Post by Mewoykyinuis on Aug 8, 2014 9:51:59 GMT
(( I've had some issues in Security recently. This is something I'm going to try and do to help me get through them. You can post if you want, OOC or IC. Your choice. It's a public feed, so it's there. ))
Liv's Diary -- 08AUG2456
--A chemist decided it would be nice to spike people's drinks. I hadn't even gotten my belt on and I'm already responding to a call. Show up at chem, the guy's been barred access by the CMO, and he's still trying to get inside. Bring him back to the brig, out of cuffs since I was able to keep him calm enough to follow. Ten minutes, and a cup of water to cool him as usual. Other officer's passed out in the lobby so I drag him back to the dorms, and place him inside, alerting medical as I do.
--Starting my patrol, I get another call. Somebody's laying trash everywhere. A borg called Abigail appears to be malfunctioning, so I give a call out to Robotics... They take her, and I help the janitor clean up the mess once I grab the trash cart from EVA Prep. Before I leave the bar, where the mess was, the unit spews it back over the bar. Not once, but twice. So, I get to clean it up again and again. I take the trash to disposals, because the janitor's gone for some reason.
--Take care of the trash, back on patrol. An hour's gone by. And so far, this shift sucks. Go back to the bar, and the borg has started throwing more glasses everywhere, because robotics doesn't know how to fix her. Send the borg off, and I get to pick up more glass... I take a route through the tunnels fore of the bar, and end up in the fitness area. Nasir's sitting with that blond haired girl again. Great.
--//Huge fucking problem. A new detective arrived and now he and an assistant are yelling back and forth at each other. All while they start lacing in tradeband and gutter into it. Other officer is still sleeping, so I get to handle this alone. Again. I calm the detective down, while I gave him a warning, and thankfully, comms go out. Some storm or something. I was able to find the assistants, and tried to tell them that they can't be bickering over the radio, and he accuses me of playing favorites with the force. They left before I could tell them otherwise. I doubt they'd listen anyway... The blond haired girl with Nasir knows sign language. She signed something, not thinking I knew it.
--On patrol again. Three hours in. Walk past the chemist in an emergency closet again... Doctor Pond gave me a signallier or something to keep watch incase he tries to get back inside. It works, and I have to arrest him again. This time, I take his ID, and another officer yells at me for ignoring the CoC. He doesn't know that the CMO told him not to come back though, and doesn't listen when I tell him that. Why not.
--Ali, the blond, messaged me. She wants to move further in her relationship with Nasir. I didn't even know they were that serious... She even asked me for advice on what to do, thinking I had any idea. Imagine, the officer that hides how she feels from everybody, telling another person to be open about how she feels. Irony strikes deep. Back on patrol, I find an Agent in the same emergency closet the chemist was in, but this time, this bald fuck has caved in an Engineer's skull. I arrest him and call medical, and we head back to the OR. Doctor Pond performs surgery on him, to check if his implant is working. Doctor Berkheimer waits with me, for a witness, and also because I need to arrest her for tresspassing... Not one fucking break. I get done in there, and a Warden arrives. We need a new implant and he wants paperwork for it, which is understandable.
--I leave the medbay to assist Berkheimer, and there's blood everywhere. The roboticist from earlier has been renaming bots to slurs for security, along with inflamatory remarks... And, they're spewing blood everywhere. It looks like an aftermath of a fucking war. I head to robotics, and he tells me he didn't do anything to them. When there's a trail of blood coming from his office... And, I snapped. I couldn't stand it anymore. No breaks, nobody to talk to, and the one person I thought I could get to know better, is tongue deep in somebody's throat. Great. I went into the dorms, and slept. Fuck it.
Liv's Diary -- 08AUG2456
--A chemist decided it would be nice to spike people's drinks. I hadn't even gotten my belt on and I'm already responding to a call. Show up at chem, the guy's been barred access by the CMO, and he's still trying to get inside. Bring him back to the brig, out of cuffs since I was able to keep him calm enough to follow. Ten minutes, and a cup of water to cool him as usual. Other officer's passed out in the lobby so I drag him back to the dorms, and place him inside, alerting medical as I do.
--Starting my patrol, I get another call. Somebody's laying trash everywhere. A borg called Abigail appears to be malfunctioning, so I give a call out to Robotics... They take her, and I help the janitor clean up the mess once I grab the trash cart from EVA Prep. Before I leave the bar, where the mess was, the unit spews it back over the bar. Not once, but twice. So, I get to clean it up again and again. I take the trash to disposals, because the janitor's gone for some reason.
--Take care of the trash, back on patrol. An hour's gone by. And so far, this shift sucks. Go back to the bar, and the borg has started throwing more glasses everywhere, because robotics doesn't know how to fix her. Send the borg off, and I get to pick up more glass... I take a route through the tunnels fore of the bar, and end up in the fitness area. Nasir's sitting with that blond haired girl again. Great.
--//Huge fucking problem. A new detective arrived and now he and an assistant are yelling back and forth at each other. All while they start lacing in tradeband and gutter into it. Other officer is still sleeping, so I get to handle this alone. Again. I calm the detective down, while I gave him a warning, and thankfully, comms go out. Some storm or something. I was able to find the assistants, and tried to tell them that they can't be bickering over the radio, and he accuses me of playing favorites with the force. They left before I could tell them otherwise. I doubt they'd listen anyway... The blond haired girl with Nasir knows sign language. She signed something, not thinking I knew it.
--On patrol again. Three hours in. Walk past the chemist in an emergency closet again... Doctor Pond gave me a signallier or something to keep watch incase he tries to get back inside. It works, and I have to arrest him again. This time, I take his ID, and another officer yells at me for ignoring the CoC. He doesn't know that the CMO told him not to come back though, and doesn't listen when I tell him that. Why not.
--Ali, the blond, messaged me. She wants to move further in her relationship with Nasir. I didn't even know they were that serious... She even asked me for advice on what to do, thinking I had any idea. Imagine, the officer that hides how she feels from everybody, telling another person to be open about how she feels. Irony strikes deep. Back on patrol, I find an Agent in the same emergency closet the chemist was in, but this time, this bald fuck has caved in an Engineer's skull. I arrest him and call medical, and we head back to the OR. Doctor Pond performs surgery on him, to check if his implant is working. Doctor Berkheimer waits with me, for a witness, and also because I need to arrest her for tresspassing... Not one fucking break. I get done in there, and a Warden arrives. We need a new implant and he wants paperwork for it, which is understandable.
--I leave the medbay to assist Berkheimer, and there's blood everywhere. The roboticist from earlier has been renaming bots to slurs for security, along with inflamatory remarks... And, they're spewing blood everywhere. It looks like an aftermath of a fucking war. I head to robotics, and he tells me he didn't do anything to them. When there's a trail of blood coming from his office... And, I snapped. I couldn't stand it anymore. No breaks, nobody to talk to, and the one person I thought I could get to know better, is tongue deep in somebody's throat. Great. I went into the dorms, and slept. Fuck it.