audio; jan 18th

[backsassin]

[On the afternoon of the 18th, crewmembers will receive an audio message on their MIDs, the speaker on the other end sounding more than a little tense.]

Hey, uh, I’ve got some news for you if you live on Moro Deck. And it's... not really the good kind. [There’s the distinct pause of someone trying to think of a tactful way to put something that doesn’t easily lend itself to tact.] Long story short, there is probably a saberdart somewhere on the floor. And that saberdart might be loaded with, um... deadly neurotoxin. [At the very least, Zam seems to sound contrite about this state of affairs, and she rarely sounds contrite about anything.] It also might not be, though if you find it, I wouldn’t take any chances.

I'm looking for it now, but in the meantime, if you’re hanging around Mero Deck, you might want to keep your shoes on. And look out for something small, silver, and sharp. If you do find it, just don’t let it break the skin and you’ll be fine. [A pause.] Probably.

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[backsassin]

New thing. [She’s careful to keep her tone indifferent.] Showed up in the mail for some reason.

[imaginary_wife]

Someone's good at giving presents. Are you alright? Anything that would cause you problems by proximity?

[backsassin]

[Zam gives an unexpected laugh. It’s not a happy sound. ’Yeah, it makes me want to throw things against the wall, apparently.’] It’ll kill me as dead as anyone else if it punctures the skin, but other than that, I’m fine.

[There’s a pause. When she speaks again, her voice is quieter.] Actually, if I do find it, would you be able to run some tests on it in the medbay? I… I’d like to know the actual chemical composition.

[imaginary_wife]

That I'll do. Never hurts to have a few more horrible deadly chemicals laying around.

[It's hard to tell whether she's joking or not sometimes. In this case, she's not.]

[backsassin]

Thank you.

[Zam clears her throat.] And if I die looking for it, say something extremely rude to the captains for mailing it to me in the first place.

[imaginary_wife]

Don't worry, doll. I'll come up with all the rude words.

Just don't come visit as a corpse if you can help it, okay?

[backsassin]

[Zam chuckles despite herself.] Knew I could count on you.

Don’t worry, I’m not planning on it.

[imaginary_wife]

It occurs to me I might be able to help you look without having to step into the hallway.

[backsassin]

Really? How's that?

[imaginary_wife]

I have a surgery and repair drone. I can see with it.

[And she's been having to use it more than usual.]

[backsassin]

Sure. Send it over. Another pair of eyes can't hurt.