108 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

Slade Wilson disappeared on the first of the month. I had hoped it would be a brief absence, as is frequently the case, but he has not returned.

[And now just MOVING ON AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE she is never getting her daughter back, sob. :c]I intend to continue my experiments today with the EV suits. I will be making several trips, and have a

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[Private] Why do I feel like I'm going to need the mirror icon again...

[inhistorybooks]

Alright. Now?

[Private] Becuase you got the mirror Trip tag. :c

[with_discipline]

Now. [She's already taking care of the EV suits, putting them away. She's on her last trip, carrying the last parts to her quarters.]

[Private] sob :c

[inhistorybooks]

Alright. [And he's just kind of raising an eyebrow at that and heading over. Oh Trip. YOU FOOL.]

[Spam] ilu :c

[with_discipline]

[NO YOU FOOL well. yes you fool I guess WHATEVER. He'll probably beat her there because she's coming from the deck, but lol he knows how to unlock her door, so. :V When she walks in, the rest of the EV suits get set aside, and Khoteth gets moved off her bed so she can sit. JOIN HER. She's giving him a look that is the equivalent of patting the spot next to her.]

I've been considering the flood. [With craycray ancestors, keep up.]

Deck Spam

[not_annika]

[Seven makes her way, arriving shortly after noon.] Greetings, T'Pol.

[with_discipline]

[The majority of the body suit is on, save for gloves and helmet, when T'Pol turns to the other officer. She inclines her head.] Greetings. There is a second suit, if you wish to join me. [And then suiting up wouldn't be so difficult.]

[not_annika]

I would, thank you. [Seven goes to the second suit.]

[Deck Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Pandora approaches T'Pol, wearing Narvin's body and mind. Despite the disruptions of the floods and breach, she's fully settled now, thoroughly integrated with Narvin. It doesn't take any thought or effort to behave like him; she *is* him, and he is Pandora. She pulls the strings to make him do and think as she wishes. But this next target is a psychic and a potentially powerful one if that last flood was evidence. She wants to deal with this herself. So she puts on Narvin's thin smile and speaks with his voice.]

T'Pol. Would you mind if I accompany you? I'm curious about the workings of the ship myself, and it's safer to go in pairs with someone to watch your back. [And stab a psychic knife in it.]

[with_discipline]

[Hearing Narvin approach, T'Pol looked up to acknowledge him, focusing on checking oxygen levels and tube connections until he was close enough to speak. She inclined her head, and stepped around what was left of the suit she was putting on, to indicate the neat pile that was a second suit.]

Certainly. I will assist you in the appropriate procedures. It's quite simple. [An ancient Vulcan may have felt something off in Narvin's mind: T'Pol felt nothing, and hah no intention of changing that. The knife would never be seen.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Very well. It's been centuries since I've used an EV suit.

[Pandora was strong enough now that she didn't need touch to establish a link. And in the silence of space over the ship's side was a perfect place to seize her chosen victim's mind without interruption.

She picked up the second suit and stepped into it.]

[with_discipline]

[T'Pol mused that if she had adopted any more human traits, she would wonder just how old Narvin was. Instead, she paused her efforts with her own suit - it would be easier to help him without gloves and helmet - and once he had the base suit on, she helped connect, seal, and check the pressure cinches and air tubes that were largely located behind him or in other hard to reach places.]

Nothing seems to function as it should beyond the ship. There appears to be a river of stars that we are physically sailing on. [She doesn't have to say THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, her tone does it for her.] And you'll find...glimpses in that river. I'm postulating that they are insights into other worlds, possible ports that we are passing by.

[Private]

[championoftime]

Oh, him.

He's the regeneration that existed immediately prior to mine. I died in a TARDIS accident, and became me after having been him.

[with_discipline]

[Private forever]

He's an inmate. [What the hell is up with that.]

[championoftime]

[Private Forever!]

Yes he is.

[Yup. Someone... doesn't really sound surprised by this.]

[with_discipline]

[Well it's good to know that someone didn't have to suppress their shock. :|]

What happened?

[strangehstorian]

I would like to help, if I could be of use.

[with_discipline]

If you can adjust your height, you're welcome to join me.

[strangehstorian]

Sure, no problem!

[with_discipline]

I will see you on the deck, then.