Captain Dylan Hunt (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dreams_dont_die) wrote2014-12-16 10:30 pm
dreams_dont_die) wrote2014-12-16 10:30 pm
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The morning after the night before
There was something Dylan failed to think through before he spent the night in Marion's room.
Okay. There was more than one thing he failed to think through, but there's one thing that's important that occurs to him as he 's making his -- admittedly short -- way between Marion's room and his, and that is that, unlike Marion, he has a roommate.
He hasn't had a roommate for a very long time, especially if you discount the home he'd occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, shared with Sara on Tarn-Vedra. Admittedly, on his ship, there'd be Rommie to disapprove, because there's only so much privacy possible on a ship run by an AI, especially when she makes it her duty to know what's going on with you.
There's no shame for him in this, but he's also not keen on the idea of being interrogated by his still none-too-friendly roommate. Especially when he's still wearing last night's workout clothes. (He could, of course, have gotten new clothes from Marion's replicator, but for the short walk to his room, it hadn't seemed worth it.)
He's not sure what the time is, but he has a feeling it's a little too late to expect Lucie to still be asleep. He'd gotten ... distracted for a while before he'd said goodbye to Marion.
That's why Dylan's trying to be as quiet as possible when he slips back into room 748.
Okay. There was more than one thing he failed to think through, but there's one thing that's important that occurs to him as he 's making his -- admittedly short -- way between Marion's room and his, and that is that, unlike Marion, he has a roommate.
He hasn't had a roommate for a very long time, especially if you discount the home he'd occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, shared with Sara on Tarn-Vedra. Admittedly, on his ship, there'd be Rommie to disapprove, because there's only so much privacy possible on a ship run by an AI, especially when she makes it her duty to know what's going on with you.
There's no shame for him in this, but he's also not keen on the idea of being interrogated by his still none-too-friendly roommate. Especially when he's still wearing last night's workout clothes. (He could, of course, have gotten new clothes from Marion's replicator, but for the short walk to his room, it hadn't seemed worth it.)
He's not sure what the time is, but he has a feeling it's a little too late to expect Lucie to still be asleep. He'd gotten ... distracted for a while before he'd said goodbye to Marion.
That's why Dylan's trying to be as quiet as possible when he slips back into room 748.
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She's still sitting in the edge of the couch when the door opens. She looks up, expecting to see Dylan to come in from his bedroom, but instead he steps inside from the hall outside.
She tilted her head to regard him.
"I made tea..." She looked at the closed bedroom door, then back to him.
"Early morning workout, eh?"
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Damn.
He'd really been hoping he'd be able to get in without Lucie noticing, but there she is, in the shared living area, with a cup in her hands, looking like she's not long up.
He ... should have left earlier.
"Yeah."
Of course, his hair is probably still mussed from sleeping (and other things), and he certainly doesn't look like someone who's just come in from a workout, with no sweat on his clothes or in his hair, but if Lucie's willing to leave it at that, he'll happily accept that and leave it there.
Lucie did, however, give an implied invitation to him to join her, so he does, settling down on a chair, because that's not all that common an occurrence.
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"Workout in the holodeck, aye?"
Oh, she figured it out, Dylan.
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Which was true. Last night. When he'd actually been working out, or intending to work out. In the end, Marion might have gotten a fair workout before he arrived, but he hadn't had much of a chance to spar with her before they'd gotten distracted by ... other things.
"There's a pretty good gym down on Deck 12. I shoot some hoops down there sometimes."
That's probably stretching it, but Lucie doesn't need to know that any more than she needs to know that he really went for his basketball game last night after dinner, and not this morning before breakfast.
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"I'm actually pretty good," he says, leaning back with a perhaps more exaggerated sense of comfort than he really feels, but he's not about to let Lucie see that talking to her about this is unsettling.
His personal life is his, and his alone.
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"Ugh! Blokes!" Lucie finally spits, storming off back to her room. Why was she stuck with such an awful roommate who was constantly trying to hit on her and anything that moved? He was like the cover of a bleeding romance novel!