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[sh_consulting]

WHO:  sh_consulting and flotillaborn (and maybe John Watson later)
WHERE: Sherlock's MAC apartment
WHEN: The day after thanksgiving.
WARNINGS: None~
SUMMARY: After Tali wakes up, and is checked over by John, the good doctor leaves for groceries and Tali is left with the questionable company that is Sherlock.
FORMAT: Para and then maybe quicklog.... anything goes!

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[flotillaborn]

Once her body had decided that the toxin had worked itself out of her system, it had apparently come to the conclusion that the best thing to do would be to revert back to its normal form. It made sense in some ways -- her suit was equipped with a reserve of antibiotics and replaceable fluids, and it could monitor her vitals without external equipment.

She awoke on the couch with a dreary groan -- her head ached -- and did her best not to panic, trying to remember where she was. Someone's strange apartment, she remembered the doctor, and -- oh.

Tali pushed off the edge of the couch and wandered over to where Sherlock was pouring over his equipment, raising a three-fingered hand in greeting.

"Mr...Sherlock, right?"

[flotillaborn]

Tali nodded. This was the sort of conversation she was familiar with having.

"Primarily tinkering with ship engines and that sort of thing. I've changed just about every model of drive core out there." She paused, shrugging. "Not so useful here, though -- I have other skills, of course."