2.4 - Voice + Text

[breakingmyheart]

[Public, voice]

In the interests of keeping everyone up to date, I want to explain why some members of our crew were able to return to the ship despite being observed by the occupying force.

[Her spoken language switches to Gallifreyan. She doesn't seem to have noticed.]

The Barge engine has been upgraded with a - normality projector, so to speak, hybridising numerous technologies used by assorted members of our crew. When functional, it will produce a field that will make us seem ordinary and hopefully harmless to those native to the ports we visit.

[Then Japanese:]

In this specific instance it required a little fine-tuning since there were technically two 'native' groups. However, it seems to have worked successfully, and the new addition is secure enough that it should also function in future ports. Ideally, what happened here should never happen again. Which the Admiral should have seen to a long time ago, but never mind.

[Khelish:]

It's been brought to my attention that the field is not effective on those who have fallen overboard. I....don't know if this is something we can or should change.

Anyway. I won't embarrass anyone by naming names, I expect people will want to take credit for themselves or not at all - and - I don't. All I did was bug testing, really. [Understating the case a smidge, but this really was a team effort, she didn't do more than her fair share.] I am grateful to everyone who contributed, however little they might think they did.

[Private to Erik]

[And English again. Hooray!]

Are you in the Infirmary?

[Ten minutes later, text:]

I apologise. Technical glitch.

[And because this is text, you don't get to see how unnerved she is - SHE IS 99% HUMAN SHE SHOULD NOT BE HAVING TECHNICAL GLITCHES.  Anyway, the public element of the above post is repeated, in text, in English.]

[OOC: What's happening here? Well, the USB port to her brain doesn't have a 'read only' setting, and it turns out that plugging yourself into the Barge control systems while installing an incredibly powerful experimental programme isn't the best idea. You're the worst cyborg ever, Tosh.

Don't worry, she's not acquiring multilingual superpowers or anything beyond the ones she had in canon; this is just a brief annoyance she can't control and will clear up in a day or two.]

Comments

[Private text]

[wecanavenge]

Yes.

You're speaking in Japanese. [And some other things he doesn' recognize at all, but.]

[Private text]

[breakingmyheart]

I'm aware.

I'll be making myself available to the Infirmary for as long as the staff need extra help. Is there anything you need from your cabin or elsewhere?

[Your dumb helmet, for instance.]

[Private text]

[wecanavenge]

[You shut your mouth that helmet is fabulous]

My helmet was taken. Get it back.

[Private text]

[breakingmyheart]

[One of these days there will be a troll flood and she's going to magentaize that thing. In the meantime this comes about ten minutes later.]

It was on deck. I'll bring it to you.

[Private text]

[wecanavenge]

[That will be beautiful and he will rant.]

Thank you.

[He's just really glad not to be dead/not to have lost that thing forever. There are feels here that he is glad are hidden by text.]

[Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

[She doesn't make him wait for the helmet; it's kind of awful and she hates everything that it stands for and they have to have that conversation eventually, but she knows he's either badly injured or Death Tolling and she's not going to deprive him of his weird telepathic comfort blanket right now.

She's in clean plain clothes with her hair tied back and his helmet under her arm when she appears, prepped as best she can for offering help in the Infirmary whenever McCoy needs it. She reaches his bed transferring the helmet into her hands.]

Kore wa -

[It distantly occurs to her that she isn't speaking English. She presses her lips together for a moment, looking annoyed with herself, then just swallows and holds out the helmet to him.]

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He hadn't been asleep, because really, sleep right now is just going to invite nightmares, and unless he's drugged out Erik is not giving into exhaustion. So he turns his head when Tosh comes over, reaching out to take the helmet almost before it's offered. His hand closes around one edge, but he pauses, staring at her.]

What happened?

[Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

[She opens her mouth, closes it, then reaches into her bag for a notebook and a biro. A few seconds later she stares at the interlocking circles and lines she's produced, realises it's Gallifreyan, scribbles it all out and painstakingly writes in English before showing him:]

I overexerted myself. How are you feeling?

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[Man Tosh you are fucked, aren't you? He watches how long it takes, then eyes those scratched out circles.]

Like I'm lucky to still be speaking English. [Not that he feels lucky at all in any other way, but.] Do we have you to thank for getting us out?

[Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

Not me specifically. My contribution was mostly testing the アップグ upgrade for compatibility issues. Ensuring it would function in concert with what was already there.

Did you find Professor Xavier?

[Not that you specifically said you were going looking for him but really, as if you weren't.]

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He has accepted that he was pretty obvious, even Jean knew. He should stop being so predictable though, jeez.]

I did. [He nods toward Charles bed, but doesn't offer anything more. He does not want to talk about what happened even a little.

[Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

[She nods, and mouths 'good', and she wonders if she ever is going to talk to him about it. From Erik's perspective specifically, this just seems like a tremendously cruel joke on the part of the Admiral and there's nothing to learn that he hasn't already. Certainly nothing she can teach him. Even from a distance, she's concluded that nothing would suit the Vanquish better than unconditional surrender or total destruction.]

Rest. Contact me if you need anything. We'll talk again when I can talk.

[Spam]

[wecanavenge]

[His lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn't say anything; they would not talk about this. He didn't much care for the idea of talking it over with anyone, let alone some near stranger who had his file.

He didn't hate her, he wasn't even certain he disliked her. She'd restored his powers, she'd brought them back from - that place. But that didn't make this easier, and it certainly didn't make him want to talk.

So he just nodded, and settled back with the helmet on.]