60 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[She sounds pretty much delirious. Yay death toll.]

Hey, Jimmy. Lights're back on. You can come back from whatever lame space vacation you're on now, princess.

[Some muttering here about how Kirk sucks and how his timing sucks.]

Comrade, you okay? You always die when stuff happens. Parker?

[Long pause.]

Oh.  Hey.  General FYI: everybody who went down to fix up the engine room got our faces melted off. I think.  Don't remember it all that well.  And when I say 'our' I do mean 'including me'.

[OOC: Infirmary spam is very much open!]

Comments

[yourunichase]

I'm fine. You got your face melted off? Jesus fucking Christ.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I just kind of remember heat and then I guess I was dead. So I'm gonna stick with the face-melting theory.

[yourunichase]

Jesus fucking Christ. Well, whatever you did, you got it working, so thank god for you guys. Do you need anything?

Private - assuming this is a few hours after her original post

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Uh.

Maybe.

If I give you the passcode to my room, could you go in there and...look for something?

Private -Assumed!

[yourunichase]

Sure, what do you want me to look for?

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Tim Drake.

Private

[yourunichase]

Alright, I'll go see if the kid is passed out in your room. I'm assuming if he is I should drag him to the infirmary?

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

If he's still asleep in there, just kick him 'til he wakes up and tell him where I am. Thanks.

Private

[yourunichase]

Alright. I'll kick him gently for you.

Spam day is go.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Prefect is just doing a full tour of the infirmary today. Why must all his friends die simultaneously? He moves over to stand by Shego's bed carefully, feeling completely out of his element.

"Hello Comrade."

His voice is quiet, Prefect's kind of aware that he can't look too much like himself right now. He hasn't had a chance to shave since the Barge shut down, and he's still stuck with wardrobe choices that he'd borrowed from the TARDIS.

Spam!

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

"Hey. Not dead. Nice going." She gave a weak little wave. "You look like a hobo, Prefect. Who's your tailor?"

Spam! - Imagine he's all scruffy :c

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

He pulled out the chair at the side of her bed and sat down carefully, "I spent most of the flood holding perfectly still. Apparently it's a survival technique that works better in the dark." He offered her a tiny, cautious smile before glancing down at his clothes, "Oh, these are... the Doctor loaned them to me last week. I mean, the Doctor with the scarf."

Spam - I am imagining that as we speak :c

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

"The annoying one." Pause. "One of the more annoying ones."

She closed her eyes. Everything felt like an effort. "Did I miss anything? Between the power coming back and right now, I mean."

Spam - Isn't it marvellous?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

"I like him. He brought me a scarf when I was death tolling." And obviously gave him some hobo clothes. Prefect shrugged ever so slightly, "Not really. People talking, people checking on each other. We're still on rations, apparently."

Spam

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

"We're still on - ? Ugh." Shego was objecting mostly on principle, she didn't know how she'd feel about solid food for the next few days, but for some reason she was craving the sort of calorie-rich, nutritionally void food she lectured Kirk for eating. She was craving pancakes. Getting horribly killed was a good workout, maybe.

"What about your Warden, is he around?" She pulled a face. "Did he even come back from the last time he disappeared?"

[acid_rayne]

Ow.

You need anything?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I'm good. I'm just gonna sleep for a week.

[acid_rayne]

That's

I'm here for if you do.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Appreciate it, Rayne.