Posted April 12, 2021, 10:16 a.m. by Ensign Randal 'Randy' Farquharson (Yeoman Second Rate) (Brian Richards)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Crashing the pad
Posted by Ensign Rand Kabil (Yeoman) in Crashing the pad
Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Kabil (Yeoman Second Rate) in Crashing the pad
(snip)Rand was feeling better at this point in the night. She was totally embarrassed by her sudden panic attack. What was worse was that everyone seemed to notice. And then that impromptu ship tour for Lt Fordham, Ford. She had just enough time to step into the yeoman’s office, more like a closet, and download the reports from the data cards to a PaDD. Then she’d stepped over to Carmichael’s quarters to deliver them. They’d gone over the reports at length and Rand had taken notes and then, using the computer there, returned the signed reports to each department as they were finished. Luckily, she hoped, Carmichael hadn’t asked about what had happened. Maybe, unlike the doctor and Ford, he hadn’t noticed. So now, at 1920 hours Rand was finally walking back into her shared quarters with Randy. Totally wiped from the evening’s events and just wanting to curl up in her bed, under a warm blanket, and forget the whole thing had happened. She dropped the PaDD by it’s strap onto her desk as she walked in heading for her bed.
Yeoman Rand
The door made that ever familiar woosh sound and it was either his sister returning finally or the security detail about to give the man some bad news. He rounded the corner, saw his sister and let loose with a “Miranda!” Randy snapped as he glared her down with a ferocity usually only down by their mother in dire circumstances, “where have you been?!?” He said, voice tense and his pace quickening, “I was worried sick! Stick I tell you! Not only does my sister freak out at the party I make a way for her to slip out right? Did she come back here? Nooooooo of course not. She decided to be god knows where!” Randy’s speech was quickening to a fever pitch. “ I hailed everyone I could think of and no one knew where you were! Leave a note for your brother? Nope! Can’t do that now can we?” Randy said, arms flailing in emphasis.
Randy, Concerned Twin
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