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Alistair: *Yawn.* Want anything to drink?
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Alistair: Come in. *He waves Shadow in.*
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Alistair: Just messing with you, what do you want?
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Alistair: ¿Qué? *He blinks.*
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*Alistair opens it, with a cup of tea in his hand.* Alistair: Buenos d
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*Mutters something and goes back to bed, cuddling with Jade.*
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You'll ruin the wedding...
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You shove him out the airlock, you'll have to deal with Krys.... and Tala... and Reynolds, most likely. And a wolf reservation.
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Nope. And it's been a great twelve hours; I would prefer to make it twenty-four, soooo... *Shoos Shadow away.*
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*Stands up and yawns, leaving Jade in the bed, hopefully undisturbed. Then walks to the door and answers it.* What do you want, Shadow? *Is wearing nothing but hastily put on boxers.*
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OOC: Ah, okay.
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OOC: Okay... Where'd that earlier post come from? The one I replied 'What?' to.
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OOC: What?
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(*Kicks tennis balls at Shadows balls.* Rattler won't be back until one forum time... so silence for now.)
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OOC: What?
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OOC: Hi. *Wakes up, yawning, then looks around.*
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OOC: I gotta wait for Rattler! By the way, I'll be gone for the rest of the day in two hours. Band's got a competition this afternoon, and Mr. Director wants us to practice most of the day for it.
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Ensign:... This sh*t ain't going to go down well...
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*His TRIBBLE is eloctrocuted by a buzzer like object.*
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Alistair: Indeed. How did that happen? *He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.*
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Alistair: Social and business are inseparable for psychiatrists. *He relaxes.* Alistair: How are you feeling?
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Alistair: Another reason why I'm here. *Smiles.* Alistair: Now, let's get down to business.
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Alistair: Most seem sane enough. It's only the senior officers that seem to be... unstable. *He smiles.* Alistair: Mainly why I'm here.
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Alistair: I'm new. Been trying to meet all the crew personally for the past few days. *He sits and puts his feet up.*
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Alistair: Alistair Duhr, ship's counselor.
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*Alistair visits her.* Alistair: Afternoon, Commander.
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OOC: Bow chika bow wow. *Alistair types at a console. Then looks around.* Alistair: Empathy's acting up again... *He goes back to typing.*
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*Smiles.* Resistance is futile... *Kisses her.*
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Nope. Already have me started. *Jumps up and takes her in his arms.*
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No, that's anatomy. *Fake realization comes to his face.* Oh, you mean we should... okay.