054 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

[So T'Pol's had a chance to get the basics from the Admiral again, and make a new deal. Now's the time to awkwardly deal with her memories.]

I have been told that this 'barge amnesia' is relatively common, and that my memory of my time here will eventually return. If there is anything of importance I should know, it may be prudent to inform me now.

[A pause; there's some paper shuffling, and a bark in the background.] I understand that I left an inmate when last I was here. Mister Dawsey, I assume you are still assigned to me?

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[hatestriangles]

And here I was, crying my little heart out 'cause I thought you'd forgotten all about me. [Exaggerated sigh, as if he hadn't been avoiding her since she made a comeback.]

[with_discipline]

I doubt the truthfulness of that statement. We were not assigned very long, correct?

[hatestriangles]

A month, maybe... Fuck if I know. It's hard to keep track of time here.

[with_discipline]

Apparently so. I assume I have not forgotten any important developments in your...rehabilitation?

[hatestriangles]

Nope, you've been right on the money.

[with_discipline]

Indeed. Perhaps, then, we should rectify that lack. Please meet me in the mess hall.

Sorry for all the hiatus-fail. :C Want to spam this?

[hatestriangles]

[Pause before he answers.]

Sure. I'm fucking hungry anyway.

It's all good. Mine's a failure in and of itself. :p Definitely spam!

[with_discipline]

Five minutes.

[And off she goes to secure a cup of tea and a table. This can't possibly go badly.]

Spam!

[hatestriangles]

[Somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes later, Perry strolls in. He takes his time, grabbing a big heaped plate of whatever food he can find and makes his way lazily over to the table, takes a seat with the smallest of nods and starts chowing down. I imagine the chair is probably a little small for him, too. :C]

Spam!

[with_discipline]

[Because he's a giant. :c She arches an eyebrow, just sipping from her mug until he finally sits. Then the tea gets set down, and she crosses her legs.]

You're late.

Spam!

[hatestriangles]

[He pauses with a fork halfway to his mouth and glances at her.]

You know how it is, busy schedule and all. What can I say? I'm a popular guy.

Spam!

[with_discipline]

Popularity should be far from your primary concern. I expect you to be prompt, next time.

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Good gods, you don't remember a thing? Well, this could potentially be problematic.

[with_discipline]

Indeed. Are we acquainted?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Of course we are. Dear T'Pol, I'm one of your best friends. It's me, Loki.

[with_discipline]

[Well this won't be horrible or hilarious.] My apologies, then.

[Hey pause.] There is a cultural mythology on Earth that involves that name.

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

[Oh T'Pol, as soon as you get your memory back, Loki's gonna laaaaaugh.] Don't worry about it.

Yes, I know. Probably because I am the Loki from the cultural mythology. Yes, yes I know that a friendship between a Vulcan and a god like myself seems slightly strange. But we are on an interdimensional space barge. Of course it's slightly strange.

[with_discipline]

That may be an understatement.

Are you a warden?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

T'Pol, I am Loki, god of mischief, father of too many children to count, bringer of Ragnarok. Make an educated guesss.

[with_discipline]

[...Fair point, Loki.] I trust the mythology is an accurate depiction of your life, then.

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is.

[with_discipline]

I have been told I held a position in the laboratory here; do you know anything of the work I did there, Loki?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Alas, I don't know. Laboratory work was never something that completely interested me.

Ruby hates her life right now.

[yousethimfree.livejournal.com]

[not a real comment]

T'Pol feels her. :c

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