That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love BoatGood Ship LollipopGilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.
Oh, right. "Yes, that could be a problem. One thing we don't need aboard the ship is an outbreak of sudden addicts." He sighs; he can just imagine the headache that will be waiting for him back at Security. "In the meantime, can you give people an antagonist to administer to themselves, if the ship does decide to inject them?"
"Yes, I... sort of lost my temper with her earlier. She came out of it a little, but..." he shrugged. "Horanckk again."
"We can try and put it in the water supply." He may or may not be joking. He probably isn't.
Howard rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "As if she's the only one to ever lose their best friend. Of course, the way her brain works, she probably thinks she is."
He bites down on a pen cap again, pushing the thought of Orc away. Dwelling on it means dwelling on the thought that he's permanently lost the only close relationship he ever felt he had. Or dwelling on the idea that maybe it wasn't that close after all. He slides into a new analysis. "She's not looking so hot healthwise, either. I'm thinking the Horanckk thing, plus health problems...but of course she'd rather be a poor martyr than ask for help. It is Anwei, after all."
"Oh? Would the Council even let you?" He could just imagine the brave new heights of paranoia that would emerge when Medical suggested they add something to the drinking water. Heh heh.
He frowns. "Is there anything you can do for her? I know her lifespan isn't as long as a human one, but I hate to see her like that."
"Probably not, because they're all secretly bureaucrats, but tons of stuff goes on in Medical that the Council doesn't need to know about. If we had to get approval for everything no one would even get their flu shots around here." He and Anwei found a way to bypass Council rules just earlier today.
He grimaces. "I don't know. I wouldn't know. I'm just saying she doesn't look healthy, but I don't know what it is that would be wrong without a checkup, and she hasn't come in for one of those. I think she may just be biding her time till she dies. I don't think it's anything like a sickness or infection, just she doesn't take care of herself anymore." He shrugs. He's comfortable around Anwei, maybe even enjoys her, but he's not going to invade her privacy in some crusade to convince her to eat healthy and stop being a self-pitying sadsack.
Zouichi gives him a look. "'Secretly'? I was wondering how you managed to convince them about the flu. I mean, without someone insisting that you must be using the injections to chip everyone on board."
He sighs. "Maybe I can convince one of the psychologists to pay her a house visit. Have you seen her schedule? She's planned out her death."
"I'm a little more worried about how quiet it's been around here lately. Aside from the impromptu injections. No psychic space bugs, no kidnappings, no Celestial Being working against the mission..." Come to think of it, note to self: Check on Celestial Being.
"...I think it's even annoying Ildraniath, actually."
"You'd think they'd want us to do our job after the last bout of superflu turned its victims into sloppy, bloody puddles." That had been gross. Howard waggles his eyebrows at Zouichi. "And for all you know, we did chip everyone."
He exaggeratedly throws his hands up in the air. "That is so her. She takes that, what's the word, annihilism, to a new level these days. But yeah, whatever we could do for her here in medical, she'd need someone to work on her head first. Might want to work on getting her a shrink."
He raps on the desk with his knuckles. "Don't tempt fate, man. You know better than that."
Yes, that had been gross... even if Howard was exaggerating a little. "You're not still mad about that time I said I chipped you, are you?" Because actually, Zouichi had never cleared that up.
He shrugged. "I know we're due for a string of small crises, or one big one. And I don't know about you, but I'd prefer the former."
"Dude, even I don't hold grudges for more than a decade. I just think if we had little tags that updated us whenever someone got repodded, it'd be nice." He's fairly sure Zouichi never tagged him. Fairly.
"You know me, Zou. As long as the big crisis isn't at my doorstep I'm sure I'll survive it."
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"Yes, I... sort of lost my temper with her earlier. She came out of it a little, but..." he shrugged. "Horanckk again."
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Howard rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "As if she's the only one to ever lose their best friend. Of course, the way her brain works, she probably thinks she is."
He bites down on a pen cap again, pushing the thought of Orc away. Dwelling on it means dwelling on the thought that he's permanently lost the only close relationship he ever felt he had. Or dwelling on the idea that maybe it wasn't that close after all. He slides into a new analysis. "She's not looking so hot healthwise, either. I'm thinking the Horanckk thing, plus health problems...but of course she'd rather be a poor martyr than ask for help. It is Anwei, after all."
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He frowns. "Is there anything you can do for her? I know her lifespan isn't as long as a human one, but I hate to see her like that."
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He grimaces. "I don't know. I wouldn't know. I'm just saying she doesn't look healthy, but I don't know what it is that would be wrong without a checkup, and she hasn't come in for one of those. I think she may just be biding her time till she dies. I don't think it's anything like a sickness or infection, just she doesn't take care of herself anymore." He shrugs. He's comfortable around Anwei, maybe even enjoys her, but he's not going to invade her privacy in some crusade to convince her to eat healthy and stop being a self-pitying sadsack.
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He sighs. "Maybe I can convince one of the psychologists to pay her a house visit. Have you seen her schedule? She's planned out her death."
"I'm a little more worried about how quiet it's been around here lately. Aside from the impromptu injections. No psychic space bugs, no kidnappings, no Celestial Being working against the mission..." Come to think of it, note to self: Check on Celestial Being.
"...I think it's even annoying Ildraniath, actually."
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He exaggeratedly throws his hands up in the air. "That is so her. She takes that, what's the word, annihilism, to a new level these days. But yeah, whatever we could do for her here in medical, she'd need someone to work on her head first. Might want to work on getting her a shrink."
He raps on the desk with his knuckles. "Don't tempt fate, man. You know better than that."
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He shrugged. "I know we're due for a string of small crises, or one big one. And I don't know about you, but I'd prefer the former."
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"You know me, Zou. As long as the big crisis isn't at my doorstep I'm sure I'll survive it."
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