A trip down memory lane

Who: Micky
Where: Promenade
When: Just after the last post
"If this is a vessell, there's got to be a bar somewhere." The place
was alive with bustling people. Micky looked at his watch. It
wasn't there. "Must be wherever my arm is."
Still struggling to regain memory, Micky felt alone. Even here and
now surrounded by all these people. He had figured out he was on a
mining ship from the JMC called Blue Dwarf. That was easy, most crew
members wore the JMC emblem and Blue Dwarf tag on their uniform. But
the Holly was new to him.
"'Scuse me love, where's the nearest pub?" He stopped an attractive
looking woman with long hazel hair and impressive assetts. Older
than Micky, but he still would.
"Bellhorn! Follow the prom down for about 400 yards. You'll see
Parrott's. Best watering hole for thousands of miles!" She hurried
off. He had a feeling of deva-vu.
"Weird. I could have sworn I've met her before."
"That's Katrina Salter, one of the engineers." Another familiar
voice. But this time it was coming from his Holo-arm. He was
surprised to see a watch there. Not his own, but some plasticy
looking thing with a bald blokes head on it. "Krikey. Don't look
too pleased to see me, will you?!"
"Who are you?" Micky was confused. That or losing his marbles.
"Oh very nice! Forgetting your own mates! It's me! Holly! I got
Erik to clear your stuff away in your quarters. If anyone had found
it, you would have had some explaining to do." He didn't have a clue
who Erik was, where his quarters were, or why Holly was so sarcastic.
"So your the Holly?"
"Well, just Holly. Have you been taking drugs?" Holly look
confused. "ooooh! That's right. Chrysler warned me you wouldn't
know much about much for a while. Give it a day or two, you'll be
right as rain."
Micky carried on walking towards Parrott's. Give him an hour or two
he'll be pissed as a fart. Vanessa had told him not to go anywhere,
that his lack of memories matched with his apparent lack of people
skills would just get him in even more trouble.
"So what happened to my arm Holly? Was it a bazookoid?" The short
conversation with the computer was bringing back some memories, but
not much worth going into too much detail over except maybe that
Holly doesn't always tell the whole truth. A lack of faith in the
computer was all too present.
"Yeh. I don't know how though, I've not been able to access that
part of my memory in the security logs. Someone wants to keep this
quiet."
"Well what was I doing before hand?"
"You had just gone off to the flight deck to report for work. You
were four hours late remember." He did remember. And that toaster.
He was going to have fun taking out his emotions on that tempramental
little thing later.
"I've not been here long have I Holly?" He got a few sidewards
glances as he walked into Parrott's. Well, he did look as though he
was talking to himself.
"Yesterday morning." The queue at the bar was huge. A small ugly
bloke was behind there, apologising as much as he could, saying the
usual barman hadn't shown up for work.
Micky looked down at Holly as he walked at the hoard of people round
the bar. "So I must have really pissed someone off in that short time
then..." He bumped into a rather large burly looking bloke with a
huge belly and even huger arms.
"Sorry mate, I didn't see you." His pint had been spilled, and he
didn't look happy. "Let me get you another drink."
The burly bloke looked at the queue for drinks.
"Are you taking the piss?" Micky could see no way out of a fight,
and if there was one thing he had learned growing up, it was to get
the first shot in.
He swung his arm with so much force that when it passed right through
the big fella's face it knocked Micky off balance and he fell
forward. Propped up on one arm he remembered too late his other arm
wasn't real.
"Oh for fu.."
The stool across the back of his head didn't give him time to finish.
When he next opened his eyes, that white light flooded in again and
sent ripples of pain through his head. He sensed someone in the room
with him.
"Should I go ahead and order you your own bunk? You have a knack for
getting in trouble." It was Vanessa Chrysler.
He was back in the Medi-bay, then.