86 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[This was going to be Inmate filtered and then she realised she didn't care.]

I'll be in the gym most of today if anybody wants to fight. Spar. Whatever.

[She means fight.  Go unhealthy coping mechanisms!]

[Private to Prefect]

Drink?

[Private to Mozenrath]

Hey.

Comments

Spam since Luke lives in the Gym and they haven't interacted yet?

[notiaraincluded.livejournal.com]

[Luke's presently putting up some weights that someone else was using and hadn't thought to put back when Shego walked in.]

Hey, need help with something?

Spam

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

No, I'm good.

[She's dressed for working out: black tank, green sweatpants, knuckles preemptively bound. She drops her bag at one side of the room and goes through the motions of setting up a training dummy. It'll do until she has a human volunteer.]

Spam

[notiaraincluded.livejournal.com]

[He nods and goes back to straightening up the place, though he's finished soon enough and finds a spot to stand and watch her set up. He's seen the face around the Barge and over the network, but can't recall ever actually having spoken to her.]

Spam

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[She's vaguely aware that he's watching her, and - that's creepy, but whatever. She bounces on her heels for a moment, then moves into a punishing but focused series of punches.]

Spam

[notiaraincluded.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Shego, but you're the most interesting in the room right now. His eyebrows raise a bit as he sees those clearly non-amateurish punches.]

Seems like just about everyone on this boat's had some kind of combat training.

Spam

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[There's a long, violence-filled silence while she debates whether or not she's going to bother talking to him.]

I guess all the corporate fraudsters and tax dodgers are on some other Barge.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I found something I could only call the world's smallest fanny pack on my floor.

I'm assuming it's yours.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

....

Yeah, probably. Just throw it into a corner and I'll come get it later.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

I think the fact that it was in a corner is what made you forget it in the first place.

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Nooo, the fact that I was hungover and still half-asleep is what made me forget it in the first place.

Private

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

It's probably good you left the phaser and twenty dollars with me then. Imagine what some hooligan on this boat would do with that.

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Leave my twenty dollars alone, Kirk. By the time I get out of here it'll probably have some value as an antique.

Private

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Absolutely, Sister.

Your place or mine?

Private

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Let's say yours, I've missed the opportunity to drink gin in a room full of alphabetized boxes.

Private

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

All right, Sister! I'll see you shortly

[And sure enough, Prefect will have two glasses of Gin set out for when she gets there!]

Spam!

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[It's a gigantic relief to go see Prefect. They've been friends for ages, they hate all the same people, she would have gone to see him a while ago except it's taken a while to untangle Other Shego's opinion on Other Prefect from her own thoughts. She taps on the door of his cabin, calling through it.]

It's me, Comrade.

Spam!

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[Prefect answers the door, and offers Shego a rueful little smile. He's... honestly, been pretty emotionally exhausted himself, what with the ridiculous mess that he's had to deal with with Barron, O'Brien, and Beatty over the last few weeks. He's still happy to see her though, and he steps aside quickly to let her past.]

Sister. It's good to see you.

Re: Spam!

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[Shego smiles, and it feels like a long time since she has smiled without a lot of sarcasm or alcohol propping it up. She steps past him into a cabin that looks reassuringly like it always does.]

Hey, Prefect. How's it going?

[Private]

[mightymorbid]

Greetings.

[Private]

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Are you doing okay between sessions? I know I push, but you need to tell me if I'm pushing too hard.

[This in lieu of 'sorry I've been kind of detached and borderline-douchey for a week or so'.]

[Private]

[mightymorbid]

Shego, I'm fine. A little sore, but that's just part of conditioning.

...What about you?

[Private]

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[A few moments of radio silence, then:]

I ditched Tim. Last week.

[Private]

[mightymorbid]

[He's quiet a moment, then, possibly containing a reaction before a neutral response can be formed]

Why?

[darknessb4me]

I can spar.

[Totally neutral. We're absolutely not doing this because adrenaline makes it hard to think about the past or future. Nope.]

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

[Certainly not. Thank you for understanding, Arthas.]

Awesome. See you in the gym.