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Post by jonlove on Feb 20, 2007 18:26:01 GMT -5
::Crewman Love wakes up at 0600 hours and hops right into the shower. He doesn't waste any time and 5 minutes later he is dried and dressed. He takes a few minutes to square away his personal living quarters, then secures his room and heads out for some chow.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 20, 2007 18:38:56 GMT -5
::Halfway into his duty shift, Jone re-enters his quarters to change his uniform. As he was breaking up a fight in the crewman's mess hall he got, what appears to be soda all over it. He had no choice but to log the incident being it was almost an all out brawl. He quickly changes into a fresh uniform and then re-adjusts his utility belt. He then makes his way back to his assigned post.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 20, 2007 18:51:53 GMT -5
::Finally finished for the day, a tired Jon enters his quarters and lays down on his bunk. He doesn't feel like moving yet and a short 2 minutes later his eyes close. When he awakens it is 2 hours later and time for him to have some chow. He strips out of his uniform for the second time this day and takes a quick shower. He puts on a sweat suit with some running shoes and then puts up his dirty laundry in its appropriate place. He then secures his quarters and heads to the mess for some dinner.::
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Post by Cdr Juliette Lynn James on Feb 21, 2007 7:55:20 GMT -5
Months later, Juliette was laying on her soft bed in her white cotton towel after having just taken a sonic shower. She was tired and couldn't even get enough energy up to get dressed. She laid there, closing her eyes, taking shallow breaths as she fought to stay awake. She wanted to take a sip of her Cabernet wine that sat on her nightstand, but didn't want to move.
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Post by jonlove on Feb 21, 2007 19:25:41 GMT -5
::Jon wakes up at 0600 hours and immediately hops in the shower. After taking care of all his personal hygiene he puts on a fresh uniform and a newly shined pair of boots. He then makes up his rack and places his dirty clothes in his laundry bag. He decides on a quick breakfast before his duty shift begins. He secures his quarters and heads out.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 21, 2007 19:42:03 GMT -5
::Before lunch, Jon head back to his quarters to sneak a glass of that fine bottle of Jameson's he has stashed away. He takes it from his wall locker, rinses out a glass and pours a healthy serving. He takes a moment before he drinks it, then polishes off the glass and proceeds to pour another. He finishes the second glass as quickly as he did the first, then secures his quarters and heads out for some lunch.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 21, 2007 20:01:19 GMT -5
::Finally, after a hard day in the "salt mines" Jon goes back to peace and tranquility of his quarters. He takes his boots off and whips out the kiwi and brushes. He polishes his boots to a mirror like gleam then puts them under his rack. He then strips out of his uniform and decides on another shower before heading to the dining facility for dinner. With his shower and other chores out of the way Jon dresses in civvies and records another message home to his mother. He then secures his quarters and heads out.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 21, 2007 20:19:15 GMT -5
::Jon once again enters his quarters after a wonderful Italian dinner. He walks over to his desk and decides on recording a personal Log.::
Personal Log of Crewman Jon Love.::
Begin Transmission::
::pouring himself a glass of Jameson, then taking a sip:: ::sighs:: As much as I enjoy being stationed on the Crusader, I find myself at times feeling like an outsider, like not quite fitting in like the rest of the boys and girls do. I don't know what brings these feelings on.........but they are there nonetheless. I wonder what the future has in store for me ::chuckles:: one thing I know for sure is that I never want to be an officer, they are some of the most uptight, unsatisfied people I have ever met......::chuckles:: I been keeping busy these days, and am enjoying not having to diet and workout every night. Well I have to get a uniform ready for tomorrow morning, so this is crewman Love signing off for now...
End transmission::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 21, 2007 20:29:12 GMT -5
::0200 hours and Jon finally stumbles into his quarters. He has been drinking for a few hours and is now just feeling the effects. He got bored and decided to head to the lounge for a few casual drinks but ran into an old friend and wound up drinking the night away, reminiscing about the "good ole days". He has to be up and alert in 4 hours and decides maybe to head to sickbay and see if the CMO can give him something to dull the effects of the alcohol. As he sits there thinking he falls asleep on his rack in an upright position.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 22, 2007 19:13:54 GMT -5
::Jon wakes up 4 hours later still seated upright in his rack. he takes a second to get his bearings, then strips out of his civvies and takes a hot shower. Once he is done he dresses in the uniform he has prepared for today and puts on a newly polished pair of boots. When he is done dressing he squares away his quarters and then heads out for some chow.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 22, 2007 19:24:59 GMT -5
::Jon returns to his quarters at 1150 hours. He decides to give his boots another shining before he heads out for lunch. As he polishes his boots, he pours himself a glass of Jameson. He has to remember to get another bottle when the opportunity presents himself. He finishes his boots and then knocks of his glass of scotch. He then decides to head to the mess hall.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 22, 2007 19:37:52 GMT -5
::After another uneventful shift Jon makes his way back to his quarters. He changes out of his uniform in favor of some shorts, t-shirt and some sports sandals. He then goes about preparing another uniform for tomorrow. With all his menial chores done he records one more message home to his mother. He then knocks out a few sets of push-ups, sit-ups, chin-ups and pull-ups, stretching out between each exercise. When he is done and feels he has built up an adequate appetite, he secures his quarters and makes way to the mess hall for some dinner.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 22, 2007 19:55:45 GMT -5
::After a nice meal, Jon once again enters his quarters. He pours himself another glass of scotch and brings it over to his desk where he will record a personal Log.::
Personal Log of Crewman Jon Love.::
Begin Transmission::
::takes a sip of his scotch, music playing in the background:: These last 3 days have been fairly easy I must say. I only had to break up one minor scuffle and record only one unsatisfactory report. I am using my free time to brush up on both my Klingon and Romulan...::chuckles::.... I am not doing to well. On a positive note, I found another crewman who also studies Shotokan Karate and I meet up with her, 3 times a week to practice. It feels good to be training again, I feel I have a goal. I am all prepared for tomorrow, ::chuckles:: No more late nights out for me when I have a shift the next morning. Well I am going to read some, then lights out...........::
End Transmission::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 22, 2007 20:04:39 GMT -5
::After recording a personal log and doing some reading, Jon does just the opposite he said he was going to do. He gets dressed in some civvies, making sure he is dressed to impress, puts on the cologne, makes sure the gel is in his hair and then studies himself in a mirror. When he is satisfied by his appearance, he secures his living quarters and heads to the lounge.::
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Post by jonlove on Feb 23, 2007 20:17:15 GMT -5
::Jon wakes up at 0612 hours. He once again stayed out late, this time he feels the effects. He pops in the shower but even the ice cold water does little to revive him. He dries off and puts on a fresh uniform and a pair of boots. He doesn't even take the time to make up his rack or square away his, instead he makes his way to the mess hall for a pot of coffee.::
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