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[with_discipline]

[Spam]

[She didn't dream, but that isn't unusual; Vulcans, typically at least, do not dream. She has not been typical of her kind in a long time, though. Dreams no longer disturb her quite as greatly as they once did, so waking from a dreamless sleep did not immediately alert her that something was off.

Opening her eyes on the infirmary did, however, and she sat up slowly, eyes wandering the sterile room as she followed the strings of logic to their natural conclusion. A coma; she felt no injury, and the last thing she remembered was going to sleep. Trip must have brought her here.

When she tried to stand, she moved onto the next question: How long had she been in the coma? Her legs ached with disuse, and she was certain it must have been a very long sleep.

That wouldn't delay her too long, however. If she had been asleep for a long time, then there would be a great deal to catch up on, and waiting any longer to do so would be - frustrating. Yes, frustrating. That, she thought wryly as she headed for the sixth floor, would no doubt be Trip's influence.]

I understand I've been in a coma for roughly a month. If anyone can supply a concise report of what's happened in that time, I would appreciate it. [Not that she isn't already reading over everything.]

For those I have not met yet, my name is T'Pol. I am a warden. When I've caught up, I intend to return to work in the science lab. Any inmates who wish to make use of the lab must obtain their warden's permission, first.

[Private to Dick]

Can you tell me exactly what happened with Ivy and Mister Blake?

[Private to Steve]

I understand my inmate attacked you and yours while I slept. Are you both recovering?

[Private to Zev]

I'm aware this may be an uncomfortable request, especially as we have not met, but I would like to discuss your - encounter with Mister Blake, if possible.

[Private to Wanda]

[Later, after speaking with Seven of Nine, after her talk with Ivy, and after plenty of meditation:] I don't believe we've met. My name is T'Pol. If you're available for some time, I would like to speak with you.

[Spam for Ivy]

[T'Pol didn't waste any time, really; once she was up to speed, she headed right down to Zero to see her inmate. Her face was neutral as ever, but beneath was a mounting frustration that she was having more and more difficulty suppressing. What she had realized since waking was that this was not where she wanted to continue to wake up for the next six months, year, years, however long it took Ivy to come to terms with the things she's done and the opportunity she's been afforded here.

She wants to return to Enterprise, or Vulcan. She wants to go back knowing both Trip and Elizabeth will be waiting for her.

T'Pol's silent for a long moment, standing with her arms at her sides.]

Are you pleased with your actions?

Comments

Spam

[chlorophylliac]

[It's been five days now, and despite Dick's best attempts to see her more esoteric needs met, being underground is starting to bite. Her skin feels weak, and she's become aware of a nagging lethargy.

Still, she gets off the bed and comes to the bars easily enough.]

You're up.

Spam

[with_discipline]

Obviously.

I would have preferred not to find you incarcerated when I woke, but here we are. [She takes note of the lamp, and the way Ivy looks, but there is no sympathy in her expression or stature.]

[Private]

[batmanschmatman]

After Captain Rogers took Blake back up from Zero, Ivy hit them both with her pheromones and left Steve unconscious and tied up in an unoccupied room on level eight. She brought Blake back to her cabin and tortured him, using some of the plants she's acquired here to help substitute for not having her usual natural toxicity. I assume after the toxins took effect, she castrated him and left him in the room with a knife. Blake stabbed himself in the throat.

By the time I got there, he was already bleeding out and died about half a minute later, and Ivy went down to Zero with me without putting up a fight. Steve's alright, and he's been keeping an eye on Blake, so if you want more information on that side of things, I'd talk to him.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

I believe I will, thank you.

Has she said why she attacked him?

[truth_is_cold]

[YAY T'POL!]

I am pleased to see you're awake.

[with_discipline]

I'm pleased to be awake. [And that you're still here bro. :c] Though I would have preferred it to be a shorter nap.

infirmaryspammm

[takeyouapart]

[Merlin's trying to be a good patient and sleep off the Death Toll for the most part, but after the first couple of days he's restless. He's gently pestered McCoy into giving him some reading material to keep him busy but after the first few hours that isn't holding his interest either - and it turns out that people watching is more interesting, revealing as it does the presence of non-comatose Vulcans.]

T'Pol, you're up!

infirmaryspammm

[with_discipline]

[She looks up at her name, and her eyebrows start upward when she spots Merlin - but they keep climbing, past where they usually hover when she's pleased to see someone.]

And you're not. [She walks over to his bed once she's certain walking is still a function she's capable of, and her expression shifts into one closer to concern, the question already on her face.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy caught up with her before she got too far in the infirmary, glad to see her up and about again, but, you know. Wanting to make sure she wasn't about to fall flat on her face after being asleep for a month.]

Welcome back. How're you feeling?

[with_discipline]

[She hasn't collapsed, which is a pretty nice sign, but she's still moving gingerly, just in case.]

Thank you. [She cocks her head to the side, in a WELL I'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR A MONTH way. Totally a specific gesture.] Like I won't need to sleep for the next two weeks, at the least.

[Private]

[love_slave]

It's not uncomfortable. I can talk about it.

Who are you, again? [Not meanly. She just doesn't know everyone and if she's going to be talking to someone about this sort of stuff she would at least like to know why they need to know.]

[Private]

[with_discipline]

Commander T'Pol. I've been in a Barge coma for quite some time, so me must have missed one another, as it were.

My inmate attacked Mister Blake as he was released from zero. I assume you and Ivy are close.

[ Text/Attachment + Video ]

[surfaceshine]

[The attachment actually arrives on a separate text message with the subject "This is what you missed :)" and is actually a soundbite of the second verse and one chorus of a song from Earth. A couple minutes later, Dean is grinning like a moron, because it's kind of how he rolls.]

Welcome back darlin'.

[ Text/Attachment + Video ]

[with_discipline]

[Oh man she is so confused at first, but she catches some of those names and she knows enough of Earth history to be arching her eyebrows when the video comes on.]

It may surprise you, but I was required to learn a great deal about your planet.

private;

[thestarspangledman]

We are, yeah. Blake is still in the infirmary, as you might have noticed. I'm keeping an eye on him.

private;

[with_discipline]

I apologize for what Ivy's done. [Since she won't. :v] May I ask if you've discussed what he attempted to do?

Private

[not_annika]

Welcome back.

Can I ask you something?

Private

[with_discipline]

Certainly.

[Private]

[wedonot]

Welcome back.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

Thank you.

[Aaand a pause. Because now she's slowly investing herself in Wanda's case.] May I ask your opinion on Wanda's situation?

[tailless]

A month long coma.

That's... a long time.

[with_discipline]

Extremely. I'm eager, however, to put it behind me.

[private]

[scarlet_discord]

Um, hi. OK. I...well, I'm free any time after lunch shift. When is good for you?

[private]

[with_discipline]

I could meet you at the CES after your shift. Perhaps we could take a walk. [She's keeping in mind Seven's note about her temper, and how she keeps it to inanimate objects. She just. Won't tell Ivy is Wanda uproots a few trees. :v]

[Spam]

[inhistorybooks]

[Well, Trip is on his way to catch up with you once he sees the post because a month is a long time on the ship of death, and while he's not going to be tackling you for a hug or anything, that is definitely a pretty relieved while-trying-to-pass-it-off-as-cocky-obnoxious-grin you are being given.]

Welcome back.

[Spam]

[with_discipline]

[He does the looking cocky and obnoxious thing pretty damn well, but by now, she knows what he's feeling without even having to see him, if she tries. And she's been looking for him, too. When he's close enough, she holds out her arm, two fingers extending to meet his. Shut up and take your Vulcan affection, Trip.]

Thank you. I wish it hadn't been so long.