Day 46: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle went off, mirroring the cheery voice that came out of the speakers soon after it.

"Hello, everyone, and I hope you found productive endeavors in both your music-making and your therapy sessions! Now, our nurses will be escorting all of you to your rooms and to your delicious dinners. Tonight, we're serving moist slices of

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F14

[gald_digger]

When she got to her room, Anise began to wonder if she might have been relaxing a little too much today. Knowing her friends were back was a huge relief, but without any pressing matters to give attention to, Anise had put off making nighttime plans... and now it was too late to do so. Oops

M101

[longlivetehking]

He called this to die for? As Scar eyed the suspicious 'dessert', he decided the head doctor was obviously delusional. Then again, that almost seemed to fall under the category of 'very old news', if he was not mistaken. The King shook his head and began picking out the parts of his meal that seemed remotely edible, ignoring the remainder.

He cast a brief glance at the other side of the room, which was still empty. Not that it made any difference where the other man was present or not, because Lugnut appeared to be a poor conversationalist. The silent treatment after such 'innocent inquiries' about the other's eating habits, perhaps? He had never even learned what this 'inorganic' race of his had been called, but he supposed it was of little matter. There were more pressing matters at hand than whatever the orgins of his roommate may be, after all.

He returned his gaze towards his dinner, pondering what to do for tonight.

M98

[should_be_dead]

Tenzen ignored the nurse's babble on the way back to his quarters, something that earned him a scolding from the insolent woman that persisted in treating him as a child. The ninja glared at her, but managed to keep herself from silencing her. At least those long years of peace had earned him the ability to be patient. Sometimes.

He sat down at his desk after she left, giving his meal a disapproving frown but realizing all the while he had no choice but to eat it. This place was infuriating, adding one more reason upon the pile of why he needed to leave as soon as possible. But as he realized by now, it was not an easy task. At least, not on his own. There was little he could gain from wandering the halls aimlessly, and even locating more weaponry had ended before reaching so much as a single destination.

Thus far, he had kept a fairly unsocial front, not wanting or caring to meddle in these people's affairs. They hardly mattered, or so he thought. But this? This was not getting him anywhere either...

M41

[cmdr_exposition]

Despite the saccharine description, the meal sounded great, and normally would have been the first thing on Hayes' mind when he was returned to his cell, but tonight that mind was buzzing with Shofixti and VUX and clones and time travel. It hadn't killed his appetite, exactly, but it did have him busy making notes in that journal (he resolved to keep it with him all the time now, no need to have it gone through) with only the occasional mouthful while he was thinking of something else that should be written down.

After the part about people who seemed to need protecting, he thought back to last night and his cellmate's friend- now clearly alive and well, and with the presence of mind to keep others apprised of his situation- and looked up from his work. "Did you find your, uh, Kirk again today?"

Re: M41

[hes_deadjim]

The food, despite McCoy's earlier reservations, smelled good. It smelled like home, Earth, and for a moment, he was sorely tempted to just dig in like Hayes. Maybe he would have if he wasn't short on time. Instead, he remained at the door, eyes roaming the room as he took stock of what he had. A closet, the gray uniforms, robes, and his own Starfleet uniform. That flashlight. He hadn't fully checked out the desk yet. Unless this facility had hidden a full set of scanners, dermal regenerators and a tricorder in there, or even a field medic kit, he doubted it would have something too useful in there

Re: M41

[cmdr_exposition]

Hayes wasn't planning on spending enough time in their cell to be disturbed by anything the doctor might be planning, so there should be no problem, but that wasn't the thing that most caught his attention about McCoy's response. He frowned. "If it's not the same captain, how is it him?"

It wasn't that he couldn't picture a scenario that might be described that way, he just couldn't decide on one. Especially since the man had apparently gone back to normal today.

"It won't be a problem, though," he added as an afterthought. "I'll probably have left by then."

Re: M41

[hes_deadjim]

That certainly made things easier.

"The captain I know is few years older than the man you saw. Different eye color too," McCoy said as he sat down at the desk. He flipped open the notebook. "Other universes are possible, as you've proven just by being here. From what I've seen, Jim isn't from the Enterprise I know, but it's still Jim. Don't ask me to explain it. I'm a doctor, not a physicist."

Spock could easily talk his ear off about the theories and calculations about different realities and the possibility of traveling to them, by will and by freak accident. He was welcome to it. McCoy was happy not to think about it more than he had to.

He pressed the pen to paper. He wasn't used to seeing physical ink just flowing out, but it was gratifying all the same. There was something satisfying about seeing direct, tangible results.

'Chief Medical Officer's personal log....'

M54

[otnemememento]

The door closed behind Leonard with a soft click, giving him time to look around the room as he stood near the door. He moved to the nearest desk, setting his tray on top before searching his pockets: a journal in one, photographs and a scrap of paper in the other. He read:

MEET JOSHUA IN M94 TONIGHT WHEN THE DOORS OPEN. Doors open? He turned and tried the handle- Locked. For now, at least.

He took a seat at the desk and worked on downing dinner. If he was going to be up late, he'd need his strength.