[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ebc79e]Kayala Stalack[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyq3r0KuOi1r21rs4o1_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Her Quarters[hr][/center]
	
	Looking up from what she was doing, Kayala made note of the captains announcement before looking back down at the garment in her hand. Her fingers running over the rough fabric for a moment before laying it out on her bed next to the rest of the items she had put together. It would do for where they were going. Taking a deep breath she began to put the items she would not be needing this time around away. Everything had a place and she made sure it was in that place as they left. 

	Shaking her head she took a step back once she was done and took a seat on the ground. Crossing her legs she rested her hands on her knees and breathed calmly as she closed her eyes. Letting her body relax some as her shoulders rolled back and found a quiet place in her mind. She liked to take the time before they started anything like this to clear her head and focus. Cleaning the slate as it were of what she was or had to have been recently before taking on the face of another. Granted right then she only needed to clear away herself and what was that exactly anymore she didn't know. 

	Was there really anything beneath the face left or was it all stripped away at his point in her life. Every so often she had a glimpse of what she was but it was quickly lost for the job or the task. Maybe one day, when this was all over she would be able to find what she truly was or even build what she wished it would be. Wasn't that what she wished, what so many wished. To just be what they wanted to be instead of the universe telling them what to be. Some needed a clean slate but sometimes starting fresh was far harder than working with what you already had. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Morgbra Bonwoo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/will-smith-fresh-prince.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Medical Bay[hr][/center] 

	Morgbra looked over to one of the nurses, passing on few orders to finish up what they needed to do as the announcement that they were leaving came over the ships comm. The nurse getting his attention once again, him signing off on a few things before he went back to his business. Finishing up a few last minute details and getting the patients squared away before they lifted off. There wasn't much to do, a few bumps and bruises, nothing that was life threatening. 

	Once he was wrapped up he took a seat at his desk and laced his fingers together, resting his chin on them as he thought to himself. He adored Jaina and he loved her bring on the ship but he needed to find a way to better keep her under control as it were. He could tell she had not taken her meds today, it was obvious. She was always spry but not like this when she was on the meds. She was never as playful when she was on them as when she was off. Sure it took some time for them to be filtered out of her blood stream but even missing a single dose with her condition could lead to a dramatic difference.  

	He had entrusted her to take them daily so she wouldn't have to be in the medical bay as often but she was not holding to that. He didn't want to have to resort to slipping her meds to her in candies or food. He needed to figure out a way to keep her on them and have her taking them without deceit or by force. Last thing he wanted to do was confine her to her quarters or worse the medical bay and pumped full of the meds. Yet if he couldn't find some sort of middle ground, he did not know what options he had left. It was time to put that big brain of his to work. Other than just for looking snazzy in scrubs.