after the dream of falling & calling your name out, these are the roots of rhythm & the roots remain

[straightontilmorning]

Jim's learned several nifty things about her PINpoint while she was confined to quarters. One is that yes, she could program in coordinates for transportation, and managed to test it on a few inanimate objects with 100% success rate. She wasn't sure yet if she wanted to use it on herself - she didn't have anything against transporters, unlike Bones, but she wasn't sure she trusted it solely to a device she could hold in the palm of her hand.

Another was that, in addition to sending text communication to other PINpoints, you could send cartoon faces for emphasis of emotions. After an hour of lying on her bed staring at the ceiling ensuing a dream - she refused to consider them nightmares, just slightly troubling constructs of her mind that sometimes wouldn't go away afterwards - after that, she found herself reaching for her PINpoint and selecting an appropriately hopeful, sad, and above all pathetic face to send to Bones with her text.

Pax?

Luckily, it was morning already for Bones' shift, or that might have hurt her case more than helped it.

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[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

"I do," he replied with a slight sigh. He noticed the entrance of Helen into the room, and silently filed that information - and Jim's seemingly lack of reaction - away to mention later.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

She'd be pleased that she showed no sign of reaction. Somewhere, though, the readouts for the monitor she's wearing were going crazy: elevated heartrate, et hoc genus omne.

Which was possibly why she was plotting a course to the doors that did not cross the doctor's path. Just because she knew they were faked didn't mean the feelings went away.

[hesdead-jim.livejournal.com]

Oh, he'd catch those readings at some point. Still, he walked out with her, keeping a very close eye on her.