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103 - Voice

[24 hours after death-by-Kirk, Shego sounds....Death Toll-y. Her voice is scratchy and muted like she's recently had her throat cut, because....she has.]

I guess that's one way to get back on board early.

[She laughs hoarsely, but it's a 'if I don't laugh I'll cry or possibly throw up' laugh.]

Feels like I still have my heart. And my skin. I guess you guys lose.

[A pause, like she's making an effort to remember something important.]

Check in, guys. [Screw you she's not doing a friends filter.] Has anybody heard from Cissie during all this?

[OOC: Forward-dated to shortly before the end of port. Open to Infirmary spam since she's not going anywhere for the next day or two at least :c]

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"Says the guy who's gonna be sleeping in the chair."

"I gotta rest up. Or how else am I going to fight off the sea monsters and killer jelly fish?"

"Obviously. I mean, why didn't -" She cut herself off for a coughing fit. "Why didn't I think of that?"

That sobered him up a little, as their ridiculous scheme had distracted him from the Death Toll just enough. "You should rest."

"...okay." She squeezed his fingers lightly, then drew her arm back in. "You should too."

"I will." Or he'd just stare at the ceiling or wall or something for several hours and never be really sure if he ever fell asleep or not. "That was month number two by the way."

Edited 2012-02-27 20:51 (UTC)

"God. It really was." The progress of their relationship was just going to be marked by awful things happening, apparently. "Happy anniversary, honey. Maybe we should just have dinner next time."