, itching hard and fast. "Do you use perfume? What is in your body wash?!"
"Could be, I picked up a new body wash before we left earth." Debbie stood up and put the tricorder back in its bag. "Lets get you to sickbay and have a proper look."
"Vvery well," he sighed. and followed her to the Hathaway's sick bay, itching all the while. When they arrived, he lay down on a biobed, trying not to scratch at various intimate places while she ran her scan.
Debbie watched the readouts from the more accurate scanner of the bio bed. "You're not allergic to anything are you Gravesh?"
"Only Grutican's urticating beetle," he replied. That had been an embarrassing family vacation when he was nine. "But they're native to Risa and thats a long way from here."
"Well you are now, you're having an allergic reaction to something and your scratching has spread it." Debbie turned away for a couple of seconds so Gravesh wouldn't see the look on her face, this wasn't what she wanted, the itching power was only to make him uncomfortable.
"Well, do something about it!" Grevash huffed as he tore at the side of his ribs, itching like crazy. "I'm going to rip my skin off before long, This is unbearable!"
Turning away again Debbie walked over to a medical station, getting a hyposrpay she plugged a capsule into it and came back to the biobed. "This should alleviate the itching for now." She injected the hypo into Gravesh's neck.
It took a moment to work, and then the Tellarite let out a soft sigh of relief. "The burning has ceased. But now I have lacerations. You leave too many things half done, Debbie Larson."
"Now you've stopped scratching I can work on those, now lay still. Or I'll sedate you." Debbie pulled a tray of tools over and started to repair the cuts and scratches in Gravesh's body.
Tellarite fingernails were very sharp. Some of the lacerations, especially on the upper arms and chest, were deep, and inflamed. Grevash held still, trying not to flinch as the as the human brandished the dermal regenerator. "You will have to get rid of all your cosmetics and skin care items. Replace them with something I can tolerate."
'Like that is going to happen' Debbie thought, they would only be together for another couple of days and she wasn't going to replace everything just for a few days and she knew the cosmetics weren't the cause. "I'll see what I can do."
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Cadet Grevash
[NPC Derani]
Cadet Debbie Larson
[NPC Mimi]
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