In another month, I will have been here two years. I graduated one inmate - though I've never been certain it was my help he required - and I've lost three others in the abrupt fashion most of us are familiar with. I've seen first hand what the Admiral is capable of doing for us, and what he's willing to do.

I don't believe that the floods are something he willingly inflicts upon us. If it is after all due to his poor piloting, there is little we can do to change their frequency or effects. I've studied all I can of events that rarely follow pattern. The last time a flood turned us into animals, I was a sehlat, a creature native to my planet. Most recently, I was a Terran animal - a 'maned wolf,' I believe, and as Sveta said, it is extremely interesting that the exact same flood may yield different results. Interesting, but scientifically frustrating.

I've made all my data on floods from the past fifteen months available in the laboratory. I am...'in the market' for a new project.

[Private to Severus]

I apologize for our encounter on the deck. I was, quite obviously, not in control of myself.

[Private to Slade]

Your search for sparring partners went well, I take it. [She'll ask about flood affectedness eventually.]

[The video flicks on to T'Pol looking almost alarmed. Behind her, Trip is shirtless, and there is definitely a (baby) bump to the left of his stomach. He's sitting on her bed and - is that crying? That might be crying.]

Who in the infirmary has remained unaffected by the flood? I believe we will require medical attention.

[Private to Slade]

[Added a little later, because fffffff baby.] Do you know who I am?

[Warden Filter]

[Added later, after Mozenrath's little call for help.] I've taken Severus to level zero. I've confiscated the pieces of his wand, and suggest he remain in zero until the flood ends. [Or at least until Arthas makes it unfuckingbearable. :c]

[Private to the Admiral]

[Backdated to just after Hoffman was taken care of cause I fell asleep, whoops]

Please revive Amanda Young.

[Private to Snape]

My wrist is broken; will you heal it?

[Warden Filter]

The Borg Queen is no longer aboard the ship. [And that is all she is going to say on that, because she's actually bummed out.]

Unrelated to that, I would be interested in finding sparring partners.

[Private to the EMH]

My inmate has led me to believe that you can facilitate experiencing the Borg Collective without nanotechnological alterations. Her words were, I believe, that it "would involve a temporary adaptation to [the] consciousness, by virtue of direct interface."

Do you have the ability to make this not only possible, but reversible?

[Private to Kay, Snape, and Kirk; added later]

I may require your assistance.

[Private to Trip, also later]

[She couldn't decide if she wanted to include him in this or not. :c] You have a phase pistol with you, correct?

[See T'Pol. See T'Pol kind of smiling, in her own way. It's all in the eyebrows. But she looks a whole lot less lineface than normal. Apparently mistletoe is kind of like the space rocks she smoked for a while Trellium-D, hopefully without the added side effect of killing her slowly. In the background, there's some quiet jazz music playing. ]

It's curious. We felt the same urge to write to this Santa Claus figure last year, but I've never felt personally inclined until now. Is there a legend linking Santa to mistletoe? I imagine there must be something.

[She isn't humming, but it looks like she could start at any minute. Scary, man. While T'Pol's looking thoughtful, though, her very curious cat jumps into her lap to sniff at her PADD, but he loses interest when T'Pol picks him up. Cuddling with a cat while in public view? Not normal T'Pol behavior. She's just pausing to listen to the music for a moment.]

Earth traditions never fail to intrigue, it seems. [And she turns up the volume just a bit before clicking off the video.]

( Private letter to Santa for Agent K, Una, Tosh, Merlin, Paddy, Data, the Seventh Doctor, the EMH Doctor, Snape, the Borg Queen, Sam Winchester, and Jim Kirk )

I believe I'm ready to leave the infirmary, Doctor.

[Private to Nero]

I need to speak with you.

[Private to Sam]

[FFFFF they will eventually bypass the awkward stage. Honest. I hope.] Are you well?

[Private to Severus]

I understand that you're likely still angry with me, but I would like to know how you've been faring.

[She sounds exhausted, voice strained as hell because emotional control is awesome but it'll only last so long with the Barge's fuckery.]

Severus. Enough. [A short pause, because this kind of hurts like hell.] Taking out your anger on others is illogical. [No she isn't having trouble speaking, really. Okay maybe a little.]

(((She's stuck int he infirmary on death toll, but her inmate's being a troll. :< Not private because fff that would take too much effort. Spam for anybody in the infirmary? Whatever's good. <3)))

[Private to Snape]

Severus. I believe Doctor Hix requested your assistance.

This is an...interesting holiday.

( Privates for McCoy, Akio, Snape, Sam W., Uhura and Kirk )

I am not fond of the cold; colder than the Barge's recent temperatures would seem unpleasant, but it appears we are provided adequate clothing. I have never been to New York; my time on Earth was limited largely to California. I understand the city was frequently crowded, even at such an early date?

Severus, if there is any place in particular you wish to see, I will attempt to locate it. I have one place in particular that I intend to visit, but my unfamiliarity limits my plans.

[Private to Snape]

I believe we should talk. Will you meet me in the library?

[Private to Malcolm]

Captain Kirk has organized a snowball fight tonight, and has asked that I invite you.

I would like to thank those who attempted to warn me against ports. Needless to say, you were quite right.

Sam, did you run into trouble?

[Private to McCoy, Captain Kirk, Reed, and Snape]

[Oh God can you hear the awkward? Yeah, yeah you can.] I would appreciate it if my actions on the island went unaddressed.

[Private to Snape]

I did not mean for us to part so soon in the excursion; you have my apologies. Did you run into any trouble?

This should prove interesting. If I might ask, what have former ports been like? I would appreciate some foreknowledge, whether they have been similar or not.

Severus, have you had any survival training? I would like to know where we stand.

Lieutenant Reed, are you planning to disembark tomorrow?

I require someone to remove all the dreamless sleep potions from Severus Snape's room. Resistance may occur; if it does, please inform me as to the extent. He will be punished for it. He is not capable of performing harmful spells, but has stated that he has no intention of relinquishing these items.

I hesitate to call this literature. In the future, I would prefer not to receive such gifts.

Severus, we have not spoken recently.

Doctor McCoy, as the week is at its end, I expect there is no argument on your part against my returning to my quarters. Resting in sickbay is no different than resting there.

Severus, I trust you are fully recovered. I find myself curious about the pensieve.

[Private to Sam]

Are you well?


(((OOC: I'm assuming his dying was pretty quiet. She wouldn't be talking to him if she knew he went and killed himself. xp)))

I have obtained your penseive. I would like to know what it is used for.

[Private; Text]

October 27, 0500, Sam
October 27, 1200, Sergeant Howie
October 27, 2400, Captain Kirk
October 28, 2400, Merlin

[Public; Voice]

After witnessing some - strange occurrences in the library, I was able to take a few scans of the supposedly affected area. No data was revealed at all: though it is apparent that physical barriers were breached - chairs moved, books strewn, and scents present - my PADD picked up no significant energy readings, no life forms other than myself. If this is all psychically based, why then did the books fly from the shelf? Curious questions, to be added upon the curiosities of mirrors requesting blood.

[Private to the Admiral]

I request that my inmate have the following spells restored to him. They are defensive; I have looked into each, and determined they are not harmful:

Cave Inimicum, Colloportus, Depulso, Disillusionment, Expelliarmus, Levicorpus, Protego Totalo, and the Supersensory curse.

H'Esh etek vi-esh-torong sa'le-esh-tor quel sochya. Ha kashek svi'ma kae quel sochya. Ma ak'shem, ma sikrus quel sochya. Ma katra, ma ves quel sochya.
The breath we draw in and release is peace. The thoughts in our minds are peace. Our body, our limbs are peace. Our spirit, our essence is peace.

I have found that meditation has been a great help in handling the visions and dreams that have become common lately. It is unnatural for Vulcans to dream after meditating; that has not stopped whatever is causing these particular visitations, but it has made them bearable. It is my theory that such mental focus would aid others who find themselves unsettled by this. If I may be helpful in some way in this regard, I can be found on level six, room eight.

[Private to Snape]

My apologies for our lack of interaction. [A short pause] If you are having difficulties, I will do what I can to help.

I have something for you. If you would meet me in the library?