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Post by Bubba CMS on Jun 28, 2020 16:25:21 GMT -5
*A loud rushing of water can be heard rumbling through an unadorned suite in the Crews Quarters section of the station. After a moment, the door to a small compartment bangs open, expelling a rumpled, unshaven ball of questionable humanity...*
Zounds! Feels like I've been in there forever! Whoa, I'd better post something so no one hurts themselves. WOW...that is beyond potent! Now where did I put my magic marker...?
*Affixing a "DO NOT ENTER - EXTREME HEALTH HAZARD" sign on the compartment door, Bubba tumbles back on his bed and immediately falls asleep...*
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Post by Sharrel on Jul 3, 2020 16:58:21 GMT -5
Ooc. BUBBA!!
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 5, 2020 1:58:50 GMT -5
((OOC - SHARREL! I've missed you!!))
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 5, 2020 2:49:59 GMT -5
*After a grim struggle, the deadly toxins are finally rendered inert by the stations ventilating system. Bubba once again rejoins the living and takes stock of the situation before him...*
Oy...I feel like I've been asleep for eons!
*Grumble*
And man, am I hungry! I could down half a herd of three-headed space weevils! Where did I leave the rest of that anchovy and limburger sandwich? Hmmm...*Sniff Sniff* Judging from the smell, it might be hiding under the bed.....
*Reaching beneath a mound of pillows and blankets roughly imitating a bunk, Bubba pulls out what he believes to be the missing sandwich. Unfortunately...*
Come to Papa, my little beauty. I've missed you! I can almost taste the wonderful...taste the...wait a minute. *Sniff Sniff* What in the world? What the...? *Sniff Sniff* I...I...oh boy...*THUD*
*Bubba's eyes roll back in his head as he collapses onto the bed, clutching the item he mistakenly thought was the long, lost sandwich...
...the laundry bag full of his dirty socks......*
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Post by Professor Scifire on Jul 5, 2020 6:33:01 GMT -5
OOC: Well I see you didn't wake with any brain cells intact!  |
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Post by Capt Anita Thomas on Jul 5, 2020 7:11:21 GMT -5
OOC HUGS
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 6, 2020 1:47:49 GMT -5
OOC: Sci, I think the few remaining ones have placed themselves in self-quarantine. And Anita...I've really missed those!  |
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 6, 2020 3:16:45 GMT -5
*Two service droids proceed along the corridor leading to the Crews Quarters, stopping at regular intervals for routine maintenance and cleaning of the passageway and cabins. As they approach Bubba's room, they both abruptly stop after reading the occupants name on the door...*
*Droid #1* ~According to my memory circuits, these are the quarters of Chief Master Sergeant Bubba.~
*Droid #2* ~Yes. And according to my maintenance programing, his quarters are 1700 cycles beyond the acceptable limit. Initiating maximum cleaning and purge protocols...~
*Amidst a whirl of noise and flashing lights, the two droids rotate through multiple cleaning appendages and move toward the door...*
*Droid #1* ~Alright...since you initiated the protocols, you may override the door locks and be first to enter...~
*Droid #2* ~Negative. As the senior maintenance droid, you have the authority and are prime to proceed first...~
*The two droids turn to face each other...*
*Droid #1* ~Best two out of three...?~
*Droid #2* ~Agreed...~
*Both Droids* ~ROCK...PAPER...SCISSORS...~
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Post by Capt Anita Thomas on Jul 6, 2020 8:02:16 GMT -5
OOC OOC  |
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 8, 2020 2:25:23 GMT -5
*The two droids continue, each trying desperately to make the other enter the quarters first...*
~ROCK...PAPER...SCISSORS...~
*Droid #1* ~Best 15,024 out of 30,047...?~
*Droid #2 ~Agreed...~
*As the contest proceeds, a low, ominous growl starts to emerge from behind the closed door, growing louder and more menacing with each passing moment. The droids continue, oblivious to the sound...*
~ROCK...PAPER...SCISSORS...~
*The threatening sound increases in volume followed by loud banging from within Bubba's room. Finally becoming aware of the commotion, the droids stop and turn to face the frightening noise. Without warning, the door suddenly slams open...*
RRAAAUUUGGHHH!!!...GRROWRR!!!...EEEYAWARRRRR!!!...RYRAWWARR!!...
*A large, horrific shape descends upon the droids, completely engulfing the two as it quickly pulls them back into the room. The door slides back into place as blaring sounds of rending and tearing metal can be heard echoing down the corridor. Then...just as abruptly...silence......*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 9, 2020 2:15:28 GMT -5
*The sudden silence causes an eerie calm to settle within the cabin, causing Bubba to bolt upright from his impromptu nap...*
HUH? What was that?! I thought...I thought I heard some...some weird, some strange metallic, clanging sound and...and...
*From the corner of his eye, Bubba detects a quick movement from the far end of the room...*
What the...??! Did I just...did I just...? Nahhh! I must be dreaming still. I should just go back to sleep...
*Bubba settles back, but another movement causes the same reaction...*
Wait a minute. That time I know I saw something...
*Cautiously gathering himself, and his trusty cleaver...Mr.C...Bubba slowly makes his way toward the disturbance...*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 9, 2020 19:33:32 GMT -5
C'mon, Mr.C...I think I saw something move behind that chair over there....
*Through empty fast-food containers and randomly placed boxes shattered about the floor, Bubba moves carefully forward...*
Maybe I'm just being paranoid, Mr.C, but remember what happened the last time I "thought" I saw something..?
*Talking to his cleaver seems to provide both a sense of clarity and empowerment as the two close in on the target...*
...The last time it happened, I ignored it...told myself it was nothing. Told myself I was seeing things, or dreaming. And what happened...? One of Scifire's sentient, ambulatory plants...an amorous Zontarian fire lily...tried to make woopee with pair of my favorite Scooby Doo boxer shorts! *BAM* Torched them to a cinder! There was nothing left but ash! I loved those shorts...*Sigh* I really did. Had 'em since I left the academy. They were just getting that nice, extra soft feel, ya know? The Professor tried to make amends. Took some of the ash and ran it through the replicator. But the ones that came out weren't even close. They were a real "Scooby Don't"! Ahh...at least he tried....
*After another sigh, Bubba and Mr.C were now in position to make their move on the unknown source of the disturbance...*
NOW, Mr.C..!
*Tossing the chair aside, the two look down to find...*
OH, MAN! It's my new Solaris Humanus Bobblehead collection! I forgot all about them! Looks like I set them right on top of the air-conditioning vent! When the air kicks on, it makes all the heads wiggle and bobble about! Wow, that is a big relief! I thought I might have to fight off another one of Sci's lilies again! *Whew* Well, I don't know 'bout you buddy, but I could use a drink. Let's take a walk...
*Grabbing his gear, Bubba heads out into the corridor. The doors close behind him with a sturdy *click*, indicating the security locks engaging. But...back in the cabin, familiar, ominous growls issue from under the pile of blankets and pillows, as the heap rises and falls with each ragged breath...*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 11, 2020 1:12:15 GMT -5
*Trying to regain his sea-legs, Bubba ventures along the hallway, familiarizing himself with the layout of this part of the station...*
Hmmm...I don't remember a water fountain on that wall. Looks like a few changes since I was last here. New paint on the walls. That's a nice touch. I really hated the old color...what did Sharrel call it? "Spinal Tap Green"? Something like that. UGH...
*A message board catches his eye...*
Well...big gala event happening in the Commons. I could pop in and see what's going on, but I wouldn't want to intrude. Maybe just a peek. I hope they won't mind. All I have to do is figure out how to get down there. Didn't there used to be a tube down this way...?
*With the best of intentions, but a lousy sense of direction, Bubba tries to find the transport...*
OOC: Continued in TTT
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 12, 2020 22:41:32 GMT -5
*The foreboding shape slowly begins to move from under the mound, using a macabre combination of rotating shuffles, and oozes it's way to the door in an attempt to exit the compartment. The security locks hold fast and, after several tries, the unknown form retreats back to the mound of soiled linens. Climbing to the top of the pile, a strange metamorphosis begins to occur as the oddity starts to envelope the other items, gathering them in to itself one by one, steadily increasing in size with each item it devours. After the pile has been consumed, the larger and more menacing blob maneuvers once more to the closed exit door...*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 16, 2020 2:41:16 GMT -5
*The corridor outside remains vacant, everyone having earlier made their way to the celebration down in the newly remodeled Commons. As a result, no one is there to hear the strange noises coming from Bubba's room, or see the door to the cabin slowly begin to bulge outward as the heavy hinges start to buckle...*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 18, 2020 2:06:18 GMT -5
*The doors to Bubba's cabin...or what remains of them...are violently blasted across the corridor, the resulting crash echoing up and down the aisle. Shambling out into the passageway, the frightening entity begins to move, investigating its new surroundings as if searching for something...or someone....*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 22, 2020 4:24:08 GMT -5
*The strange mound continues along the corridor, momentarily stopping at each door it passes. As it comes to a maintenance closet, it stops. With a bizarre sequence of moves, the oddity proceeds to encase the door within it's folds. A metallic *Crunch* follows, and the door gives way, crumpling to the floor in a heap of jagged pieces. The mound lumbers forward, moving to the rear of the compartment where several grimy coveralls are scattered about. One by one, the soiled garments disappear, and with a frightening unease, the sinister mass increases both in size and foreboding...*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 24, 2020 20:04:27 GMT -5
*Shuffling back into the corridor the mass pauses, almost as if analyzing it's location. A few moments later, the mound's progress resumes until it stops once again...at the entrance to the TTT.....*
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Post by Bubba CMS on Jul 24, 2020 21:08:54 GMT -5
OCC: Continued in the TTT thread.
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Post by Solaris C Bots on Mar 27, 2021 7:49:30 GMT -5
The bots set up a cordoned off area, outside of Bubba's quarters, stating that this area is unsafe, and to use the transporter to travel to another location, and then begin their sanitization work in the hallways, and into and Bubba's quarters, as instructed by the Command Centre.
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Post by Solaris C Bots on Feb 14, 2022 8:43:56 GMT -5
All done they move off to be serviced and cleaned themselves.
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The Drifters, current Avatar, sitting on my shoulder.
