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[with_discipline]

Hopefully, our next port will be calm in comparison. [Vulcans don't say 'I told you so,' but she told you so, guys.] Once things are settled, I will be studying the Barge itself. [Read: The Barge and the Admiral.] I obtained some interesting data while searching for the Admiral that I intend to test.

[Warden Filter]

If anyone is available, it would be prudent to place some manner of guard on the engine room until the codes can be changed.

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

When everything is settled, I'd like to sit down for tea again.

[Private to Slade]

Your status. [It's a question. With Vague Vulcan Worry (tm).]

[Private to Kirk]

[This one has actual Vulcan Worry.] Are you well? [BE WELL, DAMN IT.]

[Private to Locke]

I placed your inmate in Zero shortly before the imposter revealed himself. He believed he murdered Richie Gecko. I'm not certain if this is true, but it seems highly unlikely, given the faceless crewman I came across. I believe it attacked him and he killed it. I do not know why he believed it to be Mister Gecko.

[Private to Will Graham]

Mister Pinkman thinks he murdered your inmate just before things culminated on the board. I have my doubts about this, but I would appreciate your verification.

[Spam for Trip]

[The moment the announcement came that things were back to normal - was there truly a normal here, she wondered, or was that just what humans called 'wishful thinking?' - T'Pol made her way to the CES to find Trip. She watched others leave, wringing her hands. She didn't even realize she was doing it. The trellium had damaged her ability to control her emotions as she should, but it also meant it wasn't as easy to control certain physical ticks she'd suppressed most of her life. Hang wringing was one that had surfaced, and she'd keep wringing them until she spotted Trip.]

[Private to McCoy]

[Once Trip is asleep:] I require use of your replicator.

[Private to the Admiral]

[She's waiting a bit on this; she heard how tired he was, and she's more interested in making sure Trip is okay. But once he's asleep, she's got Things To Say.]

It is a captain's prerogative to decide what information his crew requires. That is logical. Sharing too much information is often dangerous - as is sharing too little. I do not know how this imposter came aboard, and it may not be necessary that we learn how. But you have left us with very little information about the ship we live on. Wardens are your senior staff: you need us as much as we need you.

You have presumably suffered through this. Had we been more informed, we may have been able to provide assistance to you, instead of waiting more than a month for the revelation that you required our help.

We are here. Make use of us. Inform us. Do not let this happen again.

Comments

[Private] pst: html kinda went screwy thar

[grahamcommawill.livejournal.com]

My Item hasn't shown anything. How sure is he?

[Private] Yus, it hates me :c

[with_discipline]

He seemed convinced, but I don't see how it was possible. He told me he murdered Mister Gecko before I arrived, but the only body I found belonged to one of the crewmen.

[Private]

[grahamcommawill.livejournal.com]

Could it have something to do with the Barge acting up? I was seeing all sorts of crazy things before I disappeared.

Private

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[The worry :C]

Well enough.

Private

[with_discipline]

[She's a Vulcan first officer, IT'S WHAT THEY DO.]

You've left the CES?

Private

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Care for reckless captains :c]

Yeah.

Are you going alright?

[SPAM]

[inhistorybooks]

[Trip was exhausted, battered and dehydrated, a combination he found himself in way too often. But it was apparently over. Finally. Tim might be built for staying awake all weekend under horrible conditions, and Trip might have been able to pull it off if they were better supplied, but the simple fact was, he wasn't Robin.

And he hated being dehydrated.

He'd dragged himself out of the CES after making sure the vigilante was alright making sure everyone else was on their way back to the Barge. He blinked a little blearily when he finally stepped back out on deck, but as soon as he saw who was waiting for him, he smiled, looking a little dazed and definitely filthy, but oh god so much relief. :c] Hey.

[SPAM]

[with_discipline]

[And he smelled. And T'Pol was trying hard to keep her nostrils from flaring.] Hello. [But smell was not going to stop her from heading to his side, all sorts of subtle concern on her face. She didn't embrace him, or take his hands, though she spent a few seconds considering both. It felt too unnatural.]

Come. [She rested a hand on his arm, though, that was okay.] You need sleep, and water. [Her nose twitched. :c] And a shower.

[SPAM]

[inhistorybooks]

[His shoulders sagged, head bobbing slightly, dazed smile still in place as he started trying to stop himself from completely shutting down. That could wait until after he'd had something to drink. And maybe eat. No, sleeping sounded better right now. Sleep and water.] Best idea I've heard all week.

[Private]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Someone sounds tired. :c] Sure. But I'm in Jim's room. I can give you the passcode or just borrow Jim's or something.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

Whichever you prefer. I want food here when Trip wakes up.

[Private]

[championoftime]

I wouldn't find that at all disagreeable.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

Good. I find tea helps me meditate; after this month, something...relaxing is precisely what everyone needs.

[Private]

[terminates.livejournal.com]

Intact.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

The bombs?

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

What kind of data?

[with_discipline]

I was briefly able to scan what I believe was the Admiral, while we were looking for him. He had no heat signature, and his life sign was...inconclusive. [He fucked with her instruments and she wants more info. :|]

[hatestriangles]

I hate this place at the best of times, but if we don't get a calm port I'm going to hate it even more.

[with_discipline]

[She'd agree, but hate's an emotion. :|] The month has been extremely unpleasant. Given that, I would expect the next flood or port we experience to be less exhausting.

[justareverie.livejournal.com]

I will check in with him. Can you confirm Mr. Gecko hasn't been harmed?

[with_discipline]

I can. It seems to have been an hallucination. When I placed him in zero, I confiscated some items from him. [She's moving around and clicking on the video after a moment to show him the gum, pack of cigarettes, and the little bag of blue crystals she took.] He claimed this was 'rock candy.' [She has no idea what that is but she doesn't believe it. :\]

Warden Filter

[hopeless-hacker.livejournal.com]

The access codes have already been changed.

[She did this before going to get her broken arm seen to. lol priorities what are those.]

Warden Filter

[with_discipline]

[Those are the kind of priorities T'Pol lives by. B)]

I will let Trip know. Thank you.

[strangehistorian]

I would be interested in aiding you in this however I can.

[with_discipline]

[NEW PROJECT. Excitement is reserved. :c] I intend to secure EV suits, to study the outside of the Barge. I would welcome assistance in this. [You do not go for a space walk alone, it's bad form.]