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Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
John was busy doodling on his notes in front of Star Tours.
He always had kept notes, but he seemed to have gotten worse about it here, where he was without his little tape recorder. They contained jotted bits of information, the ramblings of his muddy head, any little connections he wanted to keep for later. Considering how full his brain was compared to the average human, he really did need them to keep things vaguely organized.
The corner of his notes had a prowler sketched on it. It was kind of like the Peacekeeper version of an x-wing, a one man fighter with lots of firepower and maneuverability. He had accidentally clipped one on his first day in the Uncharted Territories, having been a bit disoriented from getting tossed out of a wormhole.
It was also the kind of ship that Aeryn had flown as a PK soldier.
Draw something different, John. How about that weird necklace Chiana bought on that commerce planet, the one with those bird people who had nests above the market....
He thought maybe he'd go find Daniel later, but he was pretty sure the anthropology wonder boy was giving a Latin lesson at the moment (which, intriguing as the subject was, would be a singularly useless skill for him to have back on the farm). So he contented himself with scribbles and ignored Harvey's harmonica playing at the back of his head.
((closed to John, Crowley, and I'm presuming Cayce at some point ^_^))
He always had kept notes, but he seemed to have gotten worse about it here, where he was without his little tape recorder. They contained jotted bits of information, the ramblings of his muddy head, any little connections he wanted to keep for later. Considering how full his brain was compared to the average human, he really did need them to keep things vaguely organized.
The corner of his notes had a prowler sketched on it. It was kind of like the Peacekeeper version of an x-wing, a one man fighter with lots of firepower and maneuverability. He had accidentally clipped one on his first day in the Uncharted Territories, having been a bit disoriented from getting tossed out of a wormhole.
It was also the kind of ship that Aeryn had flown as a PK soldier.
Draw something different, John. How about that weird necklace Chiana bought on that commerce planet, the one with those bird people who had nests above the market....
He thought maybe he'd go find Daniel later, but he was pretty sure the anthropology wonder boy was giving a Latin lesson at the moment (which, intriguing as the subject was, would be a singularly useless skill for him to have back on the farm). So he contented himself with scribbles and ignored Harvey's harmonica playing at the back of his head.
((closed to John, Crowley, and I'm presuming Cayce at some point ^_^))
no subject
Yes, he was attacking. He generally did when it came to defending Aeryn in any sense. And it wasn't helping, but all he could picture in his mind's eye was the last time he had seen her, asleep with one hand draped over her belly, already so protective over a child she was terrified to have. "You don't know a damn thing about what I want."
"Be careful."
"I'm pregnant, not incapacitated, John."
He kept still, as he recognized that there was little point in getting to his feet, but his hands shook a little. "And I'm glad that antagonizing people gets you off, but I'm really not in the mood to play right now. Thanks very much, go away."