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[gotgreenmagic]

FYI:

Kirk's disappeared. As of maybe twenty minutes ago. His room's empty.

[And if you think that she spent the twenty minutes between then and now swearing and kicking things you are basically correct.]

Comments

[notarrowette]

He's gone? Again?

[PAUSE. Now someone's cranky.] Well, that's just terrific.

[gotgreenmagic]

Yeah, again.

He kind of vanished from the network mid-conversation so I don't think it was actually his fault this time.

[this is not to say she does not still blame him.]

[notarrowette]

Small favors, huh? [Cissie agrees with and shares that irrational blame.]

[gotgreenmagic]

Infinitesimal.

[Private]

Want to spar sometime today?

[Private]

[peektuttut]

[He is making a guess at what happened during those twenty minutes.] Break anything?

[Private]

[gotgreenmagic]

...

I'm really getting better at not destroying my own furniture? On the other hand, I think I fractured a toe when I kicked what used to be his stupid Starfleet door.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

You might want to get that checked out.

Re: [Private]

[gotgreenmagic]

It'll heal by itself. I've had worse.

[tatty_bye]

Your Warden, if I remember correctly?

[gotgreenmagic]

You do and he is. Was. Is.

[mightymorbid]

Yeah, I'll lose sleep over that one.

Don't suppose he left an excuse this time?

[gotgreenmagic]

No. We were talking over the network and his end just went dead. I don't think he actually meant to go this time.

Private.

[you_run_i_chase]

Hurt anything?

Want a drink?

Re: Private.

[gotgreenmagic]

Just my pride.

Later? I need to go to the gym for a little bit.

Re: Private.

[you_run_i_chase]

Alright. Just let me know.

Private + 4-5 hours

[gotgreenmagic]

You still want that drink? I have scotch, and...some other stuff, I've been slipping bottles out of the bar every so often.