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[softshoes]

CHARACTERS: EVERYBODY, toplevel away!
LOCATION: smushed very precariously into the North Wing
DATE: first night following the June log
CONTENT: slumber party!111!!1!!
WARNINGS: n/a - pls add to your threads as appropriate <3
NOTES: I'm posting this log OOCly, but ICly consider this a group effort rather than Yujin's doing - feel free to handwave how your character helped out :)

It's been a long, exhausting, and emotionally trying mission. It would've been enough, even without the orbers finding themselves in this strange past incarnation of the Ximilia station, forcing them all down so many painful trips down memory lane.

And yet, at the end of the day... everybody's still got to sleep!!

With the help of Iris, the infirmary staff, and any others who've volunteered, the North Wing's been outfitted as much as it can be to sleep a crew of over 40 people. Spare linens from the infirmary, whatever pillows or makeshift cots the team has been able to create: though humble, it'll sleep everyone. It's hardly luxury accommodations-- this station is older and more worn, and the North Wing is meant for half their number-- but it's cozy enough for anyone desperate for some rest to get it.

(Some of you will have to share bunks, though. Or sleep on the floor. Sorry.)

Perhaps your character:

helped set up the place, pitching in to wrangle up whatever sleeping supplies they could;

is still helping get others settled, or checking in with the injured (or, emotionally distraught?);

is too wired to sleep, their mind racing from the day's events (or, maybe they just don't sleep?);

is CRANKY about their assigned Blanket Pile On The Ground, and trying to find somewhere else to rest;

or is trying to bring the orbers' spirits up, joking or laughing or entertaining in spite of the situation they all find themselves in.

Or maybe they're doing something else like having a pillow fight or something silly. I'm not the boss of you!!

Comments

[winscenario]

That's right, yeah. [ He nods. ] And don't believe all the bad things Bones has told you about the place, it is pretty damn impressive.

[ Well, he is fairly sure that Bones hasn't said only bad things about it, but knowing him like he does, he knows a lot of grousing about all the ways space is horrible must've made it into that conversation too. Jim's here to even the odds a little. ]

[blackfire]

（ that gets a faint, amused huff. not unlike a laugh. ）

I suspect Doctor McCoy tempers his negativity around me somewhat.

（ he is not being entirely serious. more a light-hearted little jab at their absent friend. ）

Perhaps he thinks I am dour enough on my own without the addition of further complaint.

[winscenario]

Wow. You're damn lucky, I'll give you that.

[ Joking, of course. Although Jim can't really complain that much now, Bones doesn't complain nearly as much these days. Maybe he's grown out of this grumpy old man phase as he actually got older, ironically enough. ]

You don't seem that dour to me. Just reserved, but there's nothing wrong with that.

[ But he doesn't seem entirely unapproachable, at least not to Jim. Maybe he's just used to it, not just because of Bones, but also, and most importantly, because of Spock. ]

/fin?

[blackfire]

（ that's a... charitable view of him, perhaps. ）

Perhaps.

（ it's said agreeably, but he's still smiling faintly — and he shakes his head, returning to his tea.

he's contented to sit in silence for the remainder of james' visit — contented in the company. ）