*clearing up room after a particularly spectacular poker party*
*head still hurts*
*cannot figure out whose boxers these are, with the little blue and green fish on them, must be Warren's, can't really remember much past the Macarena dancing*
*hears computer beep*
*throws boxers in laundry hamper and goes to check it out*
Kelby? What the fuck? Why the hell is he writing to me?
Future of... oh, for fuck's sake.
*throws on some shoes and heads off to the SitRoom*
Colin's walking down the hallway towards the Situation Room after getting an... interesting letter. He sees Izzy and waves hello.
"Hi there. You uh, got one too, huh?"
God, he does look terrible! Kelby was right. Fucker.
*tucks a strand of hair behind her ear*
Yeah. Gotta say, pretty surprising to get a personal letter from Kelby. *laughs, a little nervously*
*pauses at the lift door*
So, um, you doing ok? You look a little... I dunno. Tired?
"Yeah, a little. Tired, I mean."
Colin runs a hand through his hair. The truth is, he is a lot tired. Kelby's been running him all over the ship, fixing this and that, making adjustments. You'd think the man didn't want him to sleep or something.
*looks between Colin and Kelby*
*and back again*
Colin turns at Izzy's voice and tries to explain...
His hands move vaguely, his mouth gapes like a fish, but no words come out.
He looks over at Kelby and looks pained. Then resigned.
The power of speech returns with:
"I suppose there's no harm in hearing him out."
Dillard sits down at the Situation Room table and holds his head in his hands.
*does some gaping of her own*
This must be some powerful blackmail material Kelby's got. Very not good.
*decides it would be best to stay, to have Colin's back, just in case*
*sits down on the table's edge, putting a
protective hand on Colin's shoulder*
Alright, Russel. Talk.
Kelby sits down at the table, ignoring Dillard's decent into misery.
"Ok." he spreads his hands out as he talks. "The thing is, we're taking this ship to stop the Xindi and destroy their weapon."
*blinks at him*
I mean, yeah. That's what we're doing.
What we've been doing.
Am I missing something here?
*...activates comm system in the situation room...*
Russel, it has come to my attention that Captain Archer needs medical assistance. He's insisting that he may have a concussion. He may be trying tactics to get out, but I believe he's being truthful in his accessment.
*arrives late, but meets Chang on the corridor, who looks rather crappy*
Geez, which shuttle landed on you, Chang?
Thank you for your concern, Cole - but it's none of your business.
Hey, just asking - no need to rip my head off.
*eyes her suspiciously*
*almost believes her concern is genuine*
Just sleeping badly, all right?
Yeah, I hear you. We're just sitting around doing nothing really. Time we get some action.