#ladybelowdeck

Send me “Incorrect Quotes” for a snippet of shitpost dialogue between my muse and yours

Roderick S. Kasun doesn’t actually work on the U.S.S Enterprise, but you could be forgiven for thinking that given that he’s been on the ship for half a year now and keeps borrowing people’s spare uniforms. Currently he’s down in the engines, trying to help Scotty round up tribbles by smacking them out of the ductwork with a bit of sticky tape on a pole and inventing new sear words.

“You....”

      “Type A. No, wait, is that the good kind? Type B? Type B for ‘bugs’.”

He can feel them, right now, under his skin. Crawling through his veins, shifting in his blood. Less itchy than usual, more like a gentle tingling. Feather-light. A tickle. He runs his fingers over his arms and peers at them, trying to make out the shapes of all the little Kevins.

It’s a lab --  bigger than he’d thought. It looks like there are back areas, additional rooms. It’s entirely possible that there’s someone in here who didn’t hear him knock. He catches sight of a woman on the laboratory floor, clearly busy with something. He raises his hand to catch her attention, a half-movement that seems to do his job.

“Sorry. I’m looking for an agent Charlie Francis? I was told he might be here. At least, I think here is where I was told he’d be. The directions I got were --” 

He waves his hand.

“--sort of vague.”

Ahhh. Tbh my only experience is high school theater and all of the cast and crew smelled like chocolate for weeks during Dracula. You have a neat job.