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[omnicidalmaniac]

Who: Open to anyone and everyone.
Where: The dining hall.
When: First night of the flood.
Warning: Will have to update as we go.
Note: Nero is currently Mirror!Nero, and so is much less of a snarly jackass. He'll probably actually be helpful if people need it. XD

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[with_discipline]

It was still the explosive decompression that would worry T'Pol. But she'd been here long enough, through enough floods to realize that these instances were hardly traditional instances. As much as she - and most of the Barge - would have liked more information, it was unlikely to come.

It wasn't investigation that brought T'Pol to the mess hall, it was tea. A hot cup to combat the chill in the ship was necessary after that turbulence - but she paused upon entering, spotting its other occupant.

"Spock?" She was wary; from the back, it looked like him. A little broader, though, a little different.

[omnicidalmaniac]

Nero turned and looked at her--he'd never seen her before, but he hadn't been here long. The woman wasn't human, but she wasn't Romulan, either. Vulcan. He hadn't thought there were any of them on the Barge....

"No," he said, a little shortly--he had his race's inborn hatred of its Vulcan cousins, especially since one of them had tried to destroy their planet when he was younger, but he wasn't going to start anything. "My name is Nero. We hit something--do you have any idea what it was?"

[with_discipline]

Nero. For a moment, T'Pol's eyes widened as she stared at him - she could feel the weight of the dagger on one hip, the phaser on the other, and it took a substantial effort not to draw them. McCoy had told her often enough about Vulcan in his time.

"No," she said, curt, warily circling to the right. She should kill him now, avenge every Vulcan he'd killed. Her hand settled on the hilt of her knife.

[omnicidalmaniac]

"Are there any more of you here?" he asked, momentarily distracted. The thought of more Vulcans on this ship...he trusted them even less than he trusted his own people, and coming from a Romulan that was saying something. And why did she have a knife? Though Nero had never been in the military, he knew what fighters Vulcans could be if they wanted to, and he eyed her warily, very conscious of the chair near him--the only thing he could use to defend himself if she attacked.