Christmas Shopping
Dec. 27th, 2006 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thelibraniniquitySo yeah, this "great" writing revival of late. It's been happening, albeit slowly, and despite the (accurate) observation of one friend that I've not actually finished anything since "Miracle Worker" last year, I'd like to think that the very act of writing itself means something.
And I can't believe I just typed that.
But anyway, this being the festive season and all that jazz, I thought I'd post something that will never get finished, but would also seem bloody idiotic were it to appear any other time of the year. It is incomplete, by a long, long, long, long way, but hey.
See what you think :)
Christmas Shopping
o o o o o
You’d better watch out
You’d better not cry
You’d better not pout
I’m telling you why
They were senior staff. More than anyone else on the Enterprise they had a duty (a moral responsibility, almost) to set an example to the other human members of the crew.
They were the best of the best, smarter than the rest.
Most of all, they were grown men – and woman. And even though December 2151 was the first time any... okay, most of them had not been somewhere on Earth for Christmas, there was not going to be a repeat of the snow-Vulcan, or semi-drunken arse-appraisals or anything else that Malcolm could personally think of as mortally embarrassing behaviour in the months that had been, however inevitably, leading up to this.
More than anything else, they were the first humans to make it out this far in space on a vessel of their own design, with a fair engine (and a fair amount of firepower). Imagination had to be curbed, enthusiasm reigned in.
Just because it was Christmas in three weeks didn’t mean they could start acting like kids.
And just because it was going to be everyone’s first Christmas on a space ship (Travis didn’t count, for obvious reasons), there was no reason for Malcolm to even think about implementing the extra security measures onboard Enterprise to prevent any ruckus or general disturbance to ship’s routine.
Although, judging by the conspiratorial looks on the faces of both Hoshi and Travis, Malcolm highly doubted it.
Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow
Malcolm rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of his quarters. The clock over from his bed blinked oh-four hundred exactly. There was a slight draft at the top of the far wall where the ventilation system had still not been repaired properly. And a faint tapping noise underneath the decking not unlike the noise Archer had been complaining about during the first few weeks of the mission.
He breathed out, and sucked the air back in again. The distinctly Starfleet issue eighth-inch thick blanket rustled across his legs, instantly letting in a cold draft of air, and Malcolm shivered.
This wasn’t going to work. He still had three hours before his alarm was set to go off, and another hour on top of that before his duty shift on the bridge was due to begin. And in the meantime... despite his insomniac tendencies, Malcolm was really rather fond of what little sleep he did manage to get every night. So far tonight he was on a grand total of zero hours slept, no thanks to that bloody tapping!!
Malcolm breathed in again, and sighed it out. Getting up from the bed, he wrapped the pathetically thin blanket around him and walked across his quarters to the head, hissing each time he trod on icy-cold metal decking.
It was probably ironic, he thought as the bathroom door slid closed behind him, that the one place on the Enterprise warmer than an icicle was this room, barely bigger than an airing cupboard.
But oh, it was just as warm.
Malcolm sincerely hoped that Crewmen Rostov and Novokavich’s attempts to manipulate the environmental controls to produce genuine frost on the ports of the observation lounge were successful.
Otherwise he might just have to kill them.
o o o o o
You’d better watch out
You’d better not cry
You’d better not pout
I’m telling you why
They were senior staff. More than anyone else on the Enterprise they had a duty (a moral responsibility, almost) to set an example to the other human members of the crew.
They were the best of the best, smarter than the rest.
Most of all, they were grown men – and woman. And even though December 2151 was the first time any... okay, most of them had not been somewhere on Earth for Christmas, there was not going to be a repeat of the snow-Vulcan, or semi-drunken arse-appraisals or anything else that Malcolm could personally think of as mortally embarrassing behaviour in the months that had been, however inevitably, leading up to this.
More than anything else, they were the first humans to make it out this far in space on a vessel of their own design, with a fair engine (and a fair amount of firepower). Imagination had to be curbed, enthusiasm reigned in.
Just because it was Christmas in three weeks didn’t mean they could start acting like kids.
And just because it was going to be everyone’s first Christmas on a space ship (Travis didn’t count, for obvious reasons), there was no reason for Malcolm to even think about implementing the extra security measures onboard Enterprise to prevent any ruckus or general disturbance to ship’s routine.
Although, judging by the conspiratorial looks on the faces of both Hoshi and Travis, Malcolm highly doubted it.
Let it snow
Let it snow
Let it snow
Malcolm rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of his quarters. The clock over from his bed blinked oh-four hundred exactly. There was a slight draft at the top of the far wall where the ventilation system had still not been repaired properly. And a faint tapping noise underneath the decking not unlike the noise Archer had been complaining about during the first few weeks of the mission.
He breathed out, and sucked the air back in again. The distinctly Starfleet issue eighth-inch thick blanket rustled across his legs, instantly letting in a cold draft of air, and Malcolm shivered.
This wasn’t going to work. He still had three hours before his alarm was set to go off, and another hour on top of that before his duty shift on the bridge was due to begin. And in the meantime... despite his insomniac tendencies, Malcolm was really rather fond of what little sleep he did manage to get every night. So far tonight he was on a grand total of zero hours slept, no thanks to that bloody tapping!!
Malcolm breathed in again, and sighed it out. Getting up from the bed, he wrapped the pathetically thin blanket around him and walked across his quarters to the head, hissing each time he trod on icy-cold metal decking.
It was probably ironic, he thought as the bathroom door slid closed behind him, that the one place on the Enterprise warmer than an icicle was this room, barely bigger than an airing cupboard.
But oh, it was just as warm.
Malcolm sincerely hoped that Crewmen Rostov and Novokavich’s attempts to manipulate the environmental controls to produce genuine frost on the ports of the observation lounge were successful.
Otherwise he might just have to kill them.
(And just incase anybody actually gives a crap, the title "Christmas Shopping" is also the title of an Irish poem that could have been written, or at least pondered during a Malaysian monsoon, by Stuart Reed. Well, maybe my wheelchair-bound Stuart could have written it. And I seem to have misplaced the verse about the son, so... google it ;)
In unrelated news, I've graduated to my own bedroom... kipping on the sofa (which isn't a proper sofa-bed, please take note), I could be spending next summer with a conservatory as a bedroom (...), and I'm busy ripping all the Atlantis DVDs I got people to pay for/buy me for Christmas. Except the program I'm using to encode the .avi files is no longer working. Boo, hiss, scowl.
Ah well.
'Tis the season to be jolly...
...right?
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Date: 2006-12-28 10:53 pm (UTC)This is good, damn you! It needs completing - all your stuff needs completing! *discreetly shoves own WIP folder under computer desk* Mind you so does No Bravery - we really should finish that at some point *muses*
Anyhoo, speak yo ya later :)
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Date: 2006-12-28 11:41 pm (UTC)*discreetly hides other recently started WIPs* I have??
Glad you like though :)