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Posted June 27, 2020, 12:38 p.m. by Chief Petty Officer Oscar Cameron Cascarrabias Demalia (Engineer (Grouch)) (Nicholas Villarreal)

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - USS Ogawa Exterior

Posted by Chief Petty Officer Oscar Cameron Cascarrabias Demalia (Engineer (Grouch)) in Main Sim - USS Ogawa Exterior

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - USS Ogawa Exterior
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=/\=O Petty Officer, come and walk with us!=/\= came the response from the other side to Cascarrabias’ call =/\=A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each.=/\=

Silence then another voice came over towards the grouch =/\= Uh, Chief? There is a man here who claims to be the walrus and you are the carpenter? Says he wants to take you out to dinner for Oysters? I… I am not sure what to do about him.=/\=

GM Wombat

=/\= Have him wait right there. I’m headed to the airlock now, =/\= Oscar said, curious as to who would be inviting him to dinner. =/\= So, what’s this John Lennon look like, anyway? Is he actually fat, or is he just really intoxicated? =/\=

Oddly, even thought Oscar’s knowledge of old literature was mostly confined to Spain and South America - for some reason, he had fixated on Allende and Neruda before moving on to a bevy of other Spanish-language writers from the classics - his musical knowledge was far more broad-based. As such, he also knew a lot of musical groups from the 20th and 21st centuries; there wasn’t much to do when he was undergoing treatment and testing besides listening to music, and he did prefer lyrics to anything else. The Beatles, translated into Spanish, were definitely interesting. A man calling himself a walrus didn’t throw Oscar as much as it might have thrown others.

When he got to the airlock, he switched from his EVA suit to his more familiar isolation suit, and then stepped out, wondering what he was about to encounter. He had been hoping that he would be able to make a lot of noise with a lot of wood working, but if oysters were on the menu instead, so be it.

Oscar Cascarrabias
Engineering

=/\=Aye chief=/\= the probable other enlisted serviceman said over the comms.

When Oscar got to the airlock the door opened and chaos met the NCO. In front of him lay a beach scene. Someone had either replicated a hallway full of sand or seconded it from somewhere. Either way there were several young ensigns singing and swaying back and forth reciting something about cabbages and kings while a rather rotund engineering light lieutenant wobbled back and forth from his perch conducting the little younglings in their frolicking song. “Oh thank goodness you seem sane,” said the poor little crewman said as he rushed up to Casarrabias. “I don’t know what is going on Chief but they all went mad as a hatter in here.” He pointed to the Junior and mutter, “That one is the one asking for a carpenter.”

GM Wombat

Oscar nodded. “Okay, so he’s just fat and delusional, not an admirer of old music. As for being as mad as a hatter, are they actually suffering mercury poisoning, or are you just using that centuries-old term as a generality?”

He stepped farther in with the Crewman. As he did, the phrase, “mad as a hatter”, brought to mind a different tune, one that went:

Una se hace mas grande
Una se hace pequeño
Y lo que te da madre
No hace nada en absoluto

“Se pregunta Alice,” Oscar muttered to himself before he refocused on the discussion. “Did they say why they needed a carpenter, Crewman? Also, I believe I was promised oysters, and all I see is a bunch of sand and singing. If O-2 Walrus over there doesn’t have oysters, he’s not only crazy, he’s downright rude.”

Oscar Cascarrabias
Engineering

The junior crewman chuckled under his breath at the chief. It was clear he was talking with a man who worked for a living. After a moment the E3 shook his head, “I think he ate all the oysters already and is on to oyster crackers… Maybe oyster stew.” He tilted his head as he watched the the man rolling about in the sand, “Plus, Chief, you’re repeating yourself.”

GM Wombat

“True enough,” Oscar said. “I’m normally unflappable, but this is disruptive even for me. Well, might as well go talk to Lieutenant Gordo (and yes, I know that probably isn’t his name, but I’m just going to make up names for him until I know his real name) and see if I can get things handled.”

Oscar really hated being responsible for anything besides his personal effects and his own job. Then again, he loved patronizing officers whenever he got the chance. Dealing with an officer - officers, depending upon how many of the man’s companions were also commissioned - in a tone of condescension was right up CPO Cascarrabias’s alley. He strode through the sand, smiling at the satisfying crunch that his boot microphones amplified. (Oscar had once been asked why he wanted to hear how his footsteps sounded, and he replied that he wanted to know if he accidentally stepped on anyone’s feet by accident, since he wouldn’t be able to feel it. The people who were maintaining his iso suit took it as consideration; Oscar just wanted to be certain that if somebody cried out in pain, it was his doing.) He bounced as much as he could, and was trying to compose poetry before he spoke to the “Walrus” leading things. There was something a little melodic about how he and the others were behaving.

“Walrus, my good man,
It seems as if you’ve already began
You invited me to join this jaunt
But it seems the supplies are in want
Why have I been invited
If you are so benighted
As to fail to wait
For me to join these mates?”

Even coming out of his mouth, Oscar was disgusted with himself. The words were so… cutesy. He was going to have to pull out his anchovy collection and pop a few tins when this was all through.

Oscar Cascarrabias
Engineering


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