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Side sim: Taylor’s quarters

Posted June 25, 2022, 8:04 p.m. by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) (Calé Reilly)

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side sim: Taylor’s quarters

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Taylor’s quarters

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side sim: Taylor’s quarters
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Shoving him off into the sofa beside her willow looked around for a time piece. “What time even is it?”

“Nearly 1:30am” he said sounding not a slight bit concerned and munched more food while she rubbed her face in dispare. He grinned “ohhh you’re gunna be in so much trouble. You even look tired, pale, dark circles the whole thing.”

She shoved him off the back of the sofa where he laughed from the floor in a way very reminiscent of The villain from the film.

Willow & Cai

The door to Willow’s quarters slid open and Brad stalked in, an unhappy look on his face and with an obvious case of bedhead, wearing an old blue uniform under-shirt and lurid green scrub pants.

“Does anyone want to explain why the ship’s AI just woke me up at zero one- thirty in the relative morning to tell me that the one person on this ship who’s actually registered as my patient is disobeying medical orders again?” he asked.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Sleep-Deprived Chief of Staff

Cai, who had just pulled himself up to the back of the sofa, took in Brad’s appearance and burst out laughing again, he pulled himself together long enough to excuse himself from the room.

Brad followed his departure with a scowl.

Willow, captain of the ship and the authority of the place, made a sound that sounded like “eeep!” On Brads dramatic entry. She ran her hands though hair hair leaving it sticking up at odd angles, not exactly helping her general appearance. A sheepish look and she began babbling.

“Not disobeying…We were just…movie night…you know i’m in charge around here right? you can’t just walk in here…we just had pizza…and ok two films…but it’s fine…I’m fine…I just…” she looked him up and down and despite herself she stifled a laugh.

“What do you look like?” She asked giggling.

“I look like I grabbed the first two items of clothing in reach at 0130 so not to look like a complete madman stalking the corridors in my underpants to drug my boss into the sleep she should have started getting three hours ago,” Brad said. “You, on the other hand, look like this is not the first time this week you’ve decided against being in bed by 2200 like you told me you would during your physical three weeks ago.”

Willow Taylor
In trouble

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Willow bit her lip, somehow his annoyance was still funny. She coughed and rubbed the sore spot on her neck and opened her mouth then closed it again.

“I had reports to finish…there’s a lot of admin work you know in commanding a ship…I know I promised and I have been! Mostly…” she grimaced. “I’m fine honestly I’m fine. Look I’m going to bed, right now! So you can go back to bed and stop scowling at me.” She gave him another sheepish sort of grin and made a mental note to remove GALENs ability to alert Brad somehow.

“Yes, funnily enough, I’m quite familiar with Star-Fleet’s administratrivia,” Brad deadpanned, before stalking forward and sweeping her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder and moving to the door to her bedroom.

She blinked and stepped backwards warily. “Brad…” she said as he approached. “What are you…” as he took hold of her she squeaked again. “Don’t you dare! Brad I mean it…Doctor Walker release me this instant!” She kicked slightly as she ended up over his shoulder and carted off.

“Also, I don’t believe you, so I’m not leaving until you actually are in bed and asleep,” he said.

Willow Taylor
Thoroughly told off

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff
Stronger Than He Looks

Half Upside down, her fluffy socks flailing Willow unceremoniously stated. “Don’t you think you’re over reacting?! You know accosting a senior officer is a court-martial offence! You can’t seriously stay here till I fall asleep!”

Willow Taylor
Definitely not in charge here

The smirk was audible in his voice when he replied “I’m operating under Medical directives, Captain, and Medical directives say that when a doctor doesn’t think a patient is going to sleep, he’s within his rights to toss her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, throw her into her bed and either sedate her or tie her up without having to worry about spending the next two weeks in the Brig.”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Hello! You’re not the only one with an MD you know! Medical directives ha! I’m pretty sure you’re operating under delusions!” She said and despite everything the tone of voice made it clear, she was trying hard not to laugh. “Put me down, all the blood is rushing to my head and besides I’ve eaten too much pizza! You’re going to make me throw up!” She puffed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“No sedatives! And no tieing up!” She said and struggled against him again as they reached her bedroom. She could only imagine the rumours that one could start! Her heart rate quickened as she felt her face heat up for some reason. Burning in fact, she could actually feel the tingling from the heat in her skin.

Willow Taylor
Damsel in distress

He did put her down once they were in the bedroom, setting her on her feet and pushing her gently in the direction of the bed.

Her face still flushed and her hair askew Willow took a second to hind her footing, grasping Brad while her equilibrium stabilised. She frowned at him.

“I won’t tie you up tonight… if you promise to be a good girl and get in the bed,” he said softly.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Ok! Ok I’m going!” She said and promptly got into the bed, pulling the covers over herself and spreading them out with her hands. “See! In bed and everything which I would have been even sooner if you hadn’t come rushing in here like a mad person.” She watched him, taking in the makeshift outfit and the way his hair looked. Her stomachs fluttered and a small wrenching feeling in her chest made her bring her hand up to run over her sternum on the right hand side. She felt slightly…breathless. Not that she would let him know that of course! Instead she made a shooing motion.

“Now go away so,E of us are trying to sleep! No more house calls!”

Willow Taylor
In bed!


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