113. Uh a clever title in a minute.
Finally a flood that I don't need to worry about being affected with, if reading things is any indication.
[Private to Libby]
Are you alright, love? You seem to be awfully quiet.
[Private to Adrian]
You're no longer connected to my item, but I'm hoping you're still here and still okay. If you are, please let me know. I worry for you.
[Private to Data]
Are you alright?
[Private to Snape.]
Thanks for letting me try firewhiskey. And I still don't regret it.
[Private to House]
Please don't have a stroke during this flood. It'd be messy.
[Private for the Admiral]
Just in case, please give Snape all the things he needs for Simper, as well as a lint brush. I know he's going to need it.
[Spam for the Marquis]
[After getting T'Pol's call that the Marquis needed medical assistance, Martha quickly gathered her medical bag and headed over to his room. Doing this was easier than heading into the infirmary and checking upon the Doctor, and it was easier than thinking about the fact that this was a flood. Given the fact that the Marquis had been the first patient whom Martha had actively lost on the barge when she couldn't restart his heart, Martha was concerned about him. Quickly she knocked softly on his door and waited for a response.]
[Spam for Five]
[Martha couldn't avoid it forever. Hell, it wasn't fair to either of them, but she quite frankly looked as if she hadn't caught a proper night of sleep in a while, and she had especially hadn't slept since he'd come back and spoken of the Supremo and been covered in blood. Despite the large amount of alcohol she'd imbibed, her dreams had still been restless and filled with blood. She entered the infirmary yawning and pressing her hand over her mouth, before she headed over to the Doctor's bed and offered a smile, but it's not her normal one. It's one that's filled with concern and worry.]
Hello.
[Private to Libby]
Are you alright, love? You seem to be awfully quiet.
[Private to Adrian]
You're no longer connected to my item, but I'm hoping you're still here and still okay. If you are, please let me know. I worry for you.
[Private to Data]
Are you alright?
[Private to Snape.]
Thanks for letting me try firewhiskey. And I still don't regret it.
[Private to House]
Please don't have a stroke during this flood. It'd be messy.
[Private for the Admiral]
Just in case, please give Snape all the things he needs for Simper, as well as a lint brush. I know he's going to need it.
[Spam for the Marquis]
[After getting T'Pol's call that the Marquis needed medical assistance, Martha quickly gathered her medical bag and headed over to his room. Doing this was easier than heading into the infirmary and checking upon the Doctor, and it was easier than thinking about the fact that this was a flood. Given the fact that the Marquis had been the first patient whom Martha had actively lost on the barge when she couldn't restart his heart, Martha was concerned about him. Quickly she knocked softly on his door and waited for a response.]
[Spam for Five]
[Martha couldn't avoid it forever. Hell, it wasn't fair to either of them, but she quite frankly looked as if she hadn't caught a proper night of sleep in a while, and she had especially hadn't slept since he'd come back and spoken of the Supremo and been covered in blood. Despite the large amount of alcohol she'd imbibed, her dreams had still been restless and filled with blood. She entered the infirmary yawning and pressing her hand over her mouth, before she headed over to the Doctor's bed and offered a smile, but it's not her normal one. It's one that's filled with concern and worry.]
Hello.