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*Jean cringes.* Jean: Did I mention that we don't have a med kit?
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Jean: Come on, Belle! You got this! *He notices the book, panics, then it stops glowing. He decides not to say anything...*
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And Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore...' The Raven "Nevermore", Edgar Allen Poe. That TRIBBLE! -Every angry man ever.
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*Jean watches with mild interest this time... and the book starts glowing slightly.*
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Jean: Left foot! *He's looking up from his book.*
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Jean: Bien. *He rolls forward, coming up onto his feet, and moves to a chair in the corner.* Jean: And as I said before, don't break her face to much, I have to look at it for a while now... *He sits in the chair, upside down again.*
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OOC: Thanks! Jean: Well... it does give you a little... je ne sais quoi. *He smiles at her, still upsidedown.*
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OOC: I meant it as in the 'Oo, a sexy woman walked in, let's whistle' whistle. Didn't convey that well, sorry...
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*Jean wolf whistles.*
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Jean: Salut. *He's upside down on the couch, hanging off with the book in his hands.*
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Jean: As long as you don't start kissing or anything, I'll be fine, Belle. *He smiles at her, then sits on the couch, facing away from the door, and reads a book.*
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Jean: You have my la distinction honorifique as a les Francais, ma femme. *He bows with flair.*
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Jean: What? Too non-anti-sexist for you? *He sticks his tongue out at her, then sends the message to Tara A. Along the lines of 'B*tch, you ain't got no chance!' He starts moving furniture.* Jean: You sit down, Clara. Or stretch or something, I got it.
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Jean: Maybe I should get my TRIBBLE beat, and you could play nurse? *He raises an eyebrow.*
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Jean: No, never. *He taps his chin.* Jean: Then again, I haven't really kissed anyone to tell me that... *He shrugs.*
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*And he's kissing her, holding her, but tryinghis hardest not to let anything... X-rated occur.*
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Jean: Hmm... wanna practice breathing out of our noses? *He raises an eyebrow.*
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Jean: No, no it was my fault... *He smiles at her and takes her hand.*
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I told you what it was. It's Shadow... *Rolls eyes.*
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Oh, damn. *Shakes his head at the chair.*
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*He pulls back after a good interval. Gasping.* Jean: Couldn't *Gasp.* Breath. *Gasp.*
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Jean: If it requires clothes coming off, then no. I'm fine with other things though... *He looks embarrassed.*
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(Magic people can detect magic people.)
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Jean: If you don't mind living with a spastic dork that does card tricks. *He smiles at her.* Jean: Then yes.
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No, you won't. It's just Shadow comin' out of a wormhole. *Puts his hands in his pockets and walks onto the Bridge.*
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Jean: Good, 'cause if I don't leave with you for that colony you're working on, we're never seeing each other again. *He shrugs.* Jean: And seeming as I don't have nearly enough money to get a house/hovel there myself...
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OOC: Guess their following them. First, never seen any Janeway propaganda. Second, I was trained from the age of three to kill people as quickly and silently as I can. With anything and everything. Most of that consisted of horrible, sadistic training! *Smiles at her.* And who are you to judge me?
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OOC: And a man who's been beaten and tortured all his life to become the perfect silent killing machine!:D
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Jean: Well... it depends. Wanna live together? *He raises an eyebrow, but gives the impression that this is going somewhere with a point.*
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No, TRIBBLE. You never know... *Hops on with her.*