||[Jun. 7th, 2009|05:40 pm]
::dips butter knife into sauce, plopping a generous portion on napkin and using it doodle::
::nods again in a less than enthusiastic pretense of attention as twin's latest outraged rant hits crescendo, eyes scanning room for some diversion, any diversion::
::just about bounces with joy as Neelix's latest victims wander in::
::lifts hand quickly in beckoning, offering sheepish look to side when food art turns into a food projectile::
I keep forgetting.
::tries to tone down snark, reading friend's displeased look::
How are his deBorging sessions going? I could've sworn you said something about winding them down...weeks ago.
He seems human enough to me now.
Are you sure he isn't just taking advantage of your ridiculous amounts of nice and sympathy?
We're just friends, Jen. I know it's a rare concept for you, but give it a moment of consideration.
He isn't using me...and since I'm pretty sure I can see where your line of insinuation leads, poor Seven isn't using anyone either.
::bites tongue on retort to barely veiled insult...but not own opinion::
Poor Seven. That's all anyone says these days. Poor Seven! No mama, has to stare in the face of the daddy who ruined her life every day, can't even find her stinkin Borg fleet to go boss into more genocide.
That blonde bitch is smarter than any of us and she knows it. You don't really believe she isn't using all of the pity to her full advantage, do you? Sure, she's lost her family, but she's bound and determined to make sure every bit of what she has left is wrapped around her pinky finger.
She's lonely and bitter. Tom wandering around with his wide open broken heart was a beacon calling. He's putty in her hands. She'll get the happily ever after her gone and dead six year old self always dreamed of without even trying.
::slams elbow down, too livid to even take note of the throb::
I'm surprised she hasn't gotten herself knocked up and demanded a white dress yet. Still trying to find an excuse to forget the booster, I guess. Give it time...
Maybe you should take the time to learn at least a little about someone beyond ship's gossip before judging.
::drops roll, settling hands in lap and clenching them t hold back worst of anger::
She can't have kids. The Borg took her reproductive organs completely out. It would have to be a DNA extraction and surrogate, and I doubt she'd ever go for that. Not exactly a six year old's dream of happily ever after.
::straightens a little, not even bothering to fight the smug smile rising::
Well, well. Maybe I had it backward.
Now I see why Tom is with her. Failproof every time.
I'm gonna regret this the rest of my life...
::pokes sister, giving her most disapproving look::
Come on, Jen. He's not that shallow.
Sure he is.
We all know how much he's loved being a father to the first two...
Or three. Poor Linnis never did learn her human axioms. Two can keep a secret, all right...thank the lord for stupid pirate counterparts to keep the gossip flowing.
::shakes head...won't even delve into the Klingons::
::waves fork to point just beyond boss' shoulder::
::narrows eyes, not liking the decided feeling of oops rising in stomach::
::slumps a little, twisting in seat to look back::
Sweet Pete, how do they look so terrifying at times?
Oh, hi, sweetie. I didn't realize I was being so loud...
You're always so loud, you obnoxious, bleating cow.
::turns tray to empty it on floor, ignoring Talaxian making beeline over::
::lifts it again::
::slides out of chair and follows celes_tal
back a good few steps...there are times a case of mistaken identity can be really, really
::eyes half-Ocampan speculatively::
Just how far is she from being a bonafide grown up, anyhow?
::shrugs...self-defense is self-defense, kid or not::
Now, honey, you don't really want to...
Oh, I think she does.
::clenches hands arounds back of jennydelaney
's seat, just barely
yanking it back before the tray can meet her surprised face::
::shoves the frankly rather annoying in any universe Ensign to floor, a bit
satisfied when she lands in pile of dropped food and lets loose with a squeak of disgust::
::not satisfied enough, though::
::plants boot in her derriere for measure::
::rolls eyes, shoving tray at Neelix::
I had it.
Sorry. I was feeling a bit of insult by proxy.
::removes foot, stepping back to observe as jennydelaney
scrambles to feet, red-faced and minus her infamous poise::
A word of advice I would have thought you might already know from being out here so long.Always
watch your back while you run your mouth.