[Tina's hotel room - responsible nurse is responsible]
Once James and Jim were on the other side of a door, it was a lot easier to think. And, thinking about it, Tina decided that maybe she'd better not shower before she contacted whoever she would be contacting. So she threw on a robe and started making some calls.
She tried law enforcement first, and was told that the whatever-it-was had already been reported, several times. But mostly by witnesses, and hearing from someone who was actually infected yet lucid enough to be talking about it seemed to excite the person on the other end of the line. Inasmuch as a Vulcan could betray excitement. Maybe he was more like intrigued. In any case, he quickly transferred her to someone in their forensics department, and she made arrangements for technicians to come and collect any samples that they wanted which might help them figure out what the hell everyone had been drugged with, or infected with, or whatever. Tina was careful to specify that it be a team of female technicians, hoping that a basic lack of attraction might help her keep her hands to herself.
It did, though barely. First thing after their arrival, she got a quick scan with a tricorder that confirmed that Darcy was fine. Relieved of her only serious fear, Tina was able to answer questions and hold still while various samples were taken. And an hour or so later, the team was bundling up her sheets - she wasn't going to think too hard about that - and packing away a series of swabs and petri dishes, as well as samples of all of the food in her suite and water from every tap, and Tina was alone again.
Alone and ridiculously turned on. Though, again, that wasn't anything hugely new. And at least she had a fresh series of memories to linger over.
Still, she thought it might be better to try to engage herself in other pursuits. And Spock was probably on the verge of sending her a series of notes demanding to know why she hadn't written to him again yet. She decided to forestall that, after a shower that wasn't as quick as she'd planned on (she hadn't noticed before that the showerhead was the detachable kind with a water massage setting).
Private to Spock (mirroredspock):
The play was pretty good, and then at intermission James and Roger - my ex. I don't think I told you I was going to the play with him? - got into a fistfight, which was less good, though I do have to admit that it was entertaining in a different way. And then today I had sex with James again. And Jim. At the same time. I don't even know.
So, anyway, it's been busy and weird over here. How are you?
- Tina
[[OOC: Post is not exactly open, but if you want to communicate with Tina while she's hiding out in her room, send me a PM and we can sort out details.]]
She tried law enforcement first, and was told that the whatever-it-was had already been reported, several times. But mostly by witnesses, and hearing from someone who was actually infected yet lucid enough to be talking about it seemed to excite the person on the other end of the line. Inasmuch as a Vulcan could betray excitement. Maybe he was more like intrigued. In any case, he quickly transferred her to someone in their forensics department, and she made arrangements for technicians to come and collect any samples that they wanted which might help them figure out what the hell everyone had been drugged with, or infected with, or whatever. Tina was careful to specify that it be a team of female technicians, hoping that a basic lack of attraction might help her keep her hands to herself.
It did, though barely. First thing after their arrival, she got a quick scan with a tricorder that confirmed that Darcy was fine. Relieved of her only serious fear, Tina was able to answer questions and hold still while various samples were taken. And an hour or so later, the team was bundling up her sheets - she wasn't going to think too hard about that - and packing away a series of swabs and petri dishes, as well as samples of all of the food in her suite and water from every tap, and Tina was alone again.
Alone and ridiculously turned on. Though, again, that wasn't anything hugely new. And at least she had a fresh series of memories to linger over.
Still, she thought it might be better to try to engage herself in other pursuits. And Spock was probably on the verge of sending her a series of notes demanding to know why she hadn't written to him again yet. She decided to forestall that, after a shower that wasn't as quick as she'd planned on (she hadn't noticed before that the showerhead was the detachable kind with a water massage setting).
Private to Spock (mirroredspock):
The play was pretty good, and then at intermission James and Roger - my ex. I don't think I told you I was going to the play with him? - got into a fistfight, which was less good, though I do have to admit that it was entertaining in a different way. And then today I had sex with James again. And Jim. At the same time. I don't even know.
So, anyway, it's been busy and weird over here. How are you?
- Tina
[[OOC: Post is not exactly open, but if you want to communicate with Tina while she's hiding out in her room, send me a PM and we can sort out details.]]