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Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- knives out: marta cabrera,
- mcu: erik stevens,
- mcu: peter quill,
- one piece: rosinante donquixote,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the old guard: andromache,
- transformers: megatron
text | un: m.cabrera
[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.
one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.
she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]
βbut where are the stars?
one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.
she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]
βbut where are the stars?
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Well, thank God. Yes, please, Ms. Cabrera.
( And because it's Early-Ass o'clock, he does wait a sec before breathlessly plunging forward: )
You busy now? I can, at least, get you up to speed. Where are you from?
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You can just call me Marta, [ she insists after she gets her feet back under her. ] And I'm from Earth, [ it's still so weird she has to distinguish this, ] I'm... I've only worked with humans, so. So I don't know if I'll be that much help...
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( Marta, humans are literally the "hold my beer" folks of the universe, trust him. Bones takes his PADD out from under his arm, and gestures for her to walk with him. )
What part of Earth and when, if you don't mind my asking? ( Just to explain, a rundown of himself: ) My Earth is from 2263; I work on a starship out in deep space.
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[ forgive her, she takes a moment. her brain doesn't exactly shortcircuit, but it definitely stumbles a little, and it takes her a second or two to find her footing again. ]
2019, [ she finally answers, falling into step beside him, but also just a half-step behind in an unconscious gesture of deference. her voice sounds a little hollow, muted with wonder. ] I just work in America.
[ her hands come to lace in front of her, lips pursing on a dull taste in her mouth. not for the first time does she wonder how completely out of her depth she is here. ]
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I know this is a lot to take in. There's no rush to get started tonight, Marta.
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N-No, I. [ she tries to smile for him, hopes he doesn't see how it cracks a little around the edges. ] I'd like to, Doctor. I think it would do me well to keep busy.
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Soon they arrive before those wide double doors, and he gestures her in with him. )
Here we are.
( He gives her a low-volume tour, mindful that a handful of beds are occupied, some by those recovering from last month's mission, and two by Sam and Eleven, both in stasis.
Supplies and storage are covered, the fridges and cabinets of medicine, medical waste and sharps disposals, and all the other necessities required for running and maintaining a station infirmary. Much of it is straightforward, or at least logically in keeping with what any Earth clinic might have, if Future Tech-y in a way that's remarkably user-friendly, especially to anyone with a formal medical background. )
I wish I could say this is as loud as it gets. Do you have any questions for me?
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when he asks about questions, marta's already got a few in mind. but none of them are about the infirmary itself.
she keeps thinking back to those beds, to the sleeping bodies occupying them. ]
These people here... All of this is just because of the last mission?
[ her voice is quiet, her eyes wide and searching as they look up at him. ]
What happened?
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( McCoy keeps his explanation brief and to the point, sketching a summary of the castle they arrived at, the dreams that many fell into and the wounds they suffered as their dreams turned into nightmares. The hunt for the wizard, Remi, and his niece, Aureliah, culminating in his waking, and the return of the orb to the stationβ with its last 'taste' of several orbers.
After a beat, he pulls the stool out from under the counter for Marta, insistent she take a seat. )
Everyone in here now should be out in a day or so, aside from our stasis patients.
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her head dips in a silent gesture of gratitude, slowly taking the proffered seat.
as his words settle, she takes to looking mccoy over himself. given his attention to detail with the infirmary, she has no doubt he's taken care of everyone there to the absolute best of his ability
but what about him? it's late, after all. and here he is, still working. ]
And you, Doctor? Have you been able to get any rest?
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I'm fine.
( That's a little too quick, Doc. He realizes his coffee's gone cold through all his explanations, but he sips it anyway, and continues, blunt: )
We have plenty who know enough first aid to patch themselves up for anything minor, a few with supernatural healing--Sabriel, you may have met, she's a night owl too--and Finn's coming along in his training, but our one paramedic's in stasis right now. I'm getting by.
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instead she'll just give a slow, acknowledging nod. because he knows she knows, and sometimes that's enough. ]
Well, I'm happy to help lighten the load where I can. Don't hesitate to call on me, okay?
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Understood. It's good to have you here, Marta.