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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.

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

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.

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

It's possible. I would leave that for him to discuss with his warden, so long as your inmate is safe.

[The worry :C]

Well enough.

[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.

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

You've left the CES?

[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.

[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.

[Care for reckless captains :c]

Yeah.

Are you going alright?

[...Okay head bobbing fuck it she is going to support him on the way back. She will carry if necessary. You won't like it. :|] Yes, I thought so. Can you walk? I can bring you to the infirmary if it's serious.

[Precisely. :C]

I've brought Trip back to our quarters. [Lol when did she start saying 'our.'] I managed to avoid most of the danger.

Nah, I'm alright. Just tired. Really, really tired. [And he's going to start walking, because holy shit, stopping was a dumb idea, now he has to reremember how to do it.] You alright?

[She will show him. :|] I was-- [Worried. Anxious. Nervous. Scared.] --Concerned. I'm all right. [Now that I know you're out is how that sentence ends.]

Good. [He knows how that sentence ends. c: And hnnn walking is hard, why do we live so far away. :c] Sorry I got nabbed.

[When he married you two :|] That's good.

I was under the impression it was not your fault. [Eyebrow. Was it Trip. Was it. And it's okay she will totally slyly just help support his weight. DO YOU NEED TO BE CARRIED. SHE CAN DO IT.]

[...Point.] Have you gone to the infirmary?

Don't remember askin' to be stuck there. [Nope, just gonna lean on you a little. He wants to stay conscious long enough to shower and drink some water and appreciate being burrowed under the covers for a while.] Need to remember to change the codes.

[Leaning is fine and she will make sure he gets both.] The codes?

McCoy found me.

[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.

[You are so nice to him. :c] To the engine room. O'Brien's got 'em. John and Dick and everyone on that filter too. It's probably not smart to give that many people access to it.

Good. [You are like Trip, you have a way of almost killing yourself all the time. :c]

[Only when he almost dies. :c] Agreed. I'll ask that someone available guard the room until you can agree on a new code.

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