The Red Doctor of Deep Space
07 Mar 2020Nerys Nymei
Yesterday, after the repairs on my ship were completed, the Gnosis crew insisted on throwing a party for me in the main common room.I tried to politely refuse, but they don't see many visitors around here, "and surely not many girl scouts", one of the technicians said.
They have been very nice: there was a cake, music, dances, and obviously a lot of drinks.
Around two or three o'clock, I don't remember exactly, we were all a bit... well, high, if not exactly drunk... someone started to call me The Red Doctor of Deep Space. Probably I mentioned that I am a physician, and the Fairytale is painted in salvage red. Some more drinks after, another technician objected that I was blonde, not red, and that I had to correct immediately my look to match my ship and my new shiny nickname.
Again I politely refused. I am almost certain to have politely refused.
Then, this morning, with a strong hedache and not entirely steady on my feet, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Oh, well, it could be worse. At least I did not agree to some very embarassing tattoo. Oh, wait, let me check...