103 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[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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[Spam] <3!

[gotgreenmagic]

[She takes the pen and pad but doesn't use them. Maybe later. She took a while to resort to that during her last death toll, and she'd actually been beheaded that time.]

I'm... [Inevitably, her eyes flicker over to Kirk, who's either asleep or pretending to sleep in the next bed over.]

...I don't know. I'll be fine, I guess.

[Spam] <3!

[cisskabob]

[Cissie frowns a little, because talking sounds painful, but she's distracted by the look behind her. She glances over and realizes who Shego's looking at. Crap. She looks back at Shego, frowning slightly.]

Which means you aren't fine now. Well...okay, clearly. But what is it?

[Spam]

[gotgreenmagic]

[She hesitates for a moment. Cissie has become one of those people she finds very difficult to not tell stuff to. (There's a term for that. 'Friend'?)]

Kirk and I killed each other. So that's. Different.