[In the background, there's a dog barking. The turbulence woke Aristotle. He's not happy. T'Pol's sharing what she has to listen to with you all. :| Oh, and making a request. That too.] Another flood, in close proximity to a weekend. The Admiral's piloting abilities seem to fail rather methodically.
I'm continuing my studies of the floods in the labs. If anyone would care to enter statements on the matter of feeling - or not feeling - a change after such turbulence as we just experienced, it would be appreciated.
[And after a short pause] It seems Perry Dawsey has left the barge. My item no longer seems tuned to him.
[Filtered to Infirmary wardens, after
this]
The Marquis seems to be in need of some assistance. The details are unclear, but if Prefect is correct, someone should see to him.
[Spam for the Marquis]
[Aaaand because Iago's good with that guilt thing, T'Pol's been looking for the Marquis. There's no answer at his room, though, so when she does find him, it's in the mess hall. T'Pol stops opposite the table from him, eyes flicking to Renate beside him.] May I join you?