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[foes]

[ this ever so slightly mangled super soldier had a slight mishap during the anti gravity—slash—space walk excitement a couple of weeks back. took an inordinately hard hit to his inordinately hard head, and he's been in a quasi mini coma ever since. though his vitals never seemed to sink too low, that was probably a worry for his pals when there isn't too much in the way of medical treatment on board this ghostly husk of a ship.

exactly how many times is this jerk going to pull a snow white in his lifetime, anyway?

now that he's struggled sluggishly awake, bucky honestly wouldn't blame someone for punching him.

first thing's first, though, as he silently pushes the tendrils of monsters and their ephemeral claws back from the dark corners of his mind —

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he's the worst of all

— there's the hunger. ]

don't suppose anyone's found any source of food on this hunk of junk besides the replicators? seriously anything. really stale protein bars. rotten fruit? i used to eat MREs like a fine delicacy, promise i ain't picky.

just not too keen on falling back into the hallucination side effects right now.

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audio; un: envoy

[resleeves]

Well, I've got this steak dinner just going to waste here...

[ god, he fucking wishes he did. he'd been considering just starving himself a time or two in order not to eat the shit that was stocked in this station. ]

Any cool hallucinations?

[ getting right to the important stuff! ]

audio

[foes]

[ tone sarcastically pleasant — really just teasing: ]

Ohh, yeah. I see. You're one of those asshole types. Neat. [ a pause. ] You mean didn't have any? Lucky bastard.

Re: audio

[resleeves]

Oh, I prefer the term difficult.

[ no, he was an asshole. ]

I didn't. When the hell did you have hallucinations? I've been drunk a few times and I've only seen the shit I tend to see.

[ ghosts, stars, grey walls. nothing fun, nothing that would make him sit up and take notice. ]

[foes]

'Bout eight weeks ago. The first round of us woke up, found the mess hall. Should've waited, knew better.

[ a beat. ]

What kinda shit do you see?

[resleeves]

Ghosts.

[ he says it so breezily that it's going to be hard to figure out if he's telling the truth or if he's fucking around. again.

but, even here, so far removed from earth, she was still making her presence known. ]

And stars.

[foes]

Well. Ain't that a kick.

[ sounds of material rustling as bucky settles back in his seat, processing that.

seems like they have some things in common. parallels. could be good or bad. (could be very bad, as far as the rest on board are concerned.) ]

Specific triggers?

[resleeves]

[ huh. seems like this guy believes him. well, now he's either gotta keep going or pull back and say he was lying. he's not exactly rushing to tell anyone about quell but maybe he can just keep a lot of specifics out of it. ]

None.

[ quell just likes to show up when she wants to show up. she played by no one's rules. ]

I'm fragged in the head. Happens when it wants to happen.