ataraxion | video; 2nd case file

[this is Stilinski's first time using the video function, because hey this guy doesn't even use Skype back home, why would he do it on the Tranquility. still, he has a question and he's not really sure who to ask so why not ask everyone, right? this is supposed to be a forum.]

I hope with the most recent injuries people are going to be exercising a little more caution up here. We can't keep you people safe if you keep running off into the ship.

[he's been around medical, he knows how hard the staff are working, and he isn't going ot elaborate because while he's on security, it isn't his job to police people. not until he gets that order.]

Got a question for ya though. Is it normal to get things in your locker that aren't yours?

[his expression crinkles, because he knows how that sounds.]

I don't mean something significant that isn't yours, like a picture or- or a ring that belonged to someone you knew. But I mean, something you've never seen before in your life.

[and because that isn't all that clear and because he honestly doesn't know that this is a potentially dangerous substance, he holds the bottle up.]

I thought this was gun powder or a spice or something, but, it isn't. And I have no idea what it is.

[he looks at it again, shrugs, sets it down, and ends the transmission.]

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Plenty.

{he sounds UNIMPRESSED]

[ oh for the love of- ]

Listen. I'm- gonna see if I can sneak outta here for a few minutes, try and find something that even vaguely resembles food-

Could we, talk about this?

Sure. I can meet you.

Whenever you have time, [ her hand waves ] something tells me breaks'll be few and far between.

[something in his tone softens, then.]

Hows it going down there?

[how's the patient, how's the girl, is everyone still functioning, does he need to call an intervention... you know]

[ it's more exhausted grimace than drawn smile, on the opposite end of the feed, she rubs her forehead with her palm ] It's- a day.

Can't imagine your shift's all that different?

Not really.

[he glances at the time.]

Think you'll be free in about fifteen minutes?

[ the smile can be heard in her voice ]

Meet you in the first floor kitchen?

Gotcha.

[he hangs up and extricates himself from his work to head down to the first floor kitchen. it'd be a far walk, if his patrols didn't consist of multiple areas on the ship. he's used every kitchen at least once, he feels.

either way, he's got a coffee pot on by the time she gets there]

[ she can smell it before she sees it. call it a sixth sense- it's one of those things that develops in first year nursing school, right before you give up any and all hope of ever getting more than three hours of uninterrupted sleep. the relief and gratitude are painted over her features before she even makes it into the room- and melissa walks in pushing her sleeves up to her elbows. ]

Oh god, [ she's on the hunt for a cup as she rounds the corner ] I've somehow agreed to find someone to get us a second refrigerator and my feet are killing me.

-Thanks, for starting that.

Here.

[it rumbles as she comes in and he pours coffee into a cup, steaming hot, that he'd already had out for her. he pushes it across the counter.]

How's he doing?

[ the mug is lifted before comes to a stop, and she folds her fingers around it. she knows the permanent chill to them is exactly that, permanent, but if asked, she couldn't say for sure when she stopped noticing. ]

He'll live. Whatever that means.

[ the chair doesn't make a sound when she eases it back and slides in. weird. ]

How's your department? Please tell me no one's coming back with the arm.

[he nods, because there's not much else to it. he's seen the results of living and dying; sometimes he wonders if it isn't kinder to let people pass on. he doesn't voice that, and instead leans against the counter.]

Not yet, but if people keep running out there like that... [he shakes his head.] They've got it handled, but we're all basically on call until this stops happening.

[ she exhales around the mug at her mouth with the faintest shake of her head. ]

Not all that different from back home then.

[he lifts an eyebrow and nods, like the whole thing is inevitable.]

Complete with secretive teenagers.

[ her head bows with a tight smile ]

That jar, huh?

I have some of them telling me it's family ashes, others telling me it's a jar of dirt.

[he shakes his head.]

Honestly?
I'm afraid to ask anymore.

[ the words would roll right off- but there's too much resignation in that. melissa's fingers fold around the mug and her gaze scans the room before she finally slides into a chair.

it isn't until she stops moving that she realizes how sore her feet are. ]

You know how kids get about their secrets.

I'll probably get it tested.

[he says quietly, because he's an officer and a detective so what else can he do with a mystery? he looks back at her.]

You should sit down for a bit.

Something else I'm afraid to ask about.

[ the words are almost a mutter, and the chair opposite her squeaks when her sneakers prop themselves up. she doesn't sigh, but the flicker of relief tinged appreciation is all over her face just the same. ]

Well, when you're done with that, you should probably look into hiding it.

[he's not really sure what she means by that but his expression creases, half a squint as his brow furrows]

Why's that?

[ one brow creeps up, and she leans forward onto her elbows, wry smile on her features. ]

Because they'll try to take it?

[he opens his mouth, then closes it and sighs.]

Point taken.

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