104 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

Thanks, Admiral. Best week ever.

Regina? We should talk.

[Spam for Kirk]

Shego had left the Infirmary pretty much as soon as she was able to walk unaided, winding up in her cabin just in time to have Regina George's file land in her lap. By the time she'd picked over the life story of Miss American Sociopath 2004, dealing with her felt like something that could wait until after she'd had some rest.

It was one of the only times she hadn't knocked on Kirk's door before letting herself in and making her way over to his bed. She couldn't tell if he was awake or not; she'd purposely made a bit of noise on her way into the room to warn him she was there.

"Jim?"

[OOC: Gah sorry for the Shego spam lately. THINGS KEEP HAPPENING.]

Comments

[fuglyslut]

Wait, you're my Warden? What are you, like, my age?

[gotgreenmagic]

Plus ten years, but thanks.

I'm guessing from your most recent entry that either you don't need to talk about port or don't want to talk about port. Either's fine by me.

Come to my cabin. Four-fifteen, down the hall from the gym.

[fuglyslut]

[Okay, she's actually mildly impressed by that first thing (and generally intent on ignoring the second, because God, what is with everyone and all this whining about the stupid port?), so she goes down a level, making plans to scope out Shego's skin regimen while she's there.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[You can't go in her bathroom, Regina. (But it's flawless. And all her makeup is specially formulated for her skin tone, at no small expense.)

She's already waiting at the door when Regina arrives and just steps back to let her in. She has her Gotham apartment now, and it doesn't really look lived in yet; there's not much in the way of personal touches and the soft furnishings are all hanging around the green-to-teal point of the spectrum, unsurprisingly. There's nothing beyond the windows except the black space beyond the Barge.]

Your file's on the couch if you want to read it. I mean - it's your life, I doubt you'll learn anything, but the option's available. You want a coffee or something?

[fuglyslut]

[It's all a little too Bauhaus for Regina's sumptuous tastes, but she can appreciate the taste level, anyway. As horrible as Shego was to her at first, she's starting to wonder if maybe this won't totally suck, after all.

And duh, of course she wants to read all about herself her file.]

You're so sweet. Cream, two sugars? [And she is going to sit down and dive right the hell into the file.]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego's mildly surprised that someone who obviously gives a shit about maintaining a dress size in negative numbers chugs all those empty calories - but then she remembers the weight gain bars and no, maybe not. So she disappears around the corner into the kitchen, leaving the sliding door open so she can still talk.]

How long have you been here now? Two, three weeks?

[fuglyslut]

[She's been planning a diet, but with all the activity her alter-ego got up to in the port, she's figuring that a splurge is affordable. She's earned it, anyway, right? ...Somehow.]

Two.

So you're pretty old, right? I mean-- [She looks up and smiles sweetly. For once, that may have been an honest misstep, because she's distracted by the self-gossip.] You've been here a long time?

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego can't see the smile from where she's coffee-ing, but she hears it in her tone and rolls her eyes. Kind of a weak burn when you assumed she was high school age to begin with, George.]

Two and a half years. I graduated last November, decided to stay on.

[fuglyslut]

[She's just absorbed in the file! Reading it over, she's still not sure what the hell she's doing here. What's in here that's all that bad, really? She reads it over again, replying to Shego distractedly.]

Seriously? Ew, why?

[gotgreenmagic]

Because I don't feel like I'm done here yet.

[She would go into more detail - that there's a sense of having run up a debt she needs to pay - but she doesn't really expect Regina to understand that at this point. The fact that she's here mostly for her deal with Admiral doesn't need to come up either; she knows her own response to Kirk suggesting the same wasn't pretty, though in retrospect it seems psychotic to be mad at someone to get paid for doing a job.]

When you've graduated? I'll be done.

[Maybe. Several complicating factors there. She picks up both cups of coffee - cream and sugar for Regina, black for her - and brings them back into the living area, setting them down on the table so she can sit down on the opposite couch.]

I'm so sorry this took me so long D:

[fuglyslut]

[Oh, Regina's heard stories about the infamous warden deals, and when she finally finishes poring over her file -- for now -- she looks up with a bland, innocuous smile, reaching for her coffee.]

Yeah, but you're also getting paid, right? I mean, you must be making something serious to stick around here. How much?

<3

[gotgreenmagic]

[She shrugs and sips her coffee.] I haven't decided yet. It all kinda depends on where I go when I'm done here.

[It's true. The original 'infinite pile of money' idea has more use in some places than others. Her metaphorical contract with the Admiral still has a lot of blank spaces for her to fill in when she's finished on the Barge.]

Anyway, whatever. We're not here to talk about me.

no apologies ever for shego spam :|

[captain_jtkirk]

Jim hadn't been sleeping anyway. And if he had, her noise and Aristotle suddenly jumping around on the bed would've woken him up. Look Shego, the dog clearly was attached to you now, standing on the edge of the bed as close to her as he could get so he could get a pat to the head from her.

The captain himself forced himself to sit up after a moment. He looked like he'd just been brooding for days and that was basically all he had done. It wasn't even really that she'd killed him anymore, it was that he missed Enterprise so much that not even having the option of going back depressed him beyond belief.

"Hey. What's up?"

okay :c

[gotgreenmagic]

Shego scratched behind Aristotle's ears without really thinking about it.

"Can I..." She just kind of gestured to the bed with her chin.

[captain_jtkirk]

Jim nodded, and scooted to the opposite side a little so she had a place. "Was that it or is there more?"

[gotgreenmagic]

She was already barefoot and slid under the sheets, lying down on her side.

"Tim knows."

[captain_jtkirk]

Well that's something not Enterprise related to focus on.

"I assume you mean about this," he said, gesturing between them. "How'd that go?"

[gotgreenmagic]

"I don't know, we didn't exactly prolong that conversation. He's mad. At me, I guess."

[captain_jtkirk]

"Why?"

[gotgreenmagic]

"Because apparently I had to tell him there was no chance of us getting back together? I mean, he hasn't said a word about it for months and it's not like he asked to sign up to my love life's newsletter but whatever. He's mad that I didn't, anyway."

[captain_jtkirk]

"Maybe it's just me, but I missed the spot on you where it says 'reserved for Tim Drake if he feels like getting up the balls to ask me out again'."

[gotgreenmagic]

She'd been thinking pretty much exactly the same thing so it was a relief to hear Kirk say it out loud. There was the other, more abstract concern that Tim had only let her make up with him because of the possibility that she might date him again at some point, but that gave Tim even less credit than she felt he deserved just then. She shifted closer, putting her chin on his shoulder.

"He'll get over it or he won't. Not a whole lot I can do about it either way."

[captain_jtkirk]

"Should I start watching myself in hallways just in case?"

Private

[darknessb4me]

Good luck.

Private

[gotgreenmagic]

Thanks.