ninth translation // written/action for housemates

[lt_linguist]

[Heavily filtered - probably 97% - to Malcolm Reynolds]

[It takes a few hours after the experiment wears off for this letter to appear - she's been collecting her thoughts, working through everything, and then composing the message, mustering every ounce of dignity she can.]Captain Reynolds

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[thirdhost]

[ it seemed to emony that whatever had been causing everyone to pair off and act so out of character had worn off and she had to shut her own journal and walk away to keep herself from reading more of the regrets that the residents had been expressing since the first signs of recovery had been displayed. it hurt to read of the heartbreak and confusion, sympathizing too greatly with people who were mostly strangers to her. she, instead, goes in search of her housemates, directing that need to offer comfort and an ear to listen (if it's needed) at them instead of those who aren't familiar with her.

she comes to the door of commander spock and lieutenant uhura's room first and pauses, lifting a hand to knock lightly. ]

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[lt_linguist]

[Of Uhura's housemates, only Emony would knock on the door. McCoy and Buffy would just enter upon realizing that she was alone, or more likely burst in. Spock would step inside, then ask permission to be allowed in further. So the knock must be Emony.

Uhura sits up, carefully rubbing her eyes and composing herself.]

Come in.

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[thirdhost]

[ she turns the doorknob slowly, first poking her head in to glance around before she steps fully into the room. she lingers in the doorway as she gives the taller woman a sympathetic look. it looks like she's been crying. ]

Sorry to bother you. I wanted to see if you were doing okay.

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[lt_linguist]

You're not a bother. Come on in; I'll be fine. [She gives Emony her best attempt at a smile and waves her into the room.]

Someone needs to snap me out of it, anyway.

[voice] - baww, I feel sorry for her. ;_; and gorram it, wrong icon.

[theskyforme]

Lieutenant, if anyone has anythin' to apologize for, it would be me.

Experiment or not, I... was wrong.

Even though I realize we were compelled to do what we did by the Malnosso, I would be lyin' if I said I didn't have a good time. But I'd also be a fool if I took more from it than there was.

I'd be more than happy to meet with you again; you don't need to worry about feelins' or anythin' like that. I won't take advantage of you.

If you need anythin' at all from me, or if you think it'd be easier if I just kept my distance, just ask.

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[hippocraticly]

[ Since McCoy had no experiment-induced feelings to feel dissipate with the end of the experiment, he had to settle to the journals updating him to the end of the experiment with their angry yells. Because it always happened that way. Imagine his disappointment that it was the sobbing of their communications officer in her room that was the sign that whatever happened the past week had run its course.

Rather than go out and sink his fist into Malcom's face, he waited until Emony left the room Uhura shared with Spock before getting to his feet and pushing the door slightly ajar. ]

Uhura?

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[lt_linguist]

[Uhura has regained her composure, at least for the moment, and is flipping through a book - not her journal, it's a book of poetry. She glances up at McCoy.]

Hey. Crazy week, huh?

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[hippocraticly]

Yeah. [ The doctor had the list of headaches to prove for it. It was funny how he dealt with more agro being unaffected by the experiment than being affected himself. He leans on the doorframe, not quite straying over that threshold yet, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the woman flicking through the poetry book. ]

Hopefully things will settle down now. [ He pauses, before his voice becomes softer when he next speaks. ] ... You feeling all right?

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[lt_linguist]

[She pauses to consider that question. Uhura is nothing if not honest.] I will be all right. Once I work through all this guilt and anger and helplessness. And once I make sure Spock is okay.

[slaying]

[Selfish, selfish Slayer. So caught up in her own melodrama that, when the first few hours of her house-arrest has passed with little action, she walks into Uhura's room. Because the communications officer was always good for chat. Maybe they could, oh god Buffy didn't know, share some cookies or do their nails or absolutely anything other than talk about love.

Of course, Buffy bursts in upon Uhura's very private moment of whatever-this-experiment-left-them-with. The playful and goading remark that she had planned dies on her lips.]

Oh, Uhura? [Her shoulders slump and she invites herself in. Move over, woman. She's having a seat next to you.] Rough week?

[lt_linguist]

[In the past, before being tossed here, Uhura probably would've found Buffy's personality abrasive, annoying.

Now, though, it's sort of...comforting. Gives her a feeling of being grounded, in a way. Almost like Spock, despite the night-and-day personalities.]

I've never felt so utterly disgusted with myself.

[slaying]

I have. [She doesn't say it as a deflection off of Uhura just...hey girl, she understands.] Plus, it passes. Oh, plus, this wasn't your fault. It was some kind of a spell thing. At least you've got that going for you, right?

[lt_linguist]

I feel like I should've done more. Should've known something was wrong. It didn't quite feel right, even as it was happening. I resisted the last one, and that didn't involve cheating on Spock.