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*Nods.* I suspected. He kinda looks like his mother, even if his basic complexion is more similar to mine. Damn idiot Regime. I knew time travel blowback was somekind of problem...
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Did anyone inform you of the Regime's time travel capanilities? *Looks at her sadly.*
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*The results hold, also showing that the way the similarities are, TRIBBLE would most likely be a child of the Captain, rather than a brother or cousin.*
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*TRIBBLE is in fact half Trill. And has genetic similarities to the Captain.*
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*Shows a medically induced coma-like sleep. Brain function is low, but within recoverable levels.*
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OOC: No, it's an rp thread. Get yo facts straight!
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Yeah... *Sets TRIBBLE down on the biobed. Theb sits next to him.*
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No. Kid had a nervous breakdown, and I gave him something to sleep it off. Krystal said to take him down here... *Looks at TRIBBLE with worry and fascination.* He's half trill by the way.
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... *Blinks then looks at her.* Uh, yeah sure. *Picks TRIBBLE up and brings him to sickbay.*
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*She sees spots, similar to hers but a little faded.* Dear god.... I didn't expect to be right....
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*He stirs again, muttering something about death and unfair.*
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... Maybe it was a bad idea. *TRIBBLE turns, the collar that he wears high folds dwn, revealing a flash of something dark, then disappears.* What?
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OOC: Did I make it weird?
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Yeah, he would... should we check? *Rubs neck nervously with a small smile.* Just in case?
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Well, it's a time travel thing, which you can probably guess where I'm going with that. You know, son of the future, came back due to temporal shenanigans. Or task or smething. And bam, we have TRIBBLE. Like I said, crazy theory. *Tilts head.* I always did like the name Perseus though...
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*Sighs.* And probably seeing us in a close relarionship the first time shifted me into the father figure position. Of course, there is always the crazy theory, but that ones crazy... *Puts an arm over Jades shoulders.* I'm worried for him....
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What could it mean? Some psychological thing or something else? *Frowns and sits next to Jade.*
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Um, yeah... *Rubs neck.* He called me dad in the hallway to...
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I only gave him a small dose. It's one of the reasons they call it nightshade instead of just death, or whatever. In miniscule doses it 'shades' you from 'night'mares. And helps you sleep. Sure, I get more than the nonlethal dosage cause of my resistance, but I know how to change things around. Plus, it makes the tea…
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*TRIBBLE coughs in his sleep.* Uhm... are talking about the same Nightshade?
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*Shrugs.* He'll live. I've had it tons of times.
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Camamile tea, a little Nyquil, and a little thing my foster mother used to take to get rid if the nightmres. It's called Nightshade. *Smiles.* Perfectly safe. *Looks at TRIBBLE... and frowns.*
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*He leans into her, crying onto her shoulder. Watches them together for a short while, then stands up as the tears seem to start to slow. Goes over to the replicator and gets some tea, coming back as soon as Persw stops crying. Hands him the tea.* Drink this. It'll help. *TRIBBLE nods and drinks it, still wrapped in Jade's…
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*He starts wailing, crying out her name and gagging every few minutes. Grimaces and rubs his back, trying to comfort him.* It's okay TRIBBLE... it's okay.
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*He starts crying now, gagging periodically.* TRIBBLE: M-m-mom.... D-d-dad? Why did she have to die? Me:... I have no good answer, TRIBBLE... (Because the plot demanded it TRIBBLE. Sorry buddy....)
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TRIBBLE: I l-loved her... now-w she's g-gone... why her? Why? *He starts sobbing, but not loudly. Walks over and sits next to him, a hand on his back.* Me: It's okay buddy...
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*Gets a better grip on TRIBBLE, whose eyes have seemed to galze over, and walks in with him. Sets him in the couch.* He ran into me on the way here, I think... he was saying- TRIBBLE: She's dead. But... but theres no way... Me: That...
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*We stumble into the turbolift, and then stumble out of it onto the bridge, TRIBBLE keeping a solemn face the entire time, his hair blocking his face. We make it to the ready room and knock.* Uhm, 'Zilla? You have a visitor.
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*TRIBBLE hugs me tighter. He starts showing obvious signs of psychological stress.* TRIBBLE: Please, please help me, Dad. Me: Uhhhh, .... Okay? Let's get you to... *Looks at Tala.* Me: Mom first? *TRIBBLE nods and let's go slowly. He then stumbles and leans into me. I quickly support him.* Okay, easy now, buddy. One step…
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TRIBBLE: She's dead. I can't believe it, she's dead.... *Looks at Tala.* *Mouths.* Explanation?