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EVENT: CULTURAL STUDIES ▒ THE TRANQUILITY

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The newly discovered corridor, Prisoners' Quarters and Guards' Bunkhouse.
WARNINGS: A vague sense of creeping unease.
SUMMARY: Discovery and exploration of the Prisoners' Quarters and Guards' Bunkhouse.
NOTES: Open to all! Network map discovery is HERE. Bunkhouse discovery post is HERE. Have fun forward and back-dating, but don't forget to check the timelines!

The corridor you're walking down seems to stretch on forever, but maybe that's just the gloom ever-present in the belly of the ship, only cut through by the skittering beams of the flashlights you're carrying and the dim signal on the map. The map led you here, and the map seemed to indicate there was something at the end of this journey; a new area, perhaps, more answers. Something worth the risk of stepping into the darkness. Best stay alert, strain your senses — though there will be little advantage found in the warning of claws clicking against metal in the distance, a flash of red on the wall to your right...

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Don't show up... now.

[ it's not the snappiest comeback, true, but jenna's more focused on trying to fit together the strange, contradictory things her senses keep insisting are all existing together. ]

Does that mean you don't want to know what's freaking me out?

Well, then I'll just turn around and forgot I ever even saw you. [ seriously, jenna, that was the best you could come up with?

true doctors can come up with better things than that even while distracted. ( that's a lie, they totally can't. ) ]

Something tells me even if I say know you're gonna take it upon yourself to enlighten me.

Which means you want to know and you don't want to admit it-- I speak Southern cranky, don't even try and deny it.

[ it's an attempt at her usual teasing, but it falls flat and jenna sighs, rubbing a hand over her face. ]

I told you the smelling blood thing is part of the vampire package, right?

[ a beat, and with a little more equilibrium gained back ] Call me a bloodhound and I'll smack you.

You speak your version of Southern, Virginia isn't Georgia and I'm a few centuries ahead of you. Might be mistranslating.

[ mccoy's jaw sort of tenses up at the potential implications of what she's saying before he ends up saying the first thing to try and— pretend he's not actually going to hear exactly what he doesn't want to. ]

If the shoe fits, Sommers, can't help it. [ a beat. ] Pegged you more as a German Shepard though.

[ give her a second to process that one. and now the disbelieving scoff. ]

You ass.

[ but at least she's gentle with the promised smacking. ]

I can't believe you said that to me. I am never letting you live it down, calling a lady a dog. What would your mother say about that? [ her tone is grateful, though, bones you're a lifesaver. ] Here's the good news-- this room smells like old blood.

I've been called worse.

[ no really though, he has. ]

She'd ask me what type of woman you were. She did call my ex-wife a bitch. [ technically in the job description, it ain't no thing jenna. ]

You call that a good thing? [ no really. ]

And you probably deserved it then, too.

[ just rolling her eyes mightily at you bones

M I G H T I L Y ]

The bad news is it's... covered in it. Which means it should be fresh. [ she shrugs, gnawing on her lower lip for a moment. ] But it's old. Really old.

Oh, of course because saving their lives completely earned that. It wasn't that they were ungrateful shits or anything.

[ southern sass activate! because fuck that eyeroll. ]

Having a room covered in— if blood sprays it could mean that the entire room is covered, supposedly stays in enough so you can smell it. [ never under estimate a blood splatter, jenna. ] Old enough that it couldn't have happened when we were here?

Or it could be your idea of good bedside manner is not adding 'idiot' every five words.

[ bones she loves you so much she can't even forreal. ]

No, no, it's-- think of it like this, and no more dog comparisons this time. [ js. ] I don't know how old it is, other than 'about as old as the rest'. But it's not faded. Scents fade with time. This smells old and like it happened yesterday concentration-wise at the same time. [ which should be impossible. ]

Maybe if they didn't earn the title I wouldn't feel the need to call them that even once.

[ no really, he just calls it like it is, don't judge him for that. ]

I'll bite my tongue like my mama would like me to. [ fine fine. ] That shouldn't— it looks as old as the rest, should be as old as the rest, but smells like it definitely isn't that old. You realize that sounds impossible, right?

Like I said-- 'oh my god'.

[ she sighs helplessly, rubbing a hand over her face. ]

Sometimes I really hate this stupid ship.

Which is incredibly descriptive.

[ that's not nearly as malicious as it could be and he sort of hops right over it with a snort. ]

When you start liking this ship, that's when we've got a problem. Consider it a sign you've still got your mind.

Yeah, but can you say it's not fitting?

[ but she's more amused than scolding-- it works, lbr here bones. ]

--you're a master of the art of underwhelming reassurance, has anyone ever told you that?

Do I look like a poet?

[ which is to say man don't ask me. ]

Multiple occasions. Was also told I have the worst bedside manner most people have ever seen, that sort of thing. It's almost a point of pride at this point. Did you really want me to say what everyone else would?

I don't know, you do have that strong chin.

[ what you expected her not to take that literally

bones. ]

Honestly? [ she shrugs, smile wry. ] I like your honesty. I'll give you hell about it for the rest of time, but I like it.

Not all poets have strong chins.

[ why jenna why. ]

You like it so much that you've gotta give me hell about it. Because that makes perfect sense even by Southern logic standards.

In movies they do.

[ B E C A U S E ]

You'd get a swelled head if I didn't. It's a cautionary measure. [ she loevs you bones. ]

We're not in a movie.

[ THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON. ]

Ms. Sommers, the only way I'm getting a swelled head is if I switch brains with an idiotic captain friend of mine. And since I haven't yet, trust me, it's the last thing you need to worry about.

We're kidnapped to space— seems pretty movie-like to me.

[ YES IT IS GOD ]

Oh my god, don't make me do the 'it's Jenna' speech again. [ she pauses, sighs. ] It's not the same, but I miss him too. We knew each other for a while... just, you know. If you ever want to talk about him.

[ another pause. ]

Or we can never bring it up again, depending on how much you're ready to tell me to butt out right now.

I treat aliens on the regular. Not all that movie-like to me.

[ IS NOT. ]

I'll call you whatever I want to call you. [ there's a jaw tightening that he knows she can probably see before he lets out a very harsh huff through his nose. ]

Don't. [ that means don't talk about him at all to me. ] Unless you're looking to have me break every nice gentleman rule on the books as far as hitting someone goes, just leave it be, Sommers.

[ how you know bones is real mad at you, there's no miss and there's no first name. just last name. ]

Probably better off not here anyway. Get himself into too much trouble that I'd have to patch up.

Please. I could kick your ass, McCoy.

[ a little pointed on the name, but her tone is sympathetic. she can't say the idea of talking about mason thrilled her after she lost him— it doesn't thrill her now. ]

I got the trouble vibe pretty fast— he hit on me when we first met. I mentioned the boyfriend with a gun collection, but it didn't do much to deter him.

[ and bless him for it says her tone. ]

Sommers, don't underestimate the doctor.

[ because okay maybe she could, but he likes to think he can put up a fair fight. his lips quirk up just slightly at the tone. bless his heart. ]

Should have seen the one with the phaser collection. And there the few others that made phaser man look a bit tame.

[ a beat. ] He likes what he likes. Does what he— wants.

Uh— vampire. Vampire who could make you strip naked and sing the VTech fight song if she wanted to, so watch the sass there.

[ which is to so: we're okay, this doesn't have to be feelings hour. ]

He's a good man, if maybe not one over-burdened with impulse control.

You'd take it off eventually. Think beyond just right now.

[ that sounds like a really childish, 'i'm going to get back at you' comment that usually ends in pranks but it's not that bad. really. ]

You learn to deal with it as time goes by if he attaches himself to you.

Yeah, yeah. You're supposed to be more scared of me.

[ at least they can get around confrontations via childish poking, right? ]

He's a good man. [ she just quietly repeats herself there, offering bones a sympathetic shrug. ] Despite his best efforts.

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know =/= no i am so ashamed rn

yeah EW ALLY TYPOS i never make those

that wasn't even a typo. it was A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WORD.

IT WAS A HOMOPHONE IT COUNTS

A HOMOPHONE THAT EVEN HAS THE WORD I MEANT IN IT.

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