I believe I've found a project to continue with in the lab. I trust that the infirmary has kept records of the various illnesses that have shown up on board, but as far as I know, no one is studying them. (If I am mistaken, I will find another project or help if it's needed.)

[And there's a pause, like she wants to say something else. She's considering making note of the fact that she's been here for 100 posts, but...nah.]

[Private to George]

Mister Crabtree, it was your inmate to suggest this project to me. I'd like to take him on as an assistant, if you find that acceptable.

[Private to the Infirmary staff]

If you have data from the outbreak of SARS and Bubonic plague that we suffered, I would like to see it. If you feel it would be a breach of patient/doctor confidentiality, I understand - though I would take raw medical data without names attached, if that is acceptable.

[Private to Rhade]

If you are feeling up to it, I would like to show you a game from Vulcan.

[Private to Dick]

I'd like to discuss your relationship with Slade Wilson.

[Private to Trip]

My birthday is approaching. [If he was planning a party it better die now. :|] Your gathering in the pub was...eventful. [Drunk humans are pretty lulzy to her.] I trust Archer left your quarters in tact while you were away. [Lol will she ever get used to saying shit like that. No.]

[Private to Eddie S.]

[After talking with George:] I understand your schedule is quite busy, but if you have the time I would welcome your assistance in the lab.

Science has been my area of interest since childhood, but I do find the history of other cultures to be of great educational value. With that in mind, I would prefer any such future lessons to be less interactive. [Yes. This is said extremely dryly. No, she doesn't expect to get her wish. OPEN LETTER TO THE ADMIRAL, the undercurrent of which is, he's a dick.]

[Private to Trip]

You compared us once to Romeo and Juliet. Do you still feel that way? [She is vaguely amused about this whole thing. Vaguely.]

[Private to Snape]

It's been a good deal more than an hour. Are you still upset you suffered a coma over this breach?

[Private to Slade]

What happened to you during the breach?

[Things T'Pol doesn't want to deal with: being a kid again. Things T'Pol realizes she has to deal with: being a kid again. Sigh.]

Mister Wilson, I believe we've some matters to discuss. [Like the fact that she is using this as an excuse to chat about family, if he lets her. Sorry Slade. :c]

[Private to Merlin and Seven]

I apologize for the way I acted; Vulcan was not particularly open to the ideas of time travel or magic when I was a child. [Lol they still aren't, but at least she is. :|]

[Private to Trip]

We haven't discussed my proposal in some time.

[FAIL warden filter]

Until either myself or Amanda Young is paired, I will be acting as her temporary warden. I don't want her in contact with Mark Hoffman; should any of you find them speaking [or arguing, or fighting, or killing each other :|] I ask that you intervene and inform me immediately. As Ms. Young's post made clear, they cannot be trusted in close quarters.

[FAIL Private to Trip]

[This flood hates her. And she is going to loathe it right back in her own special way. But right now, she's turning on the video function so she can be extra awkward. She even looks a little uncomfortable, be she's steeling herself, because she has done her research, damn it, and this seems appropriate-ish. Ignore the way Khoteth is constantly in awe of the camera, he likes seeing himself on screen. T'Pol's just firmly putting him on the floor when he gets annoying.]

Regarding our recent conversation - I find that lying, even in a small way, has made me uncomfortable. If we are agreed to pretend to be married, it's only logical that we should agree to be married.

[Oh God what is she saying Yes Trip. She's asking you to marry her. REACT.]

[Filtered away from the Borg Queen, Rex, and O'Brien]

I'd like to speak with those who were on board when the Borg Queen managed to take control. Particularly with those who were assimilated.

[Private to Kay, Snape, Kirk, and Trip]

The Doctor is ready to conduct the experiment I mentioned. If you are still able, please meet us in the infirmary.

[Private to the Borg Queen]

Please meet me in the infirmary.

[Private (spam?) to the EMH]

I contacted four people to act as a security team. They should arrive shortly.

((OOC: WOO FLYING BY THE SEAT OF MY PANTS. I think this would probably be hideous to log, even if it could be potentially epic, but I'm really not sure just yet what we can assume. I really just wanted this up so it wasn't something that just fell by the way side. OKAY UPDATE. We can just assume it out. For all outward intents and purposes, it'll look like the Borg Queen and T'Pol are just hanging out in the infirmary chilling, and then after a time, it's all reversed. No epic freak outs or anything. I'll try and catch you guys on AIM too. <3))

[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?

[So spending a weekend with Trip would usually be a good thing. It was probably on her general list of things to do for the near future. But doing so after being stabbed in the heart with a pointed stick really wasn't how she planned it going down. She's pretty much missed all of the craziness that went on. So this is most definitely not video, and most definitely confused.

So, so confused.]

What happened?

[Spam for Trip]

[Hey Trip. Maybe they can make this not be awkward. T'Pol is just glad she was wearing pajamas when she snapped out of it. Composing herself is kind of. Not the most fun thing in the world to be doing right now. She really, really needs to meditate, but has the inkling that Trip would take being kicked out so she can do that the wrong way. So she's just going to sit on her bunk. Derp. Now what.]

I take it you encountered Captain Kirk.

[And now is as good a time as any for Trip to meet Khoteth. The cat has wandered out to inspect this person who's been in his space for a few days. Cause really, this is all his. He has that cat mentality in spaces. Trip is getting sniffed. Any sudden moves and Khoteth will bolt to the other side of the room.]