An ointment, a meal, and maybe some new friends...
White Wolf
The Hallway outside of medical
Time - Seconds after Dr. Keto shoved him out the door
White Wolf held up the little green flask the doctor shoved in his
paws and peered at it closely, then uncorked it and took a quick
sniff at it again. Finally, shaking his head he muttered, "a slight
hint of food color number 2051, but that's definitely vinegar.
Wouldn't be the first time a doctor tried pawning off he didn't know
what to do with me - At least, this one isn't commenting that
he's not a veterinarian! Well, in the worse case, I might have a
pretty good supply of salad dressing for my lettuce. Hmm, speaking of
food, perhaps I should find my new quarters."
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Deck 5, The Promenade
Time - 10 minutes later
Since he hadn't found his new quarters yet, and his stomach growling
was beginning to scare some of the people who happened to be walking
by him. White Wolf returned to Macdonalds, and attempted to stand in
line, but nearly everyone seemed to change their mind at once and
left, so he stepped up to order. The Macdonalds employee didn't look
up from his display while dazedly asking, "whadda want?" Without
moments hesitation, White Wolf orders "I'll have 30 of
your 'macshaker salads' with blue cheese dressing, and extra cheese.
no meat, or croutons please. And three side orders of peanut butter.
And two gallons of water with very little ice, Thank you." "What?!?
Did I hear you right?" The surprised sounding Macdonalds employee
glances up with eyes going wide at the sight of a 6' 1" hamster and
replies "UhÂ… Right away, sir!" and slowly falls over.
Some thirty minutes later, White Wolf walks out of Macdonalds while
nibbling away at his meal. And is confronted by Tiny, who looks
surprised for a moment, but recovers nicely. "You're the '6 foot
friggin rat' everyone is calling in."
White Wolf replies "6 foot, 1 inch, Sir. . . "
"May I ask who you are?"
"I'm White Wolf, first shift security officer, second shift
handyman/engineer, and third shift communications officer reporting
for duty sir!"
"Ahh, the new crewmember. . .", Tiny glances at his
chronometer, "your two hours early. Perhaps you would like to drop
off your belonging in your quarters?"
"Yes, I would sir, But I don't where they are yet."
"Ahh, then I'll escort you. At least now I won't have to chase
the 'friggin rat' reports all over the ship!"
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White Wolf's new quarters
Time - 15 minutes later.
As Tiny turns to leave, his parts words are "Here you are, I'll be
seeing you in 105 minutes, White Wolf."
Setting down his gear, and finishing off the last of his meal, White
Wolf gazed around while walking slowly about the quarters, "Mmm. . .
Seems cozy enough. I'll have to move that bed, find some nice
shavings for a bed over there. Mmm, I doubt I can fit a wheel over
here, maybe I'll have to get a treadmill. . ."
And opening a cupboard, he spots a fresh jar of peanut butter, "Oh,
What a nice housewarming gift!", His ears perk up as he hears
something go scrabbling across the floor behind him. He slowly
glances over his shoulder to see a pair of beady eyes peering at him
from out of the darkness at him. Looking absolutely delighted, "I've
got company!" he says excitedly while grabbing the peanut butter jar,
and turning to bend down. "Do you wish to share some with me?"
Slowly, a small scrawny looking gerbil hops gingerly out into the
light, and warily watches White Wolf as he puts down the open peanut
butter jar on the floor and slowly sitting down.
"Come on, have some with me!" coaxed White Wolf waving the little
rodent closer, and spent the next 90 minutes gaining the little guys
confidence.