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[gotgreenmagic]

Stupid ankle. Stupid crutches. I am so done with this.

Should be on vacation at this time of year. For Christmas this year, however, I would just like to be able to walk.

Also, the mind-altering decorations and creepy mistletoe can get bent.

Dear Santa,

You don't exist, for Barge purposes I'm gonna guess you're the Admiral in a fat suit and a hat, and I am writing this only because it feels like I can't function properly unless I do. Got that? Great. Let's just do this so I can get on with my life.

Jimmy - Do they make chastity belts for guys? Whatever, he'd use it for something unthinkably gross. Give him a plush Enterprise so he can make out with it like we all know he wants to.

McCoy - A new outfit. Smart-casual. Nothing blue, gold, red or otherwise...Starfleety.

Mozenrath - A copy of Frankenstein? That's about as necromancy-y as I get.

Rayne - Something shiny to add to that whacked-out 'stuff to kill people with' collection. Anonymously, you fat jerk.

Parker - A shopping cart full of Valium. Okay, I know you won't do that, so, a couple decent books? Anything that might delay the aneurysm. I don't know what she likes, but you're Santa so I guess you do.

Swing - Something from his world. Maybe an atlas, so he actually has something to show people when they don't know what the heck the Disc is.

Doc Horrible & Ears - I really do not know enough about these guys, and apparently the Doc is anti-Christmas on principle? Give their weasel a couple toys.

'The Master' (Harry Saxon flavor) - Eh. What do you give the world-dominating psycho who has everything? Never mind, don't give him anything, Time Lords probably don't do Christmas anyways.

Picard Jr. - Coal. So much coal. But you didn't need me to tell you that, right?

Me - Geez. Anything so long as it's new. If the floods, ports or resident whackjobs don't kill me then the monotony will.

I still don't believe you exist.

- Shego

Comments

[mightymorbid]

What happened to your ankle?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Got in a fight with the bald creep. It's broken.

I still won.

[mightymorbid]

How did you manage to do that?

Fighting, I know. But unless you went to kick him and his head was made of solid steel, I'm having trouble picturing it.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

He grabbed my leg and three seconds later I was in considerable pain. That's pretty much all I was aware of. Had bigger things like 'not dying' on my mind.

[mightymorbid]

But you got the upper hand.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I do shoot fire from my hands, it was kind of inevitable.

[mightymorbid]

Well, so long as you paid him back.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Was that a hint of concern there, sunshine?

[mightymorbid]

I wouldn't read too much into it.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll try to contain myself.

[mightymorbid]

So've you been in the infirmary all this time, then?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Got kicked out 24 hours after the fact - been in my cabin since then, pretty much.

[mightymorbid]

That must be dull.

I can bring you some books, if you like.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I'm good. And I can't exactly focus on these meds.

...

Thanks.

[mightymorbid]

Don't be afraid to give a shout if you change your mind.

[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I see you've been enjoying the holiday cheer. How's the ankle?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Still hurts. A lot. But it's not like...leaking green stuff or anything, I'll live.

NO GIFT? BAWWW FOREVER :C

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