[Audio - Chrissie's own ID]

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine had put off taking the cure on deck seventy-six for as long as reasonably possible. The thought of doing anything that could damage her throat alarmed her no small amount. When it became clear that passengers were not being allowed to leave quarantine without taking it, there was little option left. It was either take the cure and deal

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[missmimmi]

[Fff that voice]

Do you need anything?

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine would feel terrible if she knew you had a past with Chrissie Version 1.0! ;__; As it is, you're a comforting sounding voice and she appreciates the offer rather ridiculously. A moment of silence and then ..]

Would a cup of tea be horridly much to ask for?

[missmimmi]

Of course not. Is there a tea you prefer?

[notalkodarkness]

[She shakes her head, echoing the motion verbally.]

No .. any so long as it is warm and with liberal amounts of honey.

[Audio//French]

[only_one_raoul]

[Aww, and here Raoul was, waiting on deck 17 because that's where Seth's post said he'd be and listening for Christine to say something. Well, better late than never, as per usual.]

I'll be in our room soon.

[He'll definitely be taking the elevators (because screw taking 11 decks worth of stairs up while covered in clawmarks), but Christine will probably be there before him.]

[Audio//French]

[notalkodarkness]

[She is terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you, beloved. Have the most relieved of sighs, though!]

I'm on my way, love.

[And she is, dressed to the nines in her blue medical scrubs and caring not a lick. Only this time, she has her own communicator firmly in hand. She is also aware of the lack of locked doors on the entire ship at the present time and takes advantage of it, entering Raoul's room to wait inside for a change; instead of baiting people out in the hallway. She enters the room and sighs softly, closing the door behind her.

See that shower? Yeah, she's going to take full advantage of that right now before changing into some fresh clothes from the closet. Don't mind her getting all up in your shower right now, baby.]

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[only_one_raoul]

[How adorable, they match. From afar. For the moment. Well, probably not anymore, by the time Raoul gets in the door. The sound of the shower alerts him to where Christine is, so, relieved, he puts down the medical supplies he pilfered from the cabinets. Hey, he's not completely mended yet, and you never know when you'll need bandages and stuff. These are dangerous times.

Until Christine gets out, he'll wait out here, occupying his time with finding something clean and not scrubby to wear and examining which cuts have healed over enough to leave uncovered.]

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[notalkodarkness]

[It's not terribly long after he arrives that she steps out, securely wrapped in a robe while toweling her hair. She sights on him and exhales shakily, for once not pouncing upon him. He looks as worse the wear as she is, and she walks to him, towel dropped forgotten on the floor, and wraps her arms securely around his neck.

She has an assortment of healing cuts and scratches on her face and arms, the worst a slice that's hidden beneath the arm of the robe. She holds him tightly, easing the hold only after several long minutes. She's alive. He's alive. Even better, she has him securely within her arms again.

She pulls back, searching his face as she cups it gently in her hands. Her voice still a bit rough and strained after taking the cure.]

You are well??

[iffadogcandoit]

Well, it's god that you are doing well, Miss. Would you like me to bring you anything?

[Audio]

[notalkodarkness]

[Can you hear the smile in her voice, Toaster? Cause it's totally there again and she can't even help it.]

Toaster .. I'm glad you're well. I .. perhaps some tea? I'd ask for a bit of company, but I'd not make you uncomfortable ..

[Audio]

[iffadogcandoit]

[Toaster...can't do tea. With that aquaphobia, he doesn't plan on getting near a kettle. Toast on the other hand...]

Why don't I bring you some toast, with butter and jam?

[That pouch he'd found in the luggage room has proved to be pretty useful.]

[Audio]

[notalkodarkness]

[Chrissie pauses a moment and then laughs softly, nodding though he can't see it. Her voice is soft and amused.]

I think toast would be lovely, Toaster.

[locled 100% unhackable]

[battle_droid]

Requesting your room location.

[A beat.]

Please.

[Locked 10% - it's all she can manage]

[notalkodarkness]

[A soft smile as another familiar voice pipes up over the communicator and Chrissie locks the post to the default setting.]

Hello, Zee. Deck six, room seventy three forty.

[locked 100% unhackable] ff chrissie. also lol what is my spelling

[battle_droid]

Do you require assistance?

[Does she need to come punch your fiance in the nose?]

[locked 10% unhackable] I <3 you anyway! Technology is not her friend!

[notalkodarkness]

[She smiles, a soft sound of amusement before she clears her throat and shakes her head.]

Assistance, no .. but I would not turn down company at the present time.

[asoutcastshear]

[This is Erik. This is Erik being a creeper on your post. He won't bother you though, Chrissie, for he is neck deep in angst because he lost his mask. He's fine (or as fine as a guy neck deep in angst can be) as long as you're safe. ♥]

[notalkodarkness]

[Please, darling, feel free to stalk away as normal. She's happy to have anyone from home alive and well. She'll respond to your post now, as she is one of those people that is very happy you are still alive. ♥]

[asoutcastshear]

[♥ You're too good to me, bb.]