Saturday, 6 Decembre, 1952; After Rations Announcement

[hot_spots]

-=Standing outside, between Midgard and the Temple, in the snow, bundled up, hunting for any more walkers coming through the gate=-

Would happen when they can freeze to death after getting lost in a city no one seems to care about them in.

-=Mutters a curse in Klingon as she rubs gloved hands together=-

Comments

[doctornoname]

-=Has just come through the Gate and looks mildly perturbed. Looks around, and reaches up to tap his com badge and contact Voyager. Of course, it isn't there. He looks back at the Gate, heaves a beleaguered sigh and rolls his eyes.=-

Of course.

-=He spots Jadzia and pastes his best "I'm a nice doctor" smile on his face. He raises an emphatic finger and calls to her like a man ordering a drink.=-

Excuse me! You there!

[hot_spots]

-=Pauses; sighs and starts towards him. Stops, stares=-

[doctornoname]

-=Misinterpreting her reaction to him, he stops as well and holds his hands out in a calming gesture.=-

Don't be afraid. I'm a doctor.

[hot_spots]

-=Still somewhat speechless=-

You're a substitute.

[golden_hawke]

-=wandering about wearing a robe and nothing else.=-

[hot_spots]

Don't you think it might be a bit cold for that?

[golden_hawke]

-=a tiny smirk=-

The love of my friends keep me warm. -=presses a hand to his chest.=- And I do not mind the cold so much.

[hot_spots]

I'll admit to no small amount of envy to that point.