010 ⌥ VOICE [backdated to wednesday, i'm so sorry]

[femshep]

[This is posted from Kaidan's communicator, not that she makes it obvious. Hers is still somewhere in the dome. She has yet to requisition a new one.]

I'm alive.

[And she has answers. But she's not sure how much to say on the network. How much the Authorities don't already know she knows. So she'll tell them how to find her, and hope they think to ask their questions in person instead.]

Hospital, south wing, and if Alenko's got any say in it, I'll be here for a while longer.

Telepaths, psychics, or whatever the hell you want to call the people that crawl into your head... You're going to want to see this. [Yes, that is a free pass into her skull. No, don't get used to it.]

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[voice]

[springs_eternal]

Commander! Ah, it is a great relief to hear your voice again!~


[Then he pauses again. Uh-oh. It seems he might be thinking of something - in particular, thinking of just how to phrase this without drawing a lot of attention.]


The Hospital, is it? Yes, the staff there does very good work.

If you'd like, though...

...I can probably get you out for some fresh air a little sooner. Ask the Major to vouch for me.


[Smooth.]

[voice]

[femshep]

I'm not here because I'm injured. I'm here because they have some sort of a problem with me trying to pull my own weight.

[Yes, she does sound irritated. At least that fades a bit when she speaks again.]

If you can get me out sooner, by all means.

[hackreality]

Oh, you're okay! It's good to see you up and sort-of about again. I was worried.

hers is perma-voice--there's no way she's typing, the way her hands are

[femshep]

[She's not sure how to take the fact that Judy was worried, so she defaults to 'shrugging it off'.] You shouldn't have been. It's a risk I was willing to take. And from what I hear, the rest of you had plenty to focus on in the meantime.

[hackreality]

I worry about everyone! But yeah, it was... pretty busy.

[...that's one big understatement. She would really like to lie down for about a billion years sometime soon.]

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[abetterway]

[The concern is clear on her face, but she knows better than to ask here. Instead, she addresses Shepard's offer.]

Are you certain?

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[femshep]

Wouldn't have made the offer if I weren't.

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[abetterway]

...No, I suppose you wouldn't. [Her lips curve in a slight, brief smile.]

I'm on my way.

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[femshep]

I'll be here.

[Action?]

Action!

[abetterway]

[The trip, as always, takes some time, but it's a route she's traversed quite often, so she knows the best paths to take, the worst spots to avoid.

The hospital itself has become intimately familiar, and it's not long before she's approaching Shepard's room.

She's amused at the locked door, but not particularly surprised. She receives strict orders not to aid any escape attempts.]

Commander Shepard?

Action!

[femshep]

Jocelyn.

[At the greeting, her pacing slows to a stop, and she turns to face the telepath. Shepard can't help it--she's looking the woman over, for injuries or bruises or any signs of damage. Because the raid got the better of all too many people.

Eventually, she settles on asking.]

How are you?

Action!

[abetterway]

[Jocelyn looks tired, more than anything. She's been overworking herself since returning from the trade mission. Still, the smile she offers is genuine.]

I'm doing well enough.

[She's still wearing that gun, strapped to her thigh.]

How are you holding up in here?

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[thecricketer]

[There's more than a bit of slyness in the Doctor's voice.]

South wing, hmm?

[There's some shuffling, and several indignant beeps.]

Oh, do be quiet.

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[femshep]

[The fact that he's more-or-less being detained too takes him off of her shit list for now. Enough that there's a hint of an amused grin in her tone.]

Are you really?

[She sounds both surprised and a little proud--he's not the 'sneaking out' sort, at least that's what she thought.]

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[thecricketer]

Oh, yes. I've eluded must stricter security than this, you know. [Granted, they aren't usually there for his benefit.]

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[femshep]

[He isn't getting an answer--if she gave one, it'd be more grumbling about how escape would be a hell of a lot easier if she weren't unarmed with a shock-collar on her biotics.

Instead, she's back to pacing and waiting for Five to burst (or sidle, most likely) through the otherwise-locked door.]

More Action

[thecricketer]

[The Doctor had retrieved his coat, by this point, and he shrugs it on over his gown after dispensing with anything still attached to him. From then on it's a simple matter of making himself scarce or acting like he belongs, and he's an expert at both.

When he arrives at Shepard's door, he rummages in his pockets for several moments before retrieving a lock pick. He's been called primitive more than once, but it gets the job done.

He can't help but grin when the door clicks open, and he does, indeed, sidle on through.]

Hello, Commander.

[femshep]

Well, what do you know. It's the only doctor in this pisshole whose eye I won't black on sight. [Though her tone's got a frustrated edge, her mouth is still curled just slightly in a suppressed grin of something like kinship. She may or may not be serious about the black eye. Let's hope they don't have to find out. ]

[thecricketer]

[His grin deepens as he silently shuts the door behind him.] I appreciate that. I've enough bruises, I think.

[Action!]

[professorwolf]

[There's no sneaking necessary for the professor that evening. He's one of the ones who put her here, after all, and the others are quite aware he's not likely to let her go wandering on her own. His own assurances at their doubtful looks help a lot, too. But he supposes she'll want to know about Major Alenko, and he wants to get another look at this special collar of hers.

So the nearest attendant unlocks the door for him, and he knocks politely. Even offers a slightly sheepish smile when he's let in.]

Good evening, Commander Shepard.

[femshep]

[By reflex, her first look is something akin to a mutinous glare, but that clears up quickly to something more neutral. He may have put her here, but he did it with entirely good intentions, frustrating as that may be.]

Lyall.

[A casual enough greeting, at least.]

[professorwolf]

[For a beat, Lyall is surprised by the glare, but then he remembers how much of a fuss she put up about coming here, and his blank look turns into a slightly apologetic smile. Only slightly, though, because he does think being here is best for her.]

Good evening, Commander. I hope I'm not disturbing you.

[femshep]

[Don't mind that initial glare, she's really not too terribly upset. She's more upset with the doctors that insist on detaining her here. Shepard's had altogether too much detaining already for one week.

The way he repeats his greeting, she gets the distinct impression that he's trying to smooth over any frustration she might otherwise direct his way, so she'll bite.]

You're not. By now, it's called 'a change of scenery'. [There's a note of dry humor her tone, present but barely perceptible.]

[professorwolf]

[Oh yes, trying to smooth things over. Not the mun being a dufus and repeating herself, never that! Lyall comes further in to take the seat beside her bed.]

I imagine it is a tag monotonous in here. Has no one brought you a book or some paperwork you can look through, in here?

[Even he knows to do that much. Then again, he's had Lady Maccon laid up in Woolsey Castle, before, and he knows just how likely a lady of action is to get restless within, oh, an hour or two.]

[femshep]

I've got paperwork here, too? You could've picked a better time to break that one to me. [She knows you're trying, Lyall, so she'll cut you a break in the form of some dry humor.]