Vienna and the Explosives

[Vienna Hill-Scott]

"No no no, I didn't mean to blow it up, it's just that the chemical compound is a delicate one and I--" Vienna was hushed by the nurse, who was too busy trying to treat her burns to focus on her incessant banter. She pouted for only a moment before reminding herself that not everyone was fascinated by combustible materials. Once the nurse had finally bandaged her hand, she shook her head and checked off a box on the paperwork sitting on her clipboard.

"Try not to further injure yourself. This is your 3rd time in the medical wing this month. Any more and you're due to become a liability."

"Hey, they pay me to explode things. It's what I'm good at," Vienna joked, only to be met with a disapproving eyebrow raise from the nurse. "Okay, okay. I'll work on it. Am I allowed to go yet?"

The nurse simply sighed and pointed to a hole burned into Vienna's shirt. "I suggest replacing that when you get a chance. Go ahead and leave, I'm sure I'll see you in a few days anyway."

Vienna stood and left the room, muttering about the stuck up medical staff a she went. Finally in the hallway, she cradled her burnt hand in her other and made her way back to her lab, more annoyed that the nurse didn't share her enthusiasm for cool explosions than she was that she'd been injured.

[Julian Atrion]

Julian grumbled quietly as he entered the sick bay through the faculty door, finding the partial gravity a bit annoying as he tried to hurry to the Chief Doctor's office. His superiors had given him a great and arduous task, to hand three recruited medical files over to the quiet old lady who ran this deck that smelled creepily like rubbing alcohol.
He'd never been injured before, at least not severely enough to warrant anything more than a good scrubbing of soap and water and fresh air. He was lucky compared to some of his classmates from back at the Academy.
Catching another blonde flash as he 'glided' by, he caught himself still on the side rails conveniently placed at waist level along the walkway.
"Hey, Vienna. Here again?" His voice was quiet and unassertive, but the two had been on the ship long enough to have scoped each other out and avoid any really awkward conversations.

[Vienna Hill-Scott]

"Oh, you know me, always here. Gives the medical staff something to do." She flashed a smile in his direction as she lifted up her heavily bandaged hand. "Experiment gone wrong. Speaking of being around here, you're rarely on this level. Given an assignment I'm guessing?" Vienna shifted her weight, noting the pages in his hand. Her curiosity was nabbing at her consciousness, but she knew better than to pry. "Come to think of it, you're not really in many areas of the ship except the usual ones. You should come up to my lab and see the most recent project I've got. Should really help the boys on the planets, you know? I hate making weapons, but I'm feeling kinda proud of this one. It could be the next big thing." Inviting him was her way of saying be more social in the nicest way possible. Julian may as well be her opposite when it came to socializing. She was far too friendly and loud, and her was much too reserved and quiet. Surprisingly they never took issue with eachother despite this, which Vienna was thankful for. Though they weren't friends by any means, he was unassuming and polite, which was more than she could say for many of the people around here.

[Julian Atrion]

Julian gave her a dry stare. "You're lucky you weren't more seriously injured. Won't that hand slow down your work?"
He ignored her curiosity, blatant as it was about the files in his hands. New people; she'd meet them soon enough, and he wasn't at liberty to share their information, not that he'd be inclined to do so in the first place.
He wanted to just get back to his nav. console, but decided it might just be proper to follow up on her invitation anyway. It wasn't as if they were in orbit, and they were only taking on supplies. He really had nothing to do...
He nodded to her. "I'll see, but I have to drop these off first."

[Vienna Hill-Scott]

"I can walk with you! I have to follow up with the office anyway," She pulled some papers from her back pocket, "Gotta get the paperwork signed off so I can get back to work. Busy busy, you know. But if they don't sign off on it, I can't get back to it, which would be terrible. Must keep working, you know." She paused, considering their location. "I was thinking about leaving the ship for just a bit, you know, cause we'll be here a little while longer. I guess I don't have as much to do as I thought." Vienna paused, thinking. "Come to think of it, I don't really know where we are right now I guess. I spend too much time in my lab, perhaps."

[Julian Atrion]

His eyebrows rose at her outburst, only used to yelling when there was a major strategical situation going on, or someone had made some sort of mistake on the bridge. The captain was a bit of a hard ass, but it was better that way. Less mistakes, less people you had dying on you.
"I guess."
He began walking forward, this time a little slower since he had company with him. He tried to keep it social, but he just wasn't that kind of guy.
"We're currently on the merchant planet of G.431.8.2. You know, the man made one."

[Vienna Hill-Scott]

"Right oh. You ought to go with me! These man made planets don't have anything fun, but at least it's something to do, right? Unless you're already busy." Vienna opened the door to the office for Julian, waiting for him to enter. She looked him over, noticing that he wasn't very comfortable, but he was making an effort at the very least. She smiled, trying to be more easy to talk to, but it was more likely that she was only successful at being even more annoying. "After you, sir."

[Pamela Smithe]

In the wash of white light that illuminated med bay, every worried crease and anxious twitch seemed magnified. Pamela carefully observed the boy, a navigator, sweat and stumble over his words in a fashion that had become much too familiar to her in roughly forty years in the field.

“S-so when I… you know,” he gestured hesitantly at his most English parts and mimicked something akin to an explosion.

She sighed and pursed her lips in aggravation, no pretense of sympathy today. Pamela used a dull tone, because, frankly, there was nothing duller than a case of overcurious boys doing questionable things with their genitals.

“When you ejaculate, is it purple?”

He actually had the audacity to look surprised before tentatively nodding yes.

Pamela eyed him hard. “Jerrick, you are not the first. Be assured that that does not make you any less stupid.”

It was supposed to sound disappointed, but she could not muster up the guile. In all honesty, Jerrick was not exactly the sharpest tool in the box – brilliant navigator, but shit when it came to common sense. This was not a surprise. After striking a few keys into his chart, she walked a few paces to the Pharm-com and swiped a tube of ointment before shutting the flap. Tossing it to him, Jerrick deftly caught it despite his hands still trembling.

“First, stop using it. It is not for our species.” Pamela ordered. “Drink three liters of water everyday and come back here in four, same time, and do not have intercourse until then. I’ve already put it on your schedule. If you get a rash, rub that ointment in every eight hours.” She kept her eyes locked on his, watching his braids bounce as he nodded along in rapt attention. Satisfied, she gestured coolly to the door, “Dismissed then.”

“Thank you, Commander – um, Doctor – um,” he bowed at her awkwardly for no reason. Nav-ies could be such dorks, it was kind of endearing. A corner of her lip quirked up.

“Just remember, rule of thumb: if you bought it in the purple sector, you shouldn’t put it on your parts.”

Jerrick smiled at her, all big, white teeth, before walking to the door and almost getting smacked in the face as it was abruptly opened from the other side.

[Julian Atrion]

He wasn't busy. At all. Quickly, he filed through all of his pre-planned excuses in his head, but found none that didn't sound completely and utterly stupid. If he was going to get out of doing things with other people, he wasn't going to be noticeable about it. That'd be rude.
"I suppose I'll go with you. In case you find anything else to blow yourself up with. Maybe you could find a rocket launcher in the shadier parts of town while we're there."
Rolling his eyes at her use of titles, (he wasn't a sir, not by a long-shot) he went to move forward through the door while her pale hand rested on the access pad before nearly running into Jerrick. He was surprised to see another Navigator in this place. Usually, their sort were rather reserved and not prone to many physical injuries.
He hadn't seemed sick...
"Excuse me," he said politely, pressing his back to the wall to let the other man pass before walking in, holding out the files to the doctor.
"The Commander sent me to deliver these to you. New reports concerning the recruits we're taking on for the first planet."
As with Vienna, his goal wasn't to seem very awkward, but every time he and the physician met he got the feeling that she could see right through his carefully woven defenses and straight into his intimidated, quivering soul. She was a beast wearing a toothy smile in a matured woman's body, and could probably stab him with a scalpel and have him bleeding to death in less than six minutes.