Case # 5: Voice

[19centconstable]

[Enjoy the sound of George's dulcet, Newfinese tones. Like Ireland rolled off of Canada the morning after, and Canada was like, 'You'll call me, eh?', but Ireland totally never called.]

I'd like to speak to Mr. William Pratt, if I may, and also a Dr. Capa?

And also any member of the infirmary staff, when you have a moment. I don't believe it's an emergency.

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[bigbad]

What about her?

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

She seemed to have a cough. A rather bad cough.

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[bigbad]

Yeah. Tuberculosis. Nasty business, especially back then. Won't kill her, though.

[His voice is tight and guarded. His tone is sort of flip, but this is actually a pretty painful memory.]

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Yes it is.

I know this may be difficult to discuss, but I was wondering what steps, if any, you've taken towards disinfection. Do you know what areas of the ship she might have frequented besides your cabin?

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[bigbad]

Probably not many. She wasn't big on moving around during her last days.

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Of course. But she was here for several days, so she must have eaten something. Are there dishes in your room?

I suppose that your...lifestyle choice makes exposing your quarters to sunlight complicated.

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[bigbad]

My "lifestyle choice?" Of drinking blood and being allergic to holy objects and sunshine? [That is definitely some amusement and disdain in his tone.] Yeah, that was a big choice I made.

Anyway, where exactly would we get sun in the middle of outer space?

And no, no dishes. Not like I'd keep any food she'd want around anyway.

I know she went to Buffy's room for tea as well.

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

What would you call it?

That is another complication. Hopefully soap and airing will be enough.

She'll have to be informed, then.

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[bigbad]

We have to call it something? It's just me being a bloody vampire.

Also the reason I'm not so worried about airing out my room. I'll not catch it, and shouldn't the Admiral be taking care to make sure the people he brings here don't spread horrible diseases?

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose not.

He should, but can we be sure that he has? I would rather be safe than sorry.

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[bigbad]

Yeah, all right I guess.

[Ugh, he hates this whole situation. And sort of wishes he could have talked to his mum.]

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

And...I'm sorry about your mother, sir. She seemed like a splendid woman.

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[bigbad]

She died a century ago. I'm not one to linger over old wounds.

[...he does appreciate it, though. He's just being surly.]

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[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

Of course, but: just the same.

[Some of George's best friends are surly.]