Act naturally, don't let our troubles show
Who: McCoy, T'Pol
Where: Dining hall
When: After this thread, at seven.
Warnings: McCoy's a racist bastard.
The smells from the kitchen wafted out, and T'Pol ignored them as best she could. A Vulcan should control both mind and body, and with that control flouted for almost a solid week, T'Pol was set on proving to herself that she could manage.
She certainly wanted to prove it to Doctor McCoy, as well. The ceiling above her bed had been embedded in her memory.
So she waited, with a cup of chamomile tea, for the good doctor to make his appearance.
Where: Dining hall
When: After this thread, at seven.
Warnings: McCoy's a racist bastard.
The smells from the kitchen wafted out, and T'Pol ignored them as best she could. A Vulcan should control both mind and body, and with that control flouted for almost a solid week, T'Pol was set on proving to herself that she could manage.
She certainly wanted to prove it to Doctor McCoy, as well. The ceiling above her bed had been embedded in her memory.
So she waited, with a cup of chamomile tea, for the good doctor to make his appearance.