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[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.

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[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?

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[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.

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.

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.]

I believe I will, thank you.

Has she said why she attacked him?

Did you hear about what happened to Zev?

[She shrugs.]

To answer your question, I'm satisfied that they went according to plan.

[YAY T'POL!]

I am pleased to see you're awake.

[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!

I can only assume that spending the week here was part of the plan since you came willingly. Is there a reason you saw fit to take his punishment into your own hands?

I'm unfamiliar with Zev.

Blake tried to rape her. Ivy wanted to make sure he wouldn't try something like that again.

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.

[Oh dear sweet Surak fuck this ship.]

I see. Are she and Zev close?

[Like a champion!] I am sorry you woke up to a workload. [Having something to do sometimes sucks.]

[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.]

[Tell me about it. :|]

I'm not sure. I guess so. Ivy would be upset about this kind of thing regardless, but I don't think she'd have had such an extreme reaction if it happened to someone she didn't know.

It's quite a bit to catch up on. [She wouldn't complain about any other kind of work, but god damn it Ivy. :c] And not precisely what I would call heartening.

That was my assumption. Has her room been searched?

The circumstances are complicated but I'm not familiar with all of them and I suspect you're investigating. [Oh he missed his robot friend.]

A man claiming to be a member of Starfleet named "Data" came on board. As it turned out he was another model of android, an inmate, that claimed to be his brother.

Also my captain is here, and we experienced a breach that made us a part of a magic school. Your inmate had a different role there, with some distinctive maternal qualities and ideas that were the antithesis of some of her normal beliefs. You may want to check on that as well.

[I also might have slept with her, but I got around a tiny wee bit that breach.]

Are you seriously entertaining the possibility that there isn't?

I want to hear your explanation.

Death Toll. It was a couple of days ago, I'm nearly alright now.

[It's easier, really, to be upbeat than it is to admit the very real fear - however momentary - that he'd felt when he'd let Morgana have her way.]

How are you feeling?

I will look into it, thank you. [That is a detail she doesn't really want to hear, so good call omitting. The rest she takes in stride - though Data not being Data is a little disappointing.] Does this brother have a name? [If she knew it, she's forgotten it, thank you Admiral.]

How is your captain adjusting? [I.e. are there problems there, she remembers a hell of a story.]

Then don't waste both of our time and energy on rhetorical questions.

[She exhales harshly.]

Whatever punishment his Warden would have handed down would have had no effect. Not as a deterrent.

[It's a logical approach, she supposes, and one she's taken before: here it's possible to say 'I died, but it's all right, I can sit up on my own now.' She still doesn't like it.]

Behind. I imagine I have quite a bit of catching up to do. [Only one eyebrow up this time. 'Like who killed you' is what she doesn't say.]

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