That was a shitty port, but I'm more pissed about not getting to keep that crowbar. I kinda got attached to it.

The infirmary is crowded as hell yet again. We've got a bunch of death-tolled people in here, even more outpatients coming in and out, and that blond shrink who got mauled and took a few stabs to the gut. The surgery we had to do on her ( Read more... )

[VOICE]

[If this sounds a bit muffled, it's because she turned her comm on to voice and then stuck it in her shirt pocket. She also sounds...odd, considering the situation. Like this is just another day at the office, only more engaging.]

Hey Parker, you still alive? Or did you win the cosmic lottery and get to stay on the Barge?

[Squelching noises ( Read more... )

[Infirmary Filter]
Gimme a list of who needs meds and I'll deliver 'em.

I didn't go to fucking med school to act like a Domino's delivery girl...

[Private to Parker]
Have you been in contact with the merry Puritans or anyone who's been acting sick?

This is a bunch of bullshit, you know that?

I don't even know what's going on, but I have this idea that I should be angry about it. Incredibly angry. Like, punch-people-in-the-face angry. At the same time, I can't seem to summon the effort to feel that way.

But whatever. I've got a bunch of medical scrubs and a white coat in here, so I'm guessing I' ( Read more... )

Get your ass in your room and stay there. Some fucking freak is going around, and if he gets you I'll have to break his face. I'm not in the mood for breaking faces tonight, got it?

What the shit is this? Don't tell me we've gotta do long-distance redemption courses now, because I did not sign up for it.

Seriously, guys. Anyone wanna clue me in?

Miss Parker is not to be served anything alcoholic until I say otherwise, due to a medical issue. She can spend time in the pub, but if anyone serves her liquor I will seriously track that person down, cut off their fingers and use them to garnish those fruity drinks you little bitches seem to like so much.

That's all.

MotherFUCK--

[Denise groans audibly. She pokes at the back of her head and hisses at the pain. Someone's stitched the split in her scalp back together, and that's all well and good, but she's confused and groggy. She's also got concussion amnesia, so she has no idea who or what put her here. YAAAAY.]

Alright, which one of you cocksuckers cracked me ( Read more... )

Admiral, bring Parker back from the bomb thing. Jesus Christ...

And the rest of you?

NOT A WORD. I will end you.

[Denise sounds happy. And somewhat drunk. And Denise typically isn't a very happy drunk.]

Have I ever told you how much I love you sons of bitches?