[In the meantime he's going to check out her room. He... kind of wants to ask if she'll be annoyed if he cleans (because he's sure it needs it). Also doesn't want to remind her of what he's doing. Damn.]
[She frowns over put them in later. It's done and she's not sure what he means unless he wants her to take them out again. Whatever, they can argue about it when she's not busy trying to will Alex whole and awake. In the interest of her mental health she just ignores it and focuses on the second thing. Which... oops.]
not unless he asked someone else or figured it out himself. i didn't think to ask him.
[In a similar vein, she... kind of expects him to snoop around, but the risk of him cleaning hasn't occurred to her. He's not going to get any unsolicited guidance on that front.]
[Aaaand pause in the proceedings, at least from his end. The larger portion of it is taken up with him acquainting himself with her mask like a wretched creep. And no he doesn't feel guilty whatsoever, maybe later, but for just a few minutes he's gonna sit here and fucking indulge in the rush.]
should be fine. i don't think he can reach the pad. that's why i put him in mine in the first place. didn't give access for my room to anyone i wouldn't trust with him either.
[And that's not very many people at all. It might be fewer, if she knew Netherlands was having A Moment in there with her mask.]
[Which is all he's going to say about it unless she asks anything else. In the meantime he's at least planning on making the bed, mask slung through a loop on the jumpsuit belt.]
He can jump. Not what I meant. I think Need to talk to you anyway
[She'd add "get fucking rid of it" but that's a given, right?
The image of Takeshi jumping through the process of setting someone up with access to his room makes her smile, even if she knows that if he was determined enough to do that he'd probably just drag his chair over. Still, there's not a hell of a lot to smile about right now, so she'll take it.]
[Even if it wasn't a given, that's what's happening. Or what he's currently plotting out as he makes her bed and moves on to dusting what he can. Short-term is easy enough but he needs something more foolproof just in case shit goes down in the future.]
An hour. Not going in his room though
[Which of course means he's fine with right outside of it, because he's pretty sure he won't be able to drag Heather much further than that.]
[It's a good thing he didn't ask. She dusts, okay, and only somebody with centuries worth of neuroses would think it needed doing aga- oh, right.
She's alright with having to leave Alex's side temporarily, at least. Talking with him right there would feel way too much like she'd written him off, decided he was a lost cause.]
[He ends up vacuuming too. Hey, there's a closet halfway between Topher's old room and hers and on the second pass-by he couldn't help but grab it. More importantly, though, he cooks enough for the both of them (stamppot, bean soup, applesauce, all quick and easy and yes mashed) and scoops Lodewijk up into the basket before he goes. Spends the lift ride down chastising him for eating his greens before they even meet Heather and huffs when that's enough to get the fuzzball to stop. Jerk.
Once he's in the medbay he pulls out his comms, not sure where to go.]
Here
[If she wants him to be somewhere specific, now's the time.]
[She does a little scouting in the meantime. Very little, because there's a empty room right opposite he one Alex is in that will afford them some measure of privacy for whatever it is Netherlands doesn't want to discuss over the network, but more importantly is within earshot of Alex if she leaves the doors open. While she waits, she reassures him that she'll still be nearby ("listen, asshole, I'm gonna be just over there and if you try anything funny I'll hear it"), and when she gets the message to seems to make more sense just to head out. Pauses a moment when she does spot him and all he's carrying.]
[Jesus it's just one basket and it's not even heavy, although Lodewijk hears her and makes holding it a chore when the weight suddenly shifts from one end to the other. The basket gets hiked up his chest as he trots over to her, has to turn sideways just to lean in to greet her and ends up huffing as the basket shifts - again - when Lodewijk tries to lean out to reach her too.
Although with the way she sounds maybe Lodewijk is the better choice for greeter.]
[Her smile gets a half-pout directed Lodewijk's way for its trouble, but he hums and follows alongside when she turns, huffing at the thanks and nudging her with his elbow all the same.]
[It's actually nice to have him there. The familiar huff, the nudge. They're comforting, and for all that she's getting used to medbay and people she cares about being there the place still rubs at already-raw nerves.
She peeks in on Alex despite knowing he'll be unchanged before she heads into the empty setup opposite, sits on the bed and scratches at Lodewijk's ears.]
[While she hops on the bed and hogs his rabbit he grabs the nearest... mobile table hovertray kind of thing - spends a second playing with it because that's actually interesting - sets out the container'd food and silverware.]
Food.
[No shit, but he's being a pain in the ass on purpose. Once everything's in order he joins her on the bed and drags the hoverthing along.]
[Any other day and that'd be sarcasm, but she's actually surprised. She'd thought the non-rabbit contents of the basket were for Alex, which is why she'd been a little taken aback to see it the first time around. The combination of that clicking into place and the kindness of it means his being an ass doesn't even register.
Also, that hovertray is pretty cool. She'd like to poke it and see if it's smart enough to compensate for the jostling, but she'll just... try that later with one that's not bearing the fruits of someone's time and effort. Sets Lodewijk down gently and just watches, still not certain of where this is going.]
[It's not going anywhere, apparently, and when all she says is oh he has to wonder what kind of oh that is. Bel and Lux might say otherwise but he's a decent goddamn cook, and even though he's almost positive that isn't what she meant the frown comes before he thinks about it, along with a sideways tilt of the head as he studies her. It can't be that surprising, can it. He jerks his thumb to the ordered little containers on the tray, voice going flat along with his expression.]
Soup, hutspot, applesauce. Not gonna spoonfeed ya.
[Eat his food Heder :| Before mask crazy actually does make him attempt spoon-feeding.]
[am totally busted? Food's gotten kind of sidelined for the last couple of days, and it's only now that she's presented with more than what she could just grab in a hurry that she realizes how hungry she is, but...
it's all mashed. That's not as funny as it seems to her in the moment and there's a faint edge of hysteria in the laugh that bubbles up before she squashes it. Stress and sleeplessness are taking a toll. Potentially alarming incident contained, she reaches for the soup. It smells good, and she's about 97% sure that's not just because now she's thinking about it she sorta wants to stick her face right in it.]
Shoulda done it earlier. [Sigh.] Food's the easiest thing t'give away.
[Probably because he feeds Lodewijk every day, or at least that's how he's explained it to himself. He gives a few leaves to Lodewijk with a sad sort of grin, thinking that if Belgium was here she'd be bringing the entire damn kitchen down to feed her.
Of course then he'd never get to feed anyone and for a second he's viciously glad that he's the one that gets to do it. He flicks his eyes up to her and sighs again, putting off the main reason he wanted to see her in person for just a little longer because she finally doesn't look like she's on edge, thinks about something safer to talk about.]
Could order somethin' up here, from the Gardens. Murphy's workin' again.
[Oh, that sad little smile. She could argue that it's nice anyway, but it seems like a lot of effort. She reaches for him instead, rests a hand just above his knee and squeezes briefly - reassurance, gratitude, a few other things less easy to define - before she turns her attention back to the soup.]
Mm. I'll remember that. [She won't ask, though. Murphy's probably as cut up about this as she is, he just handles it differently.] This is good.
What did you want to talk about?
[Because he's avoiding it, and that makes her nervous.]
[Goddamnit. His huff isn't nearly as irritated as it should be and while he'd like to blame it on something other than that brief moment of affection, well. Funny how you miss the little things without even realizing. He brushes her shoulder as he shifts, picks up a spoon and steals away some applesauce while he thinks.]
Takeshi's lock. [One tap of the spoon to the edge of the container; he's numbering things off.] Your lock. Ward an' Resnik.
[Which sounds like it's unrelated but given what locked conversations he has access to, he doubts it. A few taps as he glances over at her and he puts the spoon down again, lowers his voice until it's so quiet she might have to lean in to catch it.]
[To her credit, she doesn't actually drop her spoon and spatter them both with soup. She sets it down carefully and take a moment to turn that information over in her head before she responds to it.]
Shit.
[Real eloquent, Heather, well done. But he already said that's all the information he has, there's no point in peppering him with the million questions that spring to mind.]
Ward and Resnik go missing just when two guys who ought to be dead show up demanding to see the captain. That's not suspicious at all. [Huff.] Well, it's not like they were around much anyway.
Do we know if access to anything we'd normally need access to is affected? I mean the gardens are fine, obviously, and this place seems okay. No problems in engineering they're keeping quiet?
[That's about the response he was expecting, and he hums and drums his fingers on the table as she speaks thinking that maybe it could've waited until she'd finished eating.]
Everything else seems normal. So far.
[He leans back and sighs, launches into the reason he's telling her and not Russia - he's hoping she won't blab, even though he can guess what she'll think of it. Maybe he should've kept it to himself but he needed to discuss it someone and it's part of the reason for being such a pain in the ass about codes to go along with the locks.]
They're not tellin' everyone unless something else happens. Just department heads. Don't want some idiot to try another mutiny.
[So they're not all going to suffocate or freeze in the near future. Good to know. He continues and she gives him a head-tilted, assessing sort of a look. Maybe it's just that he trusts her and wanted someone to talk it over with, but there's a convenience in taking news that isn't supposed to be shared to someone who has both a vested interest in keeping him on-side and limited contact with anyone conscious.
Or maybe this place is just making her more cynical than normal.
Still, no matter the reason he chose her she's glad he did. And "they" - security, she presumes - are right. She can think of three people off the top of her head who'd take the news as a cue to storm the bridge.]
Right. As long as everything's still working, morons thinking they can take over and fly home is a way bigger risk. Business as usual until there's a solid lead or clear danger. 's a good plan.
[oh, click]
That's why you were getting antsy about the room access thing?
Yeah. And the emergency broadcast, couple jumps ago. [Imposters.] Don't trust these.
[He taps his wrist, outlining the shapes of the tattoo with his fingers. It's the first time he's really paid attention to the fact that the jumpsuits are designed to show off the damned things, and he frowns at the SCI before lingering on the 002. Keeps them there, worrying at it, a push and drag over the skin that he doesn't even notice because he looks at her and wonders if his speculations will do more harm than good. She hates being in the dark, but he doesn't want her to break, either. If she's having him take care of the mask it's gotta be bad.]
Takeshi's oh-one-one.
[A lick of his lips and - maybe he should leave it there but she'll think of it soon if she hasn't already. The only person who should have access to Takeshi's room is Takeshi, as far as he's concerned.]
If somethin' happens he needs to be able to lock himself - [his frown falters, no, that's not the right wording] - to keep us out if he has to.
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Did Takeshi put anyone in
[In the meantime he's going to check out her room. He... kind of wants to ask if she'll be annoyed if he cleans (because he's sure it needs it). Also doesn't want to remind her of what he's doing. Damn.]
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not unless he asked someone else or figured it out himself. i didn't think to ask him.
[In a similar vein, she... kind of expects him to snoop around, but the risk of him cleaning hasn't occurred to her. He's not going to get any unsolicited guidance on that front.]
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[Aaaand pause in the proceedings, at least from his end. The larger portion of it is taken up with him acquainting himself with her mask like a wretched creep. And no he doesn't feel guilty whatsoever, maybe later, but for just a few minutes he's gonna sit here and fucking indulge in the rush.]
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[And that's not very many people at all. It might be fewer, if she knew Netherlands was having A Moment in there with her mask.]
do you have it?
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[Which is all he's going to say about it unless she asks anything else. In the meantime he's at least planning on making the bed, mask slung through a loop on the jumpsuit belt.]
He can jump. Not what I meant. I think
Need to talk to you anyway
[As in not over the network.]
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[She'd add "get fucking rid of it" but that's a given, right?
The image of Takeshi jumping through the process of setting someone up with access to his room makes her smile, even if she knows that if he was determined enough to do that he'd probably just drag his chair over. Still, there's not a hell of a lot to smile about right now, so she'll take it.]
i'm in medbay. not many people around right now.
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An hour. Not going in his room though
[Which of course means he's fine with right outside of it, because he's pretty sure he won't be able to drag Heather much further than that.]
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She's alright with having to leave Alex's side temporarily, at least. Talking with him right there would feel way too much like she'd written him off, decided he was a lost cause.]
fine. see you in an hour.
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Once he's in the medbay he pulls out his comms, not sure where to go.]
Here
[If she wants him to be somewhere specific, now's the time.]
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Hi. Um. He's... still unconscious.
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Although with the way she sounds maybe Lodewijk is the better choice for greeter.]
Hey.
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I found an empty room. Not Alex's. It's close, though.
[She tips her head in that general direction before she turns, figuring if he's come this far he'll follow.]
Thanks. For coming here.
[Instead of asking her to leave.]
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Had to.
[Not like she was about to leave. Obviously.]
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[It's actually nice to have him there. The familiar huff, the nudge. They're comforting, and for all that she's getting used to medbay and people she cares about being there the place still rubs at already-raw nerves.
She peeks in on Alex despite knowing he'll be unchanged before she heads into the empty setup opposite, sits on the bed and scratches at Lodewijk's ears.]
What's up?
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Food.
[No shit, but he's being a pain in the ass on purpose. Once everything's in order he joins her on the bed and drags the hoverthing along.]
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[Any other day and that'd be sarcasm, but she's actually surprised. She'd thought the non-rabbit contents of the basket were for Alex, which is why she'd been a little taken aback to see it the first time around. The combination of that clicking into place and the kindness of it means his being an ass doesn't even register.
Also, that hovertray is pretty cool. She'd like to poke it and see if it's smart enough to compensate for the jostling, but she'll just... try that later with one that's not bearing the fruits of someone's time and effort. Sets Lodewijk down gently and just watches, still not certain of where this is going.]
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Soup, hutspot, applesauce. Not gonna spoonfeed ya.
[Eat his food Heder :| Before mask crazy actually does make him attempt spoon-feeding.]
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[am totally busted? Food's gotten kind of sidelined for the last couple of days, and it's only now that she's presented with more than what she could just grab in a hurry that she realizes how hungry she is, but...
it's all mashed. That's not as funny as it seems to her in the moment and there's a faint edge of hysteria in the laugh that bubbles up before she squashes it. Stress and sleeplessness are taking a toll. Potentially alarming incident contained, she reaches for the soup. It smells good, and she's about 97% sure that's not just because now she's thinking about it she sorta wants to stick her face right in it.]
Thanks. This is really sweet.
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[Probably because he feeds Lodewijk every day, or at least that's how he's explained it to himself. He gives a few leaves to Lodewijk with a sad sort of grin, thinking that if Belgium was here she'd be bringing the entire damn kitchen down to feed her.
Of course then he'd never get to feed anyone and for a second he's viciously glad that he's the one that gets to do it. He flicks his eyes up to her and sighs again, putting off the main reason he wanted to see her in person for just a little longer because she finally doesn't look like she's on edge, thinks about something safer to talk about.]
Could order somethin' up here, from the Gardens. Murphy's workin' again.
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Mm. I'll remember that. [She won't ask, though. Murphy's probably as cut up about this as she is, he just handles it differently.] This is good.
What did you want to talk about?
[Because he's avoiding it, and that makes her nervous.]
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Takeshi's lock. [One tap of the spoon to the edge of the container; he's numbering things off.] Your lock. Ward an' Resnik.
[Which sounds like it's unrelated but given what locked conversations he has access to, he doubts it. A few taps as he glances over at her and he puts the spoon down again, lowers his voice until it's so quiet she might have to lean in to catch it.]
They're missing. Don't know anything else yet.
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Shit.
[Real eloquent, Heather, well done. But he already said that's all the information he has, there's no point in peppering him with the million questions that spring to mind.]
Ward and Resnik go missing just when two guys who ought to be dead show up demanding to see the captain. That's not suspicious at all. [Huff.] Well, it's not like they were around much anyway.
Do we know if access to anything we'd normally need access to is affected? I mean the gardens are fine, obviously, and this place seems okay. No problems in engineering they're keeping quiet?
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Everything else seems normal. So far.
[He leans back and sighs, launches into the reason he's telling her and not Russia - he's hoping she won't blab, even though he can guess what she'll think of it. Maybe he should've kept it to himself but he needed to discuss it someone and it's part of the reason for being such a pain in the ass about codes to go along with the locks.]
They're not tellin' everyone unless something else happens. Just department heads. Don't want some idiot to try another mutiny.
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Or maybe this place is just making her more cynical than normal.
Still, no matter the reason he chose her she's glad he did. And "they" - security, she presumes - are right. She can think of three people off the top of her head who'd take the news as a cue to storm the bridge.]
Right. As long as everything's still working, morons thinking they can take over and fly home is a way bigger risk. Business as usual until there's a solid lead or clear danger. 's a good plan.
[oh, click]
That's why you were getting antsy about the room access thing?
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[He taps his wrist, outlining the shapes of the tattoo with his fingers. It's the first time he's really paid attention to the fact that the jumpsuits are designed to show off the damned things, and he frowns at the SCI before lingering on the 002. Keeps them there, worrying at it, a push and drag over the skin that he doesn't even notice because he looks at her and wonders if his speculations will do more harm than good. She hates being in the dark, but he doesn't want her to break, either. If she's having him take care of the mask it's gotta be bad.]
Takeshi's oh-one-one.
[A lick of his lips and - maybe he should leave it there but she'll think of it soon if she hasn't already. The only person who should have access to Takeshi's room is Takeshi, as far as he's concerned.]
If somethin' happens he needs to be able to lock himself - [his frown falters, no, that's not the right wording] - to keep us out if he has to.
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