#storiest0ld

💾 ───── he was so focused on the bite of food that he definitely missed whatever it was that abigail was saying right then. he blinked a few times and his gaze settled on her before he cleared his throat. "i uh .... thought we were taking a break." he mused with a casual sort of chuckle as he finished chewing and wiped his thumb against his cheek a bit. "sorry, are we --- is this a work and eat kinda lunch."

"I shouldn't have ignored a direct order but ... you know he would have died if i hadn't done it." / a one-liner for @storiest0ld ( beverly )

"I know the captain's worried, but..." Sam shifts in his seat, wanting to make a break for it. It's normal to be stressed after bad things happen, right? No need to make a big deal out of it.

" MA'AM, I AIN'T inclined to violence, but the next time one of these insufferable blowbags talks to me like i'm stupid, someone is gettin' thrown overboard. " he doesn't like being on the water on a good day -- as an uncertified prince of the air, despite being so new to it, he'd prefer to be in the skies away from pretentiousness -- but he wasn't here as an aeronaut. he was here as a hired gun on an expedition to temples in too hot places.

evelyn was the only person on this boat who didn't glare when he asks a question. she explained things with enthusiasm the way they should be, not with the assumption he was a fool. he liked that about her. the pretty face & piercing, intelligent eyes weren't so bad, either.

" what d'ya think: can these scholarly types swim or are their thick skulls too heavy? "

despite what her file and reputation might suggest, christine is not allergic to following orders. present her with a good, fair order, and she’ll happily follow it, even spare her superior officer whatever witty comeback is dancing behind her lips. but it’s gotta be good. logical. decent. now, that’s the word. nothing short of decent is going to get her to act without questions; it is not a game to her. if she disobeys orders, it is not for a lark, even if she is good at acting like it is — it is because it is the right thing to do.

that’s the standard she holds herself to.

which is why she completely ignores beverly’s order. sparring half a scoff in the direction of the redhead, christine shifts her attention back to the tricorder in her hands, attempting to piece together an escape with nothing more than the clothes on her back, and the smidge of luck she carries.

❛⠀⠀⠀you run. ⠀ ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀ she shoots back, something akin to a challenge sharpening her tone.

“I’m stationed on the USS Discovery…” the name was thrown out there, as if she was answering what colour the sky was, unaware of the history that was to come with the ship, how it would disappear one day in the middle of a battle and never come home. All lost. A future she knew nothing of, and seemingly, despite time travel, wouldn’t escape.

“We were on an exoplanet in the system, studying an anomaly when we were hit by an energy field.” She recalled. We were trying to get back to the ship when…” everything went wrong, and yet she couldn’t remember it clearly. “We attempted to transport back to Discovery.” Clearly it hadn’t ended well.

removing the high heel that was pinching her heel, she lets out a rather dramatic sigh. rose loves her wardrobe and accessories and shoes ( oh, the shoes! ) but the day can be rather long when her toes are blistering in restrictive footwear. especially for the days where they do nothing but sit around and let people take awfully staged photographs of how the two royal families of genovia and vobuvoria are becoming good friends. she already considers princess mia a friend, why must they make a show of it? holding the strap of the heel in one hand, she grabs mia's hand with the other, pulling her into an empty room with another dramatic sigh.

"come on, helen, it's just a little longer. don't tell me you're getting old." he teased @storiest0ld, turning around to take a look at her. to his surprise, she was further behind than he expected and it got him worried. his expression changed from amusement to worry in a second. the moment he watched her stagger, nikola was right by her side, catching her. "helen..." it was in that moment moment he noticed the scent of fresh blood. how had he missed that before? he thought it was absolutely impossible for him not to notice when she was bleeding - but apparently that assumption had been wrong.

"when did that happen? i thought you were fine." he should have been more insistent to check for injuries, but then again they barely had time to get out. still, he should have been more careful. "why didn't you say anything?" carefully, he pushed her coat aside, revealing the wound to him - it didn't look too good. "you foolish woman. we need to clean this wound. come on, let's get you settled down, we wouldn't want you to faint." a small smirk appeared on his lips anyway (to hide his worry). "unless, of course, it was your plan to fall right into my arms."

97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out.