In Sickness and In Health [Closed]

[shepard]

[April 8]

Bashir motherhens a sick Shepard, but at least he doesn't say "I told you so."

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Gorram everything [[Open]]

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Zoe has had it completely with everything on this station. She's calmed down so the paranoia isn't keeping her in her room, she's accepted the fact she doesn't get a gun and that they're all stuck. She's even talked to a few other people. But what she hates, more than anything right now, are these gǒu shǐ replicators.

All she wants is something alcoholic, and she wants it to be strong. After meeting with that doctor who she now knows more about than she cares to, she just wants a good drink. Not two or three - just one good drink. When she does use the replicator, most days, whatever food comes out doesn't matter. She's lived on solid protein bars before that taste about as good as trying to eat her sweatshirt. So, she never gets too specific. This is the first time she's actually tried asking for whiskey.

The first time she gets apple juice, she puts it aside and tries again, and again she gets juice. She says 'scotch' then, instead of whiskey. That gives her tea. She goes back to whiskey and there it is again. Juice. She tries 'rum' and gets some kind of carbonated thing.

"Gǒu niang yǎng de! Whiskey! WHISKEY. ALCOHOL." There's a kick.

And suddenly an armful of apple juice boxes appear and she hangs her head in defeat, closing her eyes for a second.

(just a whole lot of cussin'. Use your imagination!)