#s/tar t/rek

[tvfish]

Some people aren't equipped to handle polywater intoxication

[darehearts]

i'm busy at work so i can't elaborate too much rn but i am so excited that my blog is so close to its next 100 beloveds  !!!!!!!

[moved2stagnantspaces]

Brain is focused more on the caretaking aspect for my feeding kink rn. Have no idea how to go about it and much too tired to figure it out currently.

Thinking about Cam giving L/ondo direct control on his eating habits. Since he can't be responsible for his own health anymore.

And L/ondo attentively and lovingly making sure that Cam gets more than enough to eat every day. Because Cam deserves it.

[dustified]

hi, hello, welcome to my adhd hellscape of a multimuse

[cagedchoices]

Okay so this is a second attempt at trying to make kind of a age/appearance reference sheet while also tying in a small amount of verse info so here's hoping that it will actually kind of make sense this time?? Especially since I don't really use icons very much anymore and I get the feeling that sometimes it can be hard to get a feeling for what Caleb would look like outside of the context of W/estworld. Even I kinda forget from time to time so this is for my benefit as much as anyone's. Under a cut because it's long.

SEASON 3 PRE-CANON

ignore the fact that this is a 40 year old man for just a second, everyone keeps casting him in projects that involve playing characters who would've looked significantly different when they were younger and we all just. keep letting him get away with it?? (lookin at you E/l C/amino... also the B/CS cameos...)

Realistically, Caleb would've looked around THIS young when he went into the army, This was a 19/20 year old actor in this case playing a 17/18 year old character. Appearance-wise, he will look more or less like this in any verse I'm writing where he's a teenager, and also in College V1 since that's a verse where he goes to college instead of joining the army.

By the time Caleb gets OUT of the military, he'd be around 25 or 26 years old. This is what he looks like in flashbacks in the show...

This is roughly how he would look instead, although I do keep in mind that the actor was about to turn or had recently turned 30 here, he at least looked young enough to be playing a character who was 24/25 years old.

I generally envision Caleb maintaining an appearance similar to this any time I do threads in verses where he falls between the ages of 25 and 30 years old, mainly Modern V1, and maybe my yet-to-be-developed S/tar T/rek verse. When it comes to canon, it helps put into perspective just how young he still was when Serac's system completely destroyed his life. He wasn't really a kid anymore, but in a lot of ways he still kind of was.

SEASON 3 CANON

As season 3 canon goes, Caleb is 35 years old, being played by an actor who is 40 but looked pretty much the same way when he was 35. This used to be the age and appearance I'd default to for any thread based in W/estworld canon or post-season 3, and I'd also use it when I had no idea what verse I wanted to use.

SEASON 4 PRE-CANON

From the end of season 3 to roughly 1 year later, Caleb is 36 and not changed much from before, although he does seem to have let the beard grow a little longer and actually kinda be a beard. His hair grows out a little more while he's in the hospital and starts to lay flat, and he gains a small scar on his left cheek from a laceration which is held closed by butterfly stitches until it heals. We never actually see it, but I headcanon he has a scar on the right side of his abdomen, from where he got shot and had surgery to remove the bullet fragments.

I haven't used this particular appearance for much outside of a few post-season 3 threads set during the riots/war waged against Incite, as it's really not that different from season 3 canon. But maybe I should use it more?

SEASON 4 CANON

Season 4 Caleb is at least 42 years old, pretty well synced up with the actor who would've been the same age when this was filmed. I will often default to writing Caleb at this age in particular because in my experience, muses over 35yrs tend not to get as much attention as young 20-somethings or early 30-somethings, and muses over 40 frequently get even less attention in the first place.

For specific threads, I mainly use this appearance, who I call "Scruffy Caleb," in my season 4 canon and post-canon verses, and then I also use it for the verses Fidelity, Modern V2, T/LOU, P/eaky B/linders, and R/ed D/ead R/edemption. Like before, Caleb has a scar on his left cheek, and he has a scar on the right side of his abdomen. If I'm writing any sort of AU where the events of season 4 happen but human Caleb manages to survive, he gains a new scar on the left side of his abdomen.

[bitegore]

alphabet transliteration rules etc etc

VOWELS (no dipthongs, say every vowel)

a - ah like in odd e - eh like enter i - aye like in eye (or, like, I) o - oh like in open u - u like in ooh y - yu like in you (yuh sound included, unlike in u)

CONSONANTS

c - a click. sort of a k-h sound. like. if actor is a word pronounced like this, it goes ahkk-(eh)tor. like saying doctor in a stereotyped german accent cc - hebrew ch sound, like in chai d - d g - voiced g h - voiced h j - regular j like in "joy" jj - ch like in "chapter" k - hard stop/pause, sort of a quiet (g)/(k) sound kk - spoken K sound, normal k l - l m - m n - n b - b - like a soft p p - p - regular p/hard b r - trilled r rr - longer/harder trilled r (like rrrrrrr rather than rr) s - s t - t v - v or f, depending on which is "flows" easier to say. not distinguished. older transcription systems use fs instead sometimes. z - zh like "je" in "je ne sais quoi" or the s in "asia" ' - unvoiced h, like the secret h in "everest" before the vowel or the h in "white" after the w. rare, largely appears in words with long strings of consonants (syetkk'vri, pronounced syoo-et-k(uh)-vri, would be unpronounceable without it)

VECTORS

LOCATION VECTORS

moving/on a locational vector - sole (suu-leh) still/anchored/not vectoring anywhere - byake (byuu-ah-(g)eh)

toward self - dyk- sole dykka (dyuu-kah) out from self - tak - sole takkes (tahk-ess) parallel to self - [empty] - sikke (sigh-keh)

vertical (z) - pye - sole pyete (pyuu-eht-eh) horizontal (x / east-west) - 'vros - sole evrus ( ev-roos) horizontal (y / north-south) - kkiste - sole kkistakke (kice-tak-eh)

vertical (z) up/to surface - pyelite (pyuu-ehl-ite-eh) vertical (z) down/to ground - pyalu (pyuu-ahl-ooh)

to open - sev - sole sevrekk (sehf-rek) to wall - kkyk - sole kkykkot (kyuu-kote)

west-of-self (translated often as "right" when used metaphorically) - kkye - sole kkyes (kyuu-ehs) east-of-self (translated often as "left" when used metaphorically) - set - sole setke (set-keh) south-of-self (translated often as "forward" when used metaphorically) - teki - sole tekeit (teh-(g)eh-eyet) north-of-self (translated often as "backward" when used metaphorically) - aru - sole aryok (ahr-yuu-oh(g))

horizontal (x) west-of-self to open- vroskkysev (vross-kyuu-sehv) horizontal (x) east-of-self to open- vroset'tev (vross-ehttev) horizontal (x) west-of-self to wall- vroskkykkuk (vross-kyuu-koo(g)) horizontal (x) east-of-self to wall- vrosesekkyk (vross-ehs-ehk-yuu(g)) horizontal (x) west-of-self - vroskkye (vross-kyuu-eh) horizontal (x) east-of-self - vroset (vross-set)

horizontal (y) south-of-self - kkisteki (kice-te(g)-eye) horizontal (y) north-of-self - kkistaru (kice-tar-roo) horizontal (y) south-of-self to open - kkistekisev (kice-te(g)-eye-sehv) horizontal (y) north-of-self to open - kkistarusav (kice-tar-roo-sahv) horizontal (y) south-of-self to wall - kkisteikkyk (kice-teh-eye-kyuu(g)) horizontal (y) north-of-self to wall - kkistarkkyuuk (kice-tar-roo-kyuu(g))

TEMPORAL VECTORS

still/this moment (RARE word) - byesti (byuu-ah-steye) "on a temporal vector"/at any other point in time or experiencing time in motion - siste (sigh-steh)

south-temporal/forward in the future - teki - siste tekearr (teh-(g)eh-ahrrrrr) north-temporal/backward in the past - aru - siste aryorr (ahr-yuu-orrrr) in parallel/at the same time - siku - siste sikyuarr (si(g)-yuu-ahrr)

zero point - point of calibration, compass-location - byaksikketkka (byuu-ah-si-ket-ka)

[chakotayaulait]

So finally that damned last list is done, even a writing that I was really proud of. I almost thought about giving up, and that's because my girlfriend who I've been with since middle school broke up with me a day before I finished that writing. I just thought about deleting everything, resetting myself like usual but I didn't. I wasn't able to work on it anymore that night but the next day, I put on the P aradise soundtrack and edited it all day to forget about everything. It worked about, and now I'm obsessed with P aradise and S tar T rek for their ability to distract me from reality. I've been gaming, writing and especially drawing a lot more since I've lost my source of love. Really, what better to forget about a breakup than dating games?? So, for the first time in a long time I'm regrettably single and it fucking hurts. I've become simultaneously worse and better at creating, worse because my natural bitter and spiteful nature can't be held back and better because it's all I can do right now. I don't roleplay on here anymore, all roleplay has been moved onto https://lustthatdestroys.tumblr.com/ which also doubles as nsfw roleplay blog in general. Though I like what I like and I'll be very picky, especially now when I need the best to play with me. I'll also probably be changing my persona's looks I hate my hair and maybe my name too I don't know, but I am still a man so don't forget that.

S tar Trek: E nterprise, M/M, A rcher/R eed, Oral Vore

P aradise, M/M, S himada/A zuma, Cooking Vore

P aradise, M/M, H ongou/A zuma, Oral Vore

M onogatari, M/F, K oyomi/M ayoi, Cooking vore

[darehearts]

what chris pine movie do i get drunk to tonight  ?

[red-the-dragon-writes]

Have some fantasy linguistic nonsense, because I love making my life harder for no reason.

a couple notes: pronunciation guide contained under the cut, this is very much a work in progress conlang where i'm doing experimental stuff for no good reason, and I have no conjugation stuff set in stone yet.

the language is called du-a-kkyreityr (subject to change because it doesn't fit what i got) and you say it really far in the back of your throat. i don't have a lot of other words because i'm working on this first. it's slow going because i literally don't need this for anything, i'm just doing it anyway because the idea of groups of people not having their own languages is like mildly upsetting to me for no good reason LMAO

LOCATION VECTORS

moving/on a locational vector - sole (suu-leh) still/anchored/not vectoring anywhere - byake (byuu-ah-(g)eh) toward self - dyk- sole dykka (dyuu-kah) out from self - tak - sole takkes (tahk-ess) parallel to self - sikke - sole sikke (sigh-keh) vertical (z) - pye - sole pyete (pyuu-eht-eh) horizontal (x / east-west) - 'vros - sole evrus ( ev-roos) horizontal (y / north-south) - kkiste - sole kkistakke (kice-tak-eh) vertical (z) up/to surface - pyelite (pyuu-ehl-ite-eh) vertical (z) down/to ground - pyalu (pyuu-ahl-ooh) toward open/wider space (denoted open elsewhere) - sev - sole sevrekk (sehf-rek) toward wall/ground/enclosed (denoted wall elsewhere) - kkyk - sole kkykkot (kyuu-kote) west-of-self (translated often as "right" when used metaphorically) - kkye - sole kkyes (kyuu-ehs) east-of-self (translated often as "left" when used metaphorically) - set - sole setke (set-keh) south-of-self (translated often as "forward" when used metaphorically) - teki - sole tekeit (teh-(g)eh-eyet) north-of-self (translated often as "backward" when used metaphorically) - aru - sole aryok (ahr-yuu-oh(g)) horizontal (x) west-of-self - vroskkye (vross-kyuu-eh) horizontal (x) west-of-self to open- vroskkysev (vross-kyuu-sehv) horizontal (x) west-of-self to wall- vroskkykkuk (vross-kyuu-koo(g)) horizontal (x) east-of-self - vroset (vross-set) horizontal (x) east-of-self to open- vroset'tev (vross-ehttev) horizontal (x) east-of-self to wall- vrosesekkyk (vross-ehs-ehk-yuu(g)) horizontal (y) south-of-self - kkisteki (kice-te(g)-eye) horizontal (y) south-of-self to open - kkistekisev (kice-te(g)-eye-sehv) horizontal (y) south-of-self to wall- kkisteikkyk (kice-teh-eye-kyuu(g)) horizontal (y) north-of-self - kkistaru (kice-tar-roo) horizontal (y) north-of-self to open - kkistarusav (kice-tar-roo-sahv) horizontal (y) north-of-self to wall - kkistarkkyuuk (kice-tar-roo-kyuu(g))

TEMPORAL VECTORS

still/this exact moment without any temporal changes whatsoever/ "the blink of an eye" - byesti (byuu-ah-steye) "on a temporal vector"/at any other point in time or experiencing time in motion - siste (sigh-steh) south-temporal/forward in the future - teki - siste tekearr (teh-(g)eh-ahrrrrr) north-temporal/backward in the past - aru - siste aryorr (ahr-yuu-orrrr) in parallel/at the same time - siku - siste sikyuarr (si(g)-yuu-ahrr)

PRONOUNCIATION GUIDE

VOWELS (no dipthongs, say every vowel) a - ah like in odd e - eh like enter i - aye like in eye (or, like, I) o - oh like in open u - u like in ooh y - yu like in you (yuh sound included, unlike in u) CONSONANTS c - a click. sort of a k-h sound. like. if actor is a word pronounced like this, it goes ahkk-(eh)tor. like saying doctor in a stereotyped german accent cc - hebrew ch sound, like in (hebrew) chai or english ugh sound d - d g - voiced g h - voiced h j - regular j like in "joy" jj - ch like in "chapter" k - hard stop/pause, sort of a quiet (g)/(k) sound kk - spoken K sound, normal k l - l m - m n - n b - b - like a soft p p - p - regular p/hard b r - trilled r rr - longer/harder trilled r (like rrrrrrr rather than rr) s - s t - t v - v or f, depending on which is "flows" easier to say. not distinguished. older transcription systems use fs instead sometimes. z - zh like "je" in "je ne sais quoi" or the s in "asia" ' - unvoiced h, like the secret h in "everest" before the vowel or the h in "white" after the w. rare, largely appears in words with long strings of consonants (syetkk'vri, pronounced syoo-et-k(uh)-vri, would be unpronounceable without it)

[thethem]

I was in the mood for a Garashir sickfic. Didn't have a lot of time to proofread and scribbled it down way too fast but I was craving and out of fics.

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Garak was waiting at their usual table for twenty minutes now. It was quite rare that Doctor Bashir was late to their weekly lunch. Of course, Garak knew that the he was a busy man - especially so the last week. There was some sort of psychic illness that only affected the bajoran habitants of the Station and it turned out to be letal in some cases, so Julian worked 24/7 when Kira was infected. Gladly, he found a cure and Garak hoped his companion had found the time to read that cardassian novel he gave him.

After thirty minutes had passed, he decided to go to the infirmary to see what kept the physician from joining him.

The only personnel to be found was a bajoran nurse and when Garak asked for Bashir, she told him that the Doctor went to his quaters two hours ago and only wanted to be disturbed in case of an emergency.

This was interesting. Garak shortly considered returning back to his store but he had a feeling that something was off.

It took a few minutes until Julian answered the doorball. "Garak? What are you... oh no, I forgot our lunch! I'm really, really sorry. I..."

"No need to apologize, I just wanted to see if there was another medical catastrophy keeping you from eating proper meals."

"No, not at all. On the contrary, there wasn't a single..." Julian squeezed his eyes shut as if he was in pain and Garak noticed a sheen of swaet on the humans forehead. "Are you alright, my dear?"

The CMO shook his head and leaned heavily against the wall "Yes, yes, sorry. Just... tired."

"Tired?" Garak asked in disbelive. "I may not be an expert in human physiology but I think you do look a bit unwell. May I suggest you sit down for a moment?"

Julian nodded and swayed at the attempt to move from the wall. Was he supposed to look that pale?

Garak intervened and grabbed Bashirs arm to support him. "Let me help you. Careful, you positively look like you are about to faint."

With Elims help, Julian sat down on the couch and was shaking now. "I'm sorry. I feel a bit lightheaded. It'll pass."

"I'm sure it will, but what caused it?"

"Just tired." Julian repeated.

"Oh no, my dear Doctor, I do not think so. And you don't think so, either, do you?"

Before he could answer, Julian buried his nose in the crook of his arm and stifled three rapid sneezes "Hng'ishh...h'ishhu...sh'huu... ugh, sorry. I think I caught some sort of virus".

"You certainly did. Isn't there a cure?"

"Well, there is. But you have to take it within the first 48 hours and are supposed to rest for at least a day for it to work properly."

"And you had no time to rest, I guess?"

"The medication to cure this virus takes at least five hours to allivate the symptoms and I didn't have that much time so I took... I took something to supress the symptoms instead and seemingly it made everything worse." The last words nearly got lost in a coughing fit.

Garak went to the Replicator and came back with a glass of water.

"You do sound awful. Any chance a cardassian could catch it?"

"No... it's... a hu... human virus." Julian wheezed inbetween coughs.

The tailor sat down next to him and helped him to slowly drink a few sips.

"Then I do think I could close up my shop in time today and we reshedule our meal to dinner in your quaters."

"I'm not sure I'm making good company today."

"You do not have to, my dear Doctor. You rest now and later I'll make sure you're eating some soup. Do you need anything before I go?"

"Nah, I'll get some sleep, thank you." He closed his eyes and lay down right on the couch. Garak went for a blanket and put it gently over the already asleep physician before he left.

Tbc?

[meforeverz]

Some S/tar T/rek D/S9 snzcanons because why not.

Julian: Horrible at stifling, allergic to some perfumes. Usually just sneezes in singles. Sounds something like H’IshhU!

Kira: Sneezes in fits (headcanon that all Bajorans do, even when they aren’t pregnant) is allergic to some Bajoran flora and seems to be mildly allergic to some earth flowers as well. H’kchh!

Jadzia: Very good at stifling. Jadzia herself doesn’t have any allergies, but some of her old hosts used to. So when she’s around a lot of allergens she used to be allergic to it can trigger a reaction anyway, even though she’s not really allergic. High pitched doubles. E’kkiew!

[totallynotafetishblog]

Smoke

I've been inspired by @dodecahedral's excellent A/nakin fics and my brain has been All Star Wars All The Time for months, so I wrote a little ~870 word Ob/i-w/an thing set in the Clone Wars-era. Enjoy!

The grimy Coruscant back alley reeked of alcohol and delinquency. Obi-Wan and Anakin were searching for a mobster who was reportedly involved with a Separatist plot to kidnap Senator Organa, and their investigation had brought them to this seedy club in the lower levels. The club was invite-only, and the bouncer had proven surprisingly resistant to mind tricks, forcing the two Jedi to lurk out back until their mobster slipped out or they came up with a better plan.

Anakin glanced down the alley. "If we stay here much longer, someone's going to take notice. We have to find a way in."

"I'm open to suggestions," Obi-Wan replied.

"We could always try the employee entrance."

"I have a feeling we'll run into a similar problem as we did with our friend at the front door. I'm not sure we'll be able to slip past security so easily."

"Do you have any better suggestions? Because so far, your plan has consisted of standing in an alleyway and hoping the person we're looking for stumbles into us."

Obi-Wan sighed and put his hand to his chin. "I suppose the employee entrance is worth a shot."

Before they could discuss their plan further, the door slid open and a grizzled human man stepped out, no doubt some bartender on a break. He leaned against the wall, pulled a cigarra out of his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag.

Anakin gave the man a once-over then turned to Obi-Wan, his voice low. "What do you think? Think he could be persuaded to let us in?"

Obi-Wan smirked. "Leave it to me." He crossed the alley, approaching the bartender who looked up as Obi-Wan neared and blew out a puff of smoke.

"Can I help you?" the man asked in a way which suggested he had no intention of helping.

Obi-Wan tried to ignore both the man's tone and the thick cloud of cigarra smoke swirling around their heads. Having never been a smoker himself, he didn't know much about the varieties of cigarras, but this particular kind had a pungent, earthy smell which he found unpleasant.

"Indeed you can." Obi-Wan raised his hand in front of the bartender's face and spoke slowly. "You will..." A poorly timed inhale filled Obi-Wan's nose and lungs with smoke, and his body was overcome with the urge to free itself from the irritant. Knowing that the mind trick would fail if he broke concentration, Obi-Wan attempted to power through and pay no attention to the tickling sensation.

“You wi-ih-ll...” The itch spiralled deeper into his sinuses, demanding Obi-Wan’s attention. He needed to sneeze. He wouldn’t, not yet, but the need grew stronger with every passing moment. "You will let my friend and I-ih-HIH!"

He was desperate to rub his nose or blow it or do something, anything, to quell the nagging itch, but he didn't dare move and let his focus falter. Even as his eyes began to water and his voice wavered, he refused to give in and again tried to finish his sentence, much more quickly this time, the words running together. "You-will-let-my-friend-and-I-enter-this-establishment."

The man snorted. "I most certainly will not."

Well, that had been a bust. He knew that, realistically, his concentration had been broken the second he felt the itch, but he had hoped that somehow, if he fought it, he could still pull off the mind trick. No point holding back now, anyway. Obi-Wan brought the sleeve of his robe over his nose and let the growing tickle overtake him. "hi'ISHhhiew! ESHhhiew!" He had never been prone to long fits, but the effect of the smoke was profound. Blinking back irritated tears, he surfaced for a breath before immediately folding back over into his sleeve. "ATSHhhOO! hih'ITSHhOO! hih-ih... HIH'SHhIEW!"

"Dank farrik, man. What's wrong with you?" Despite his gruff tone, the bartender reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag which he offered to Obi-Wan. The Jedi accepted it to avoid being rude, though he had a handkerchief of his own buried in his robes and he dreaded to think where the rag had been.

"My deepest apologies," Obi-Wan said after blotting his nose. "Have a good night."

Obi-Wan crossed the alley back to Anakin, the bartender shaking his head in confusion before taking another drag on his cigarra.

Anakin glared at Obi-Wan. "What was that?" he asked, gesturing back toward the bartender.

Obi-Wan sniffed and tended to his nose again. "It's that blasted smoke. I've always hated the smell."

"Seriously, Obi-Wan?" Anakin said with a smirk. "Let me handle this."

Obi-Wan prepared to shoot back with a snappy retort or a plea to be careful or something somewhere in between, but Anakin was already striding over to the bartender and waving a hand in front of his face. The bartender's expression went blank and he opened the door, ushering Anakin inside. Anakin beckoned Obi-Wan over. He followed, a bizarre combination of pride and embarrassment mixing in his chest that his former Padawan had succeeded where he failed. Inside the club, it was musty and dim and, unfortunately, cloudy with cigarra smoke. Obi-Wan sniffled, sighed, and braced himself for what was sure to be a long night.

[writeouswriter]

Me? Creating an entirely new sci-fi universe on a whim? It’s more likely than you think.

[snztrash]

i am desperate enough for snz smut that i am considering actually interacting on the blue hell site instead of lurking just so that they’ll verify my age... someone quick stage an intervention

[buckbuckleys]

i will have One conversation with the crush and overthink it for the next two days. GOD. i’d like to turn my brain OFF please. and it’s not even like anything is going to happen, I’m not being cynical or pessimistic but like, we’ve been chatting/friends for two years. if something was going to happen, it would have by now! those are the facts.

[thethem]

I'm an overworked physician and someone had to suffer for it so here's a sick and mieserable CMO

Exhaustion

 

It wasn’t really unusual that Bones didn’t show up for dinner if he was too busy. But today it was quite relaxed on the Enterprise. Nothing happened. Maybe McCoy was still doing paperwork and forgot about the time. So the captain decided to bring him some food down to sickbay while Spock went back to the bridge.

Even down in medbay nothing was going on. Really nothing. Not a single bed was occupied. But the doctor deserved some rest after the last weeks of constant trouble. Epidemics, injured crew members, the full program. Kirk knocked at��the office door and entered without waiting for a reply.

“Bones, I have some… Bones, are you alright?”

The surgeon sat on his desk, head resting on his arms, face buried in his right elbow.

“Go away” he hissed.

“I have some pasta with…”

“I’m not hungry. Just leave me alone, Jim.” McCoy muttered hoarsely without looking up. His shoulders rose while he inhaled deeply before he sneezed harshly into his elbow. “HECHH’EEWW”

“Bless you.” Jim said and came closer. “Are you ill?”

“No, I’m sneezing my aching head off just for fun. HEH… HEESHOO!” He still remained in the same position so Jim wasn’t able to see his face.

“Why are you down here? M’Benga should…”

“M’Benga is sick.”

“Still? Yeah, I see. But you are perfectly fine.” Kirk saw his friends’ body moving up and down again with deep breaths announcing another sneeze.

“Heh… ehhh… Heshoo! Echhew! ‘CHEW! Ugh…”

Jim put one hand on McCoys back. “I could ask Christine to give you some hypos.”

“Forget it. Won’t work. HECHH’EEW! I pushed myself the last five day with hypos. The last two days I had to overdose them to… ETCHH’EHHO… to have any effects. I tried, didn’t work today. ‘TCHHEW!”

“You did what? Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“Jim, please, go. I need a few minutes…” Bones was exhausted. He had to work about fourteen hours a day for the last two weeks. Every. Damn. Day. M’Banga had caught a bad case of the flu so McCoy had to do everything by himself and the whole ship was in chaos after their last exploration.

“A few minutes? You need a day off. Better two or three. Go to your quarters. That’s an order. I’ll manage everything.”

Now Bones lifted his head and looked at Jim with glassy eyes. “But...”

“No. Stop it. I told you it’s an order. Everything will be fine, trust me. I’ll exchange this” he showed the box with pasta “and bring you some soup later. And I’ll give you a report so you can be sure the universe won’t perish if you take some days off, okay?

“Thank you, Jim.”