Jean: But... you might get hurt. I couldn't live... if you died, I would kill myself. *He looks at her, grief and pain in his eyes. And depression as well...*
OOC: Yeah, let's do that. 'Cause I'm not a basketball expert. *Mara laughs at Tara.* Mara: I win! Ha! OOC: Also, because she's lost at everything else...
*Jean sighs and puts his head in his hands.* Jean: the Hand, Lissan, our marriage, your sister, your cousin, these weird warminds, the Faceless people... my weird dream with the Faceless girl, and the... the doctor. The black thing in my head when I helped Tara... I'm like a danger magnate Clara. Maybe you shouldn't be…
Mara: Sure. *She rolls her shoulders.* Aerv: Why don't you take off your shirt? More flexibility that way! Mara: Shut up, you pervy Rommie. *He laughs, and she gets ready.*
Julian: Cool! *He smiles.* Mara's Quarters Mara: Yeah, right. Last I checked, I pretty much won that last fight. *She smiles and walks out of the door, brushing past her.*
Julian: So it's magic? Like... Merlin? *He tilts his head.* Mara's Room Mara: Oh well, guess we can't play then! *She shrugs, then turns to Aerv... who starts pushing her towards the door.* Aerv: Nope, you're playing basketball. Mara: But-! Aerv: Do I have to pick you up?
Julian: What's twilight? *He looks between them, confused.* Mara's Room Mara: Fine! Fine, we'll play basketball. *She smiles.* Mara: But how about two-on-two? Aerv and I against you and Luke. *Aerv raises an eyebrow, amused.* OOC: I love how Tara just ignores all the foreplay. She don't give no sh*ts!:D:P
*The medics don't find anything abnormal, besides the gene to control twilight.* Mara's Room Mara: Hey! Can I be blamed for trying to BS my way out that while in this guys arms? *Aerv purrs and let's her go.* Aerv: There, now you don't have an excuse.
*Julian starts breathing, but still looks agitated.* Mara's Door Mara: One problem. Don't know how to play basketball. *She looks at Tara with smirk.* Romulan: I can teach you! It's easy! Mara: Aerv! Come on! *He smiles.*
Prophet: I am Warmind Unit 28540396749205867, otherwise known as Prophet. You are currently on an allied ship, attacking your fellow soldiers! The Captain of this vessel would inquire that you stop immediately.
Julian: But, but, but...! *He starts hyperventilating.* Mara's Room Mara: I am not-! *The Romulan pounces on Mara, figuratively, and ensnares her in a kiss.* Romulan, after breaking off: As you can see, she's very busy... *Mara slaps his chest.* Mara: Not in front of sister, you uncivilized-! Romulan: Shush, you know you…
Julian: But... but.... What if it means something's wrong with me? *He starts biting his lip and fading in and out, phasing between there and some hiding place.* Mara's Door Mara: Uhm, I am a little busy... *She crosses her arms, and the Romulan starts sneaking up behind her, putting a finger to his lips to tell Tara to be…
Julian: Uhm... now I'm a little scared... *He gulps.* Mara's Door Mara: Of course you did! The little Rommie boy couldn't keep his mouth shut! *She turns and sticks her tongue out at him. He returns the gesture.* Romulan: Not my fault you trying to lie is just plain hysterical! Kitty's Tower *Jean doesn't come home at…
*Julian's eyes widen.* Julian: Can anyone? Mara's Door Mara: Uhm... Male Voice, chuckling: Mar, just let her in already! Mara: Fine! It's your fault though! Can't keep from laughing, you green-skinned idiot! *She laughs and gets out of the way, so Tara can see that it's the Romulan from earlier.*