[color=silver][h1][center]Wakey Wakey Part 4[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Medbay[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas wakes up on the Lunar Veil. This should go over well.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

“I said that too,” Serena agreed. “On account of you’re too pretty to be blowin’ up a mine. But that’s what the news feed said. And the sheriff in Black Burrow didn’t seem to like you too much. I betcha he put the notion in their head. But you’re in the black and safe now, ‘cept for the ghost on account of Tim says the ship is haunted but my Onii says there’s no such thing as ghosts, and since you’re the religious sort, you should be okay.” 

The sheriff. That made sense. But something else didn't, at least as far as he could tell. "Why do you keep saying I'm religious, Serena?" 

Serena looked confused. “On account of… “ She stopped and tilted her head to listen.

The sound of boot steps could be heard growing louder as they approached the med bay. "... Maybe she thinks you saw God when you got clocked on the head." Vas snorted. He was tall, and lean with mocha skin and blue eyes and his hair done up in a mohawk. He could have been older but he had a baby face that made him look not much older than Serena.

“That’s my onii, Vas,” Serena reminded him. “It’s easy to spell. V-a-s.” [i] And you are the future Mr. Serena Jat,[/i] She told herself dreamily. 

"Tea's up if you want any. Tim got some nice red apples. A whole bowlful." The punk-looking crew mate said with a bright grin. "Hey and Sleeping  Beauty is up. Any vomiting, nausea, blurry vision …" Vas asked.

"So, a nurse," Kinneas said, pointing at the punk with a look to Serena for the answer. "Not the doctor."

"Ta ma de no. I was betting you had a concussion." Vas rolled his eyes as if that should have been obvious.

Serena giggled. “He’s no nurse, he’s just my onii,” she reminded her future husband. “Tim got red apples, do you want me to bring you one? Can you eat yet? Are you hungry? Do you like red apples? And tea? Course you like tea, everyone likes tea, but do you like red apples?” she questioned, rapid-fire. 

"... I am not sure I've ever had one." His first entirely complete lie, and he didn't feel any remorse about it. It was likely he had tried every type of red apple in the entire 'Verse. "But, if the nurse is done with his assessment, I can get one myself?"

"Not a nurse don't give a houzi pigu and you never answered my question so if you fall flat on your face I win ten credits," Vas said dryly crossing his arms.

"Someone is betting in my favor." Kinneas grinned, then he admitted: "Dizziness, some. The vision cleared up almost immediately. No nausea."
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