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[notthatkindoforion]

Welcome to Tendi's inbox! If I don't answer immediately, it's probably because I've got my hands full with something toxic, corrosive, or chemically unstable! Or bleeding. Or all of the above! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, byyyye!

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[xangel]

Hey, uh, saw you just got assigned Angel. He and I are friends from back home.

[Friends. Well. Easier to explain than all the weirdness of their relationship.]

Dingus is in a coma. The barge kind, if nobody's explained that yet, it's more like a sleeping beauty thing than a coma in any medical sense. People just kinda. Pause for a while. He could wake up tomorrow or weeks from now. It's weird as fuck. I'm gonna take his pet, since the little guy knows me, and I'm gonna keep checking on him, 'cus, you know, friendship. Keep each other in the loop?

[closeyourfist]

You came back to the ship, yes?

Attempted spam

[whatthefudge]

Lucy gives it little more than an hour or two after the ships part for good, before tapping on the door of Tendi's cabin.

"Tendi? It's Lucy. I - I figured your cabin must be kind of a mess after all of that. Would you mind if I gave you a hand?"

text; a day after they're brought back onto the Barge

[bhaallistic]

Did you survive the conflict?

[She came pretty close to death during the last disaster, and he hasn't seen her buzzing about the infirmary or cybernetics, so there's one immediately obvious explanation.]

24 hours after they're back - voice;

[brattyremains]

I'm still annoyed.

[ He's not going to explain fully, but he figures she could guess. He's not use to feeling responsible or shadowing someone to keep their skin in place. ]

Spam - chillyflood

[whatthefudge]

By the time Lucy has emerged from the bathroom, having gone second to wash up and change into her PJs, she's already shivering. The idea of trying to tough it out under a pile of blankets feels...

...well, it feels like she's not going to get a lot of sleep.

"Um. How are you feeling, Tendi?"

There's a tiny bit of a stutter as her teeth chatter.

[artistinexile]

Good day, Tendi.

I have two questions when you are at liberty to discuss them: one professional, one personal.

Text; backdated to late December

[musicdied]

I have the data on the compound we discussed, including some attempts to refine it for stronger effect.

I've redacted some of the trial information. I don't think the human subjects are likely to be brought here, but they do not need to have that following them if they do.

Audio, backdated to 3/31

[chaos_drifter]

How close are you and Zakalwe? [They doubt he would have told anyone about his name, but he could have told her more than he had told them. She might be in a better position than they are to help him start forming connections.]

after the rescue mission - text

[surgeryandsarcasm]

[Tendi saying she would rest for 'a moment' was, of course, an understatement. Still, once they return to the Barge and John does...whatever it is John does, there's no question that she recovers in an even more impossibly short timeframe than before. Bashir doesn't plan to tell her that he finds it deeply unsettling - not because of her, but because there's no way to predict or measure what's happening, and he finds that perturbing when it's entangled with his duty of care.

As a result, he waits only long enough to know for sure that she's recovered enough for real, focused conversational engagement before he shoots her a text.]

Glad to see you up and about! I mean absolutely no disrespect to John, but would you do me the favor of easing my mind and coming to the infirmary for a quick check-up?