Gurgle

Chuck wakes to the sound of running water in her room. She sits up and swings her feet off the bed into ice-cold, ankle deep--
The toilet gurgles and she gets a peek just in time for the bowl to vomit a delightful, brown, foul-smelling geyser. 
And she keeps her clothes in the drawer under her bed. 
"Mother/fucker." 
Chuck trudges to the God-fucking-damnit /locked door, unlocks the damn thing, and splashes into the flooded hallway where, already, a number of personnel in similar damp and bedraggled states mill about. 
At least she won a spot on a plane last night. Plenty of time for laundry. 
"Not the wake up we 're promised," greets Chantell, splashing down the hall in galoshes.
"Ye don't say," Chuck replies blandly. 
"Yea, so, turns out one of our boat-bound folks has a pacemaker that makes going on a boat near-impossible--" 
"I'm not going on the carrier." 
"I can get you a bunk with a window?" 
"I don't have any clothes!" 
"What if I get you something to wear and guarantee that you're stuff'll get clean and to your room?" 
"Little bit taller than you." 
"I'll figure something out." 
Chuck sighs. "Fine." 
"Ohmigosh thank you sooo much." Chantell pulls off her ID. "Here's the code to my room, I'll meet you there, and ...." She pulls a pair of rainboots from her bag. 
"Kinda already filthy." 
"Eh, whatever, they're not mine." Chantell hands her a pack of TimTams. "Think you traded these last night?" 
"Making sure I was never on the plane in the first place?"
 
"Ehhh ...." Chantell cringes, then: "They're /Tim /Tams! Just enjoy them?" 
Chuck rolls her eyes, stuffs them in her back pocket, heads off. 
"Great!" calls Chantell. "Half an hour, I promise." 
Chuck waves. 
Half an hour later in the blessedly clean marshal's suite washroom, Chuck holds up a probably slightly small t-shirt. 
"I may have said something a bit too loudly," Chantell apologizes. "But you guys are /so cute." 
"Did you at least find a white bra?" 
"I did!" Flicks one over. "Hope it fits." 
It does ... like a poorly-designed binder. 
"Can you breathe?" 
Chuck tries shifting her breasts. "Sorta?" 
"Only for a few hours, ay?" 
"It better be. Underwear?"
"So it turns out there's a bit of a supply problem with kits and--"
"Seriously?"
"Go figure, moving everyone and their stuff out leads to issues. Anywho, I didn't know how you felt about wearing colours when you're ranked above--"
"What're my options?" 
"/Triton, /Lucky, /Vulcan, or /Shaolin granny-panties--" 
"Shaolin Rogue."
"Yea ... But hey, /Cherno /Alpha pants from the lady herself!" 
Chuck pulls them on.
"All smells nice, though, ay?" 
"I'll count my blessings when I'm on solid ground again." 
"Good plan." Chantell heads from the washroom. "See you in a bit!" 
"Thanks." 
"You're welcome~, Bye!" 
Chuck gives her braid another sniff (mostly smells like soap and hair), brushes her teeth, and pulls on the t-shirt. 
Shoulda said 'pulls on the crop top'. 
She'll have a hoodie soon. 
Grabs her bag, heads out of the suite and into the--
"You're wearing it!"
Ducky, in his second-of-three /Gipsy /Danger t-shirts, latches on like a limpet. 
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Breakfast'll go off without a hitch, but when they're organizing themselves to board (Chuck has her sunglasses, earbuds, and most powerful 'do not approach' vibe on (Ducky is immune)), Jackson'll saunter by and make a huge deal about how precious they are and how he just /has to get a picture so Wash slings an arm around Ducky's shoulders and gives her best smile and the teasing kinda dies. Feng may also be trying to convince the captain that they need a ship's cat.
Jackson takes the picture anyway. Logan or Jamie eventually gets a hold of a printout and adds hearts and glitter after cropping out Ducky, while Jackson just sulks and forgets about it (until 2019) 'cause he tried and failed to get a rise out of her.
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