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dizzy_land2007-11-17 01:14 pm
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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
It was, in fact, all she had left. That and her friendships. One of which was now, for all intents and purposes, on the rocks.
Go fuck yourself, Crowley.
But as furious as she was, she couldn't bring herself to say it, because that would have been too final.
So she said, "Well then, I'm sorry I misjudged you. You ever want to talk about this shit like a grown-up, you know where to find me."
And she turned on her heel and walked away. No goodbye, no fuck-off. It was the only way she could handle it.
She slammed her office door behind her.
no subject
Crowley didn't bother to react and just slogged slowly back to New Orleans Square, drawing on his reserves to make it back without collapsing. If he had to have a roommate, at least it was one who knew better than to fuck with him when he was in this kind of mood. He grabbed the first bottle on his way past the bar, went in his room, and locked the door.