Allies?

[izzy_secorro]

*on way to bust Captain out of the brig, take care of this mutiny thing once and for ALL*

*Kelby will get what's coming to him, yessiree*

*passes a familiar door, gets an idea, reaches out to squeeze Kelly's shoulder*

Psst... in here. Trust me.

*knocks on Foster's door*

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[crewman_kelly]

*frowns*
*rolls eyes*

[izzy_secorro]

*catches that look*

I know, Chris. I know, ok? But we can trust him. Really.

*knocks again*

*quietly* Simon?

Come on, come on, come on...

[crewman_kelly]

*whispers* I'll kick his ass if he screws it up. And yours too, Izzy.

[_foster_]

::hears... ::

...

::snores::

::hears... aw, cripes, maintenance guys gotta go around bangin' on the walls at all hours of the day... can't a guy actually take sick leave when he's, yaknow... sick??::

::rolls over, feckin' knocking inserting itself into whatever consciousness is showing up through cold medication Phlox gave him two days ago... 'sleep it off, Lieutenant Commander'... yeah yeah, gladly if you can stop the morons from hitting the ship::

FINDE!

::sits up in skivvies, swallows through the soft-palate suction of a completely blocked up nose, room wavers a little in a medicated fog... stands... shuffles over to the door, piece of my mind, won't bother me again after I'm done with 'em::

::leans into a hand on the doorframe as door slides open::

Does sobody hab to be dyink to get sobe rest arountd here??

[izzy_secorro]

*takes in Foster's... disheveled state*

Uh, Simon...

*waves weakly*

... hi.

*glances over at Chris*

Yup. Gonna get my ass kicked.

[crewman_kelly]

*rolls eyes as Izzy glances at her*

*has doubts that Foster can be helpful*

[_foster_]

::slumps further, glaring... well, glaring is pushing it, blinks as eyes are watery too::

What are you, de Bobbsy twids? Can't you go bother sombeonde a little mbore healthy?

::pushes away from the doorframe, weaves a little as turns and talks to the air in the room::

I'mb ond sick leavbe. Embphasis ond sick.