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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?

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Basically, yes. Eventually, they need to recuperate. Even holding a solid form is tiring for them. They can last sixteen to eighteen hours before they literally collapse back to their natural state.

[Someone else might recognise it, but Julian's best friend is a hyper paranoid ex-spy tailor and he thinks nothing of that motion.

But then she makes that last comment and he laughs.]

I think I've forgotten how to have normal conversations.

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That's good to know. Okay, if I catch anyone sleeping in a bucket, I'll let you know ASAP.

[That's better.]

I don't know if I ever knew how to have normal conversations. It's not like they make sense anyway, so screw it.

[Grin.]

I'd say we should go get a drink but I'm not allowed to drink and you're still stuck in a giant, black space toaster for a couple more days.

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[Julian actually laughs loudly this time.]

Yes, well, the bucket sleeping will be a bit of a give away.

I sort of got that I was trapped here for now. Still, once I get out, we can undoubtedly catch up with one another?

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[Oh my gosh he's so cute!! Down, girl.]

Just for a few days, I think. Once a week they put people on ships. Maybe you'll get put on mine! I'm on the Windrose now. Which is definitely the prettiest name for any of the ships.

But if not, that would be great! Share some protein paste or something.

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Mm... protein paste.

[He pulls a face that says just what he thinks of that and then grins again.]

It sounds like I might actually miss ration bars after a while.

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It comes in more flavors than rat bars, so that's good, right?

[She grins evilly.]

And all the colors you could want!

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Well, I made my own ration bars, actually... they had more nutritional value. And tasted better. Okay, I made them as candy bars, but they were still healthier than rat bars.

[He laughs.]

Oh good, strange, probably unnatural colours, just what I like in my food.

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That would have to taste way better than regular rat bars. Okay, next time I'm in a siege, I call dibs on you being in my platoon. [If only it was that simple.] Promise I'm not too much of a hard ass.

Come on, the color distracts you from the taste. And then you can play impressionist mealtime.

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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.

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[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.

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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.

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[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!

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Thank you, Wrath.

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