[ This is an automated message relayed on an encrypted comms filter. It's about as vamped up as a filter can get. Nathan's voice is crisp and monotonous, like he's reading from a flight manual. ]
Comms has picked up a transmission underneath the earlier reported static. Be advised, shortly we will be making an announcement of a portion of our findings to the ship. The following audio will not be attached, however motivated individuals will no doubt discover it shortly after. Circulation is inevitable, but efforts should be made to delay such a release. All sections are advised to respond to the concerns of non-personel in a soothing and efficient manner until the message's source and purpose has been identified.
Please stand by for further details.
[ Attached: intercepted-transmission.wav; static that quite suddenly breaks into terrible screaming. ]
He's filling in for Sulu. Just remember, he's not the actual captain of the ship and he's not the one in charge down there. Don't let his presence get to you.
Hey, Nill-- this is Jenna, the one running the dinners? Anyway, I just wanted to check a couple things with you, so give me a text back when you get a chance?
No rush, it's just-- [ aaaaaaaaaaaand looking down at the screen. ]
--crap, I totally misdialed and now I have no idea who I'm talking to. Sorry about this, person who hopefully isn't the creep who looks like my ex and thinks I'm a crazy drunk.
Pending your availability and interest, I would be interested in meeting with you to discuss new arrivals, appropriate debriefings, and opinions on subject material we may attempt to tailor.
[ More and more people have been telling her to take breaks lately, and she knows she doesn't have a good reason to say no to this invitation. She's already forgotten to eat dinner, which means she needs to break anyway -- maybe tonight she'll just sleep in her room instead of staying down in the shuttle bay. ]
[so that's a Kirk in the Shuttle Bay again. he's down here enough to make an nuisance of himself to some of the crew but not enough to drive them up the wall completely. in fact, often when he's down here it's because he needs to do something with his hands. stress relief, since he doesn't fuck around as much as he'd like anymore.
he's in the ship's regulation clothing, a tank with the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and he has a grease smear on his bicep. he's also on top of a shuttle, so he straightens from his crouch when he spots Carolyn walking by with a grin.]
[ There are multiple definitions of "fuck around". Carolyn sometimes thinks that what Kirk does in the shuttle bay is one of them, but he's always useful as long as no one is getting riled up over his presence and logically she knows it's the fact that she still doesn't sleep as well as she should. Quinlan had mentioned working on machines as a kind of meditation and she's trying to focus on it, to find that inner peace, but it's getting harder and harder lately.
Still, she's not feeling too bad today, even though there's some grease on her face and her hands. That doesn't bother her. Her jumpsuit is on all the way though the top is unzipped, undershirt covering the scar on her torso, and when Kirk says something she looks around, blinks, and then looks up. ]
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