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Up a creek, running out of oars... [Jul. 17th, 2009|03:07 pm]


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::stops just beyond door sensors, lifting bouquet in hand to critically examine again...it looks nice, Sam approved, but you never know with some women::

::drops arm, feeling more than a little idiotic for hesitating to enter own quarters...especially after amused looks given by two passing crewmen::

::draws to full height, taking a soothing breath before trying to saunter in::


::pauses...it's times like this a fitting term of endearment would be handy::

I'm sorry I'm late...Neelix backed me into a corner wanting to talk about the shower for Harper and Kyoto and apparently a separate party for the baby's six monther...

::takes in more than usual silence, looking around...she has to be here, the computer said so::

::stops at bedroom door::

::sighs, stepping forward to try luck even though a certain feeling says it's futile...and it is::

::bumps nose, backing up to glare...patience only goes so far::

Seven? Open up.

...the last time I checked, you aren't a teenager, so if we could both try to approach this as two adults...



Fine. Take your time. I'll be here when you feel like coming out.

::waits, slipping occasional look at chronometer::

My patience ends at ten.

::drops flowers, charging back out of quarters and down corridor::

::hits chime::


From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-17 09:35 pm (UTC)
::taps more numbers, staring security padd down::

If this one doesn't work, I'm gonna...

::kicks door, pretending not to hear snort of amusement from behind::

::cracks knuckles...at least the crazy Vulcan makes it fun, countering each override as you enter it...this is just...hard::

::narrows eyes::

I haven't been beaten by a code yet, and I won't start with Barbie's tinkering...

::tries again::
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-17 10:01 pm (UTC)
::reaches over to grab another handful of gumdrops from bowl on coffee table, popping one in mouth::

::chews thoughtfully, watching spectacle across room::

::hasn't had...or found...the heart yet to tell mirrorlinnis that according to her counterpart's bioscan from sickbay, there's no real emergency...the Borg is just dead asleep::

So...you go to school for this, sweetheart?
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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-17 10:06 pm (UTC)

::jams thumb in one last time, getting...nothing::

::throws hands up, wheeling around::

Yeah. School of hard knocks.

I cracked my first code when I was this high.

::points around hip high::

Beth was kinda outta town for the week and the bitch she told to watch me thought it would be hi-larious if she stuck my food on the other side of a locked door and taped my begging.

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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-17 10:07 pm (UTC)
::swallows fast, somehow not at all surprised at the feeling of white hot rage that story puts in gut::

That's...you were a kid...
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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-17 10:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah. A kid who didn't beg.

::pops sore thumb in mouth, sucking while recalling look on Nishi's face when she strolled back into Beth's quarters to find door open, food eaten, and recorder smashed to pieces::

I figured it out.

Never saw the bitch again, either, so I guess she got what was coming to her.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-17 10:35 pm (UTC)

::after a moment, tears gaze away from ludicrous yet not particularly funny sight, patting other side of sofa::

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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-17 10:50 pm (UTC)
::eyes him, somewhat distrustfully::

::still...skirts eyes to bowl::

::casually saunters over, plopping down and grabbing it::

::fishes, grabbing handful and passing rest along::

I like the purple.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-17 11:16 pm (UTC)
::offers grave nod, able to recognize profound impart::

Closest to blue, I always said.


This Beth...I assume she treated you better than her friend?
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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-17 11:45 pm (UTC)
::shrugs, squeezing sticky candy between fingers::

What's it Chuckles is always saying...even bad people have good in them?

She wasn't exactly a mother, but she was there.

::rolls eyes, remembering just-relayed story::

Most of the time.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-17 11:56 pm (UTC)
That's a pity.

::smiles wryly at confused look::

All little girls deserve mothers...nothing less.

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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-18 12:01 am (UTC)

::sucks thumb again, cursing own temper::

Like I said, Beth tried. And my real one was dead, so I couldn't really blame her. For long.

The other you, though...you think all little girls deserve daddies too?
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-18 12:10 am (UTC)
::grimaces...should've seen that one coming::

::doesn't have to look long for an answer, though::

I guess that depends on the father, doesn't it? Now, I don't know your me...or most other varieties either, I think...but I'm pretty sure you were better off without him.


::doesn't want to analyze this in any detail::

You met him. What was he like?
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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-18 12:12 am (UTC)
::offers sideways look::

I know what you're getting at, and believe me, if I'd known he was him, it never would have happened. I have some dignity.


...he was a drunk. Lousy drunk. Couldn't even remember my name from one minute to the next.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-07-18 12:14 am (UTC)
::tries...mostly in vain...to hide twitching lips::


See? Better off.
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From: mirrorlinnis
2009-07-18 12:24 am (UTC)

::finishes off last piece, rubbing fingers on 'borrowed' uniform pants::

There are lousy mothers out there too, though, you know.

Not me, of course. Whatever else she wants to say, Nara never had any locked doors between her and her food.

...for a bad kid, she sure has a lot of good in her. Just as well here, I guess.
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