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[stigmaofsuccess]

Who: Julian Bashir
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: 17-June until shuffle

[Most people wake up fairly fast, but Julian doesn't. He hasn't slept properly in weeks and being somewhere fairly warm and comfortable and quiet is a luxury. When he does stir, it's slowly, eyes blinking open and shut again, almost looking like he's going to go back to sleep. He looks young and peaceful, if a bit thin and scruffy.

And then he realises he isn't where he should be and he's not with who he should be with. He sits up abruptly, looking around.]

Garak?!

Martok? Davik? Worf?

Comments

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You probably don't want me in your platoon. I'm not much of a combatant. I mean, I'm Starfleet, I know the basics but, I'm not... well, I'm a doctor.

[pain_train]

[There are a lot of ways to answer that, and she's not sure even which is the most honest, let alone the best. Interacting with people is hard sometimes, especially when you want then to think you're cool. Well, this is just fun and all she really wants is for Julian to laugh, so the fun answer is the right one probably.]

Nah, medics are a thing, right? Everyone likes having a medic around. But you have to like hovercycles. And speed.

[It's not like she'd be in charge of a platoon again, ever. She got mustered out. But hey, if they're playing pretend...

Grin.]

And you have to learn how to howl. It's required.

[stigmaofsuccess]

I'm not much for racing. And definitely not for howling.

[But he smiles anyway.]

I hate to be rude to a beautiful lady, but I haven't slept properly since I arrived at the camp a month ago and this bed is notably lacking a cold draft, murderous cell mates and parasites, so I think I need to do some catching up.

[pain_train]

[Okay, she might preen just a little over being called beautiful. It's different when it's someone who doesn't know who you are.]

It's not rude. I'll probably be around later. [Feels weird to say that for a lot of reasons. But optimism!] Sleep well, Julian.

[That went well! A+, Wrath. Hopefully there'll be a next time.]

Thank you!

[stigmaofsuccess]

Thank you, Wrath.

[He disconnects after a moment, presumably to go and sleep.]