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Doc Anreson: -=changes into a pair of black pants and a button down black shirt, the top two undone. Braids hair back in a single braid, and after donning a pair of comfourtable black quiet-shoes, heads to the room Myn is in, on the Yacht'liner thingy, and knocks on the door=-

Myn Donos: It's open. ((I'm not in my Lod outfit just dressed in normal clothes))

Wes Janson: -=unable to sleep, Wes makes his way down to the dining hall. He gets a few munchies and goes to sit at a table. A datapad full of games as his companion, he sits and entertains himself=-

Doc Anreson: -=palms the door open and steps in, letting it slide shut behind her=-

Myn Donos: Hey, Doc. What are you up to?

Doc Anreson: I don't know yet, but I need your help -=moves to the desk and hops up to sit on it=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=still wound up from the pool escapade, wandering around the ship=-

Myn Donos: What kind of help?

Doc Anreson: Getting back at Wes help.

Myn Donos: I think I missed out on this. I was terrorizing the crew earlier.

Doc Anreson: Ah. Well, Wes caused some trouble for me earlier this evening, and I need you to help me get back at him.

Myn Donos: Hmm, sure, is there anything specific?

Doc Anreson: He made me think Derek had nearly drowned. I need to give him payback that tells him not to mess around like that with me. But I can't think of what -=puts elbows on her knees, swinging her legs back and forth=- Any ideas?

Wes Janson: -=sits back with the datapad, jerking his body around in reaction to the game=-

Myn Donos: Hmm, I'm not sure exactly what to do. We'll have to be creative.

Doc Anreson: I know, -=twists jade ring on right hand=- but I'm not in a creative mind right now, need your help. Any ideas?

Myn Donos: Well, maybe we could make him suffer. You are his girlfriend could mess with his head.

Wes Janson: -=a pile of orange sticks sits on the table in front of him=- Oh come on! That was a foul!!!!

Doc Anreson: Only as a cover, so I don't have any sway there. Besides, me messing with wes' head, that'd be .... -=shrug=- bad medical ethics?

Myn Donos: You could temporarily put medical ethics aside with him... besides, it's Wes.

Doc Anreson: So, what can I do to him? I mean, that won't get me in trouble too.... -=thinks : with derek=-

Myn Donos: I can talk to Hobbie, explain things to him. I am in his group.

Hobbie Klivian: -=walks past the dining hall and sees Wes. Stands and watches him for a while=-

Myn Donos: Why do I suddenly feel like the morale officer?

Wes Janson: come on... come on... -=stands up suddenly=- get in the sithin net!!!!!!!

Doc Anreson: Well, if you explain to Hobbie that I'm getting back at Wes for what he did earlier, then I guess I have a plan.

Myn Donos: Just do what you women usually do. It's that easy.

Doc Anreson: of course -=stands=- I think I'll need to change my clothes to put it into practice. I'll come back and get you - you can be the witness of embarrassment. -=wink, kiss on the cheek, palm door open, leaves without a word=-

Myn Donos: -=waves=-

Wes Janson: YEAH! -=jumps around in a circle as a victory dance=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=laughs=-

Myn Donos: -=grabs his comlink=- C> Hey Hobbie?

Wes Janson: -=looks over at Hobbie and smiles, then sits back and gets back into his game=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=brow furrows as he hears his comlink=- C> Myn?

Doc Anreson: -=joggs back to her room, and puts on purple daisy-duke shorts, and an electric pink tank top=-

Myn Donos: C> Do you know what happened at the pool earlier?

Doc Anreson: -=Puts her long hair up into a ponytail, her messy bangs falling into her eyes as usual, and slips on a pair of sandals and heads to where she figure's she's most likely to find Wes.... At the cafeteria=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> which part?

Wes Janson: -=picks up an orange stick and sticks in halfway into his mouth, nibbling at he plays his game=-

Myn Donos: C> The prank that Wes pulled on Doc...you see she just asked me to tell you that she's gonna get a little payback. All I ask is that you don't take it as anything.

Hobbie Klivian: C> Wes didn't pull the prank. I did.

Myn Donos: C> You did?

Wes Janson: -=is too far into his game to notice what Hobbie's talking about=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Yes, I did.

Myn Donos: C> She told me that Wes did it. So now she's gonna pull a prank on Wes.

Hobbie Klivian: C> Ah, Wes planted the idea in my head, but it was my screwup.

Doc Anreson: -=gets into her revenge-girl mind=-

Myn Donos: C> This is more complicated than I thought.

Hobbie Klivian: C> what do you mean?

Doc Anreson: -=gets lost on her way to the cafeteria and wanders the halls=-

Myn Donos: C>I'm not sure, but I missed the whole thing....I was out terrorizing the passengers and crew in my Lod costume.

Wes Janson: oh man... that was a cheap shot... -=growls at datapad and leans back, orange stick still hanging from his lips=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Where is she. I better go explain what really happened.

Myn Donos: C> I'm not sure, she went to her quarters to change and then after that I don't know.

Doc Anreson: -=suddenly remembers that she was going to bring myn by to watch her mess with wes' mind, and tries to find her way back=-

Hobbie Klivian: C>I'll try there first. Klivian out.

Myn Donos: C>K

Hobbie Klivian: -=wanders towards Amanda's room.

Myn Donos: -=turns the comlink off=-

Wes Janson: -=has no idea Hobbie left=-

Doc Anreson: -=finds herself in the hallway branching off of hers, the one where Myn's quartered. She made her way to his room and knocked on the door.=-

Myn Donos: Come in.

Doc Anreson: -=palms the door open, and steps in=- Ready to see some fun?

Myn Donos: -=looks at Doc and winces=- That's painful to look at.

Doc Anreson: -=winks=- That's the idea.

Myn Donos: Not yet, have to find Hobbie.

Doc Anreson: why? you couldn't get a hold of him?

Myn Donos: I did but he told me something, that you don't know about that whole thing, so we need to find him. I think he's heading towards your quarters.

Doc Anreson: -=sigh=- come on then -=waves a hand=- -=heads back to her quarters=-

Myn Donos: -=follows Doc=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=gets to Doc's quarters and knocks=-

Doc Anreson: -=calls from hallway junction=- Over here, Derek.

Hobbie Klivian: -=hears her voice and looks up, then barely catches himself before falling=-

Wes Janson: -=finishes game and looks around=- Hobbie? -=stands and tries to look to the far corners of the room, but doesn't see him. shrugs and sits back down, starting a new round=-

Doc Anreson: -=concerned look as she jogges over in her purple patent-leather daisy-duke shorts, and bright pink haltertop=- Are you alright, Derek?

Myn Donos: Do you want me to leave you two alone?

Hobbie Klivian: I'm fine. No, Myn, that's ok.

Myn Donos: -=shrugs=- Ok. I'll just wait here.

Wes Janson: -=sighs and puts datapad down, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, thinking about what had happened during the day=-

Hobbie Klivian: Amanda, that's, uh, an interesting look.

Doc Anreson: -=holds hands out and pirrhouettes=- You like? -=smirk=-

Hobbie Klivian: it's... different.

Doc Anreson: -=whispers conspiritorily=- I can't stand it.

Hobbie Klivian: -=chuckles=- Uh, Myn tells me you're out for revenge on wes.

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- I asked him to let you know so you wouldn't be angry.

Hobbie Klivian: You shouldn't take your agression out on him. I'm the one who did it.

Doc Anreson: But he's the one who talked you into it, and besides, I already got back at you -=winks=- So, you wanna come and watch? Maybe you can help.

Wes Janson: -=yawns and shakes head=- stupid things you've been doing lately, Janson... get yourself shot, piss off Doc... then almost drown the kid.

Doc Anreson: The more witnesses the better.

Hobbie Klivian: I can't let you. It was my fault.

Doc Anreson: -=shakes head=- No, it isn't. You followed along with a plan he cooked up, a plan that, consequently, blew up. Wes knows better than to make someone think the person they... -=thinks : love ?=-... are involved with is dying.

Hobbie Klivian: I didn't have to go through with it.

Doc Anreson: -=puts a hand on hobbie's arm=- You didn't know it would upset me, otherwise I know you wouldn't have gone through with it.

Hobbie Klivian: I should have known....

Doc Anreson: But you didn't -=as though trying to convince herself=- 'Cause you wouldn't do it on purpose

Hobbie Klivian: Yes, but I did it, and it was wrong.

Doc Anreson: But you didn't hurt me on purpose... -=she prompted, trying to convince the both of them=-

Hobbie Klivian: But I was going to. I just messed up and couldn't do it.

Myn Donos: -=humming songs that he remembers from Corellia=-

Doc Anreson: -=grits her jaw, turns on her heel, and heads back toward myn=-

Wes Janson: -=gets up, shaking his head he pockets the datapad and grabs a few more carrot sticks, then goes off wandering=-

Doc Anreson: Which way to the cafeteria?

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- Amanda.... -=moves behind her=-

Doc Anreson: -=holds up a hand to hobbie=- I"ve heard enough out of you.

Myn Donos: Huh? Umm. I'm not sure, I just ordered room service when I was hungry.

Hobbie Klivian: Look, I just want to...

Doc Anreson: -=nods and turns down the corridor, figuring she would find it eventually=-

Wes Janson: -=hears Hobbie's voice and goes off to follow the direction it's coming from=-

Doc Anreson: -=watches her feet as she walks angrilly along, her bangs hiding her face, and her tears=-

Hobbie Klivian: Amanda! -=calls after her=- -=jogs off behind her=- Wait!

Doc Anreson: -=walks faster=-

Wes Janson: -=is about to walk around the corner but hears Hobbie calling for Doc and stops=-

Myn Donos: -=mutters to self=- Guess I'll just follow. -=walks off towards them=-

Doc Anreson: -=rounds the corner and runs right into Wes=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=breaks into a run and skids around the corner=-

Wes Janson: -=looks at Doc, then looks down at the floor=- Hi Doc.

Doc Anreson: -=regains her balance, and glares at him.=- Oh, it's you. -=pushes past wes to keep going=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=mutters=- Sith.

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- Sith monkies, she ran into him.

Doc Anreson: -=gets an evil thought, turns around, grabs wes, and kisses him soundly=-

Wes Janson: -=eyes pop open and he stands still in shock=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=clenches hands into fists then turns the other way, stomping off to his room=-

Myn Donos: -=catches up to the group=- Um, -=notices the scene=- hi.

Doc Anreson: -=breaks the kiss, and leaves, without saying a word=--=decides to wander about until she finds the bar again=-

Wes Janson: -=stands there, stunned=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Wes=- Maybe I should go. She's not pissed off with me.

Wes Janson: -=nods, not sure what to say=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=storms off to his room, enters and looks around=-: -=sees what he's looking for, grabs it and heads into the 'fresher=-

Myn Donos: -=quickly follows after Doc=- Hey, Doc, wait.

Doc Anreson: -=keeps walking, her head bowed to hide her tears of anger=- -=hugs herself as she walks quickly=-

Myn Donos: Wait up! Don't you wanna talk... or something?

Doc Anreson: -=tear-voiced=- No!

Myn Donos: Why not? I told you earlier that you have someone you can talk to, and I think now is the time to do that.

Doc Anreson: -=stops and turns, tears glistening on her cheeks=- He promised!

Hobbie Klivian: -=comes out a few minutes later, grabs something by the door and leaves, heading for the pool=-

Wes Janson: -=wanders around the liner, really confused and not knowing what to do=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=stops by the weight room first, picks up a few things, then goes on to the pool=-

Myn Donos: Promised what? -=frowns=- Maybe we should go to your room to talk about this.

Doc Anreson: -=quietly=- to show me how to be happy... -=thinks: for real...=- -=shrugs shoulders as she hugs herself, trying to make herself smaller=-

Myn Donos: How to be happy? -=mutters=- Is it that bad Doc?

Doc Anreson: -=eyes flash angrily=- but he hurt me.... and he did it on purpose. -=growls and turns on her heel, heading for the bar=-

Myn Donos: -=sighs and follows Doc=- It was a prank. He truly cares about you. I must admit, it was horrible timing but it was still a prank.

Doc Anreson: -=makes it only as far as the blaster range (next door to the pool (it goes range, pool, weightroom... coming from doc's room)) and falls to her knees=- How could he do that, Myn? -=tears fell freely=- How could he pretend to be dying? -=hides her face in her hands and weeps=-

Doc Anreson: Doesn't he know that if he dies, and I can't save him, it'll kill me?

Myn Donos: Sith, I don't know. It's a prank to get a girl. Never works. Sometimes....sometimes pilots like to defy death by brushing up against it. I never thought Hobs was like that though.

Doc Anreson: -=turns and sits on the floor. leaning against the wall, her forearms on her knees=- He said he's cheated death too many times.... -=softly=- ...like me... -= then louder=- why would he play at something like that? -=through her tears=-

Myn Donos: Like I said, I don't know. If I could read minds I'd be rich. -=grins to Doc=- And I'd share some with you.

Hobbie Klivian: -=walks over to the water, weights in hands, drops his bag by the pool and goes down the steps=-

Wes Janson: -=walks with hands in pocket, kicking the ground=- Why did she kiss me? Is she trying to piss hobs off?

Hobbie Klivian: -=ducks under and wets his head, then stands back up an slaps something over his face=- -=puts the weights in his hands, nods as they pull his arms under and swims towards the middle of the pool=-

Doc Anreson: I don't know what to do, Myn... I'm angry, I'm upset.... -=shuddering sigh=-

Myn Donos: Conflict of emotions? Is that what I think you're going through?

Doc Anreson: -=She looked down and nodded at the slightly older pilot=-

Wes Janson: -=walks by the pool and sees a familiar light haired person in the pool. Enters and goes to sit on the bench nearby=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=gets to the center and lets the weights pull him to the bottom where he sits... and thinks=-

Myn Donos: Umm, Doc, I'm not sure if there is an easy way to get by that. It's very hard. I'm still having trouble figuring it out.

Doc Anreson: -=snorts=- yeah, it's my job to help other people do this, but can I sort my own self out? -=shakes head=- apparently not. -=ticks off fingers=- I'm angry, upset, happy, sad, in mourning, in love, and just so totally lost I don't even know who I am anymore -=softly=-

Wes Janson: -=starts to get concerned about Hobbie not coming up right away and walks to the edge of the pool=- Hobbie?

Myn Donos: You're soul searching, -=shrugs=- I've seen it myself. First things first, you have to find out who you are, besides the obvious stuff. The rest can wait, yes even Hobbie.

Doc Anreson: -=looks up=- but will he? Or will he leave and look for someone not as messed up.

Myn Donos: If he truly loves you, he will.

Doc Anreson: Maybe if I still believed in true love, it'd make a difference -=so quiet he can barely hear her=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sitting crosslegged on the bottom of the pool, two weights in his lap, arms crossed, sad look on his face(if you could see it)=-

Wes Janson: Hobbie! -=leans over and splashes the water a bit, trying to get Hobbie's attention=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=feels water move and looks up to see wes, gives him the thumbs up=-

Myn Donos: It still exists.

Doc Anreson: -=gets up and heads down to the bar=-

Myn Donos: Want a drinking buddy?

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- sure, come along.

Wes Janson: -=gives hobbie the universal "what the hell are you doing?!" sign=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles, sets the weights to the side and pops to the surface=- C> What does it look like I'm doing? I said I was alright.

Wes Janson: -=sits on the edge, trying to calm his heart=- I know... i was jsut... just worried.

Wes Janson: -=rubs hands over eyes=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=brow furrows=- C> You ok man?

Myn Donos: -=follows Doc=- -=quietly=- Doc, when was the last time that you were truly happy?

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs=- I don't know, longer than I'd care to remember.

Myn Donos: Then maybe it's time that you have some fun.

Doc Anreson: -=tosses him a grin as they enter the bar=- I am having fun, what makes you think I amn't?

Myn Donos: You know, loosen up. It helps when you need to think.

Doc Anreson: -=goes to the bar and orders a corellian spiced-ale=-

Myn Donos: -=follows the Doc and orders a lomin-ale=-

Doc Anreson: -=orders a few shots of whisky so the ale has something to chase=-

Myn Donos: -=sighs=- The drinking part probably doesn't help much.

Doc Anreson: I only drink socially... or if I'm upset. And right now -=raises the wisky shot to myn=- it's social. -=takes the shot and follows it with a few swallows of the CSAle=-

Wes Janson: Doc scares me.

Hobbie Klivian: C>She scares me a bit too.

Wes Janson: yeah, but your scary is happy "let's get to know each other more" scary. To me she's just scary

Hobbie Klivian: -=yanks the fish off his face and swims to the side=- No, she really scares me.

Myn Donos: No thanks, I ordered the ale. But the thing is that the social drinking may go farther and I'm sure we'll need a sober doctor when we get on the ground.

Doc Anreson: Once the mission starts, I won't drink, and if I have to, I'll have the caf-boosts if something happens. - I'm not getting drunk tonite, Myn.... just tipsy.

Wes Janson: -=gives Hobbie a questioning look=-

Hobbie Klivian: I... I just don't know what to do.

Myn Donos: -=shrugs and looks down and mutters=- Whatever.

Doc Anreson: -=takes the second of the three shots and slamms it down=- Sith, I can't believe I kissed wes.... now I've got him screwed up too, and I just put him back together... -=mutters=- some doctor -=drinks some of the CSAle=-

Myn Donos: Wes can handle himself, he's a big boy.

Wes Janson: Do about what?

Hobbie Klivian: She used to be in love with Ton.

Wes Janson: -=sighs=- it's not like he's a big threat to you now...

Hobbie Klivian: She didn't know he'd died until the other day.

Doc Anreson: Yeah, I guesso -=looks at the ale and swirls the mug=- -=quietly=- You know... I'm used to not having time to mourn.... but just once... just ONCE, I'd like to have some time... especially when it's something I might have been able to prevent. -=takes the third shot, and begins to chug the rest of the CSAle=-

Myn Donos: Then tell Hobbie that he'll have to wait...you need the time. That's what I've been trying to say for a while.

Doc Anreson: Last time I told him I needed time, he showed up drunk and was going to leave me. -=looks up at myn, unshed tears shining in her eyes=- and I can't lose him too.... Not when I just found him.

Myn Donos: But he knows that you love him.

Doc Anreson: In his head, but does he know?

Myn Donos: I'm not sure.

Wes Janson: Yeah, i know that...

Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls himself up on the side=- She loved him... a lot.

Wes Janson: and now she loves you, a lot.

Doc Anreson: -=twists her ever-present jade band on her right hand=- That's what has me so confused. What would I do if he didn't know, and moved on, and left me behind. -=whispers=- I don't want to be left behind.

Myn Donos: -=fixes Doc with a hard stare=- You will not be left behind. If he leaves you he will be sorry.

Hobbie Klivian: -=mumbles=- I'm not sure about that.

Wes Janson: she does, man. I can tell.

Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes head=- How can she love me when she isn't out of love with Phanan?

Wes Janson: -=sighs=- She's never going to be out of love with Ton, Hobbie. She didn't get to leave him. She didn't get that seperation from him. But you need to understand that, and know you're not there to replace him, but to give her a new love... a fresh start

Doc Anreson: -=looks hard at her ring as she thinks about what Myn said=- I wish I could be so sure. Sith, I can't even understand what I'm feeling, how can I understand him? How can I expect him to understand?

Hobbie Klivian: She's... she's more complex than an ithor cube. It's so hard to understand her.

Wes Janson: But that's the fun of a relationship, hobbie -=pokes his arm=- Finding out all this stuff. Find out why she twirls that ring -- find out why she squeaks when she laughs. these are mysteries you should talk about late at night in each others arms... learn each other inside and out

Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles=- if I ever get her in my arms. That's not likely to happen.

Myn Donos: That's why you need some time. You need to figure out yourself. But, maybe this is a long shot, but if you and Hobbie become close friends maybe you'll figure out yourself in the process of figuring him out.

Doc Anreson: Yeah... but could we ?

Myn Donos: You could always try and if you happen to slip into a relationship, TAWG willing that you're ready.

Doc Anreson: Hn. I really do love him... -=finishes off the ale=-

Hobbie Klivian: You know what I don't understand? Why, if she was still so hung up on Ton, did she even agree to start dating me in the first place?

Wes Janson: -=gives Hobbie a soft smile=- because her heart is telling her to

Hobbie Klivian: -=puts head in hands=- are you so sure?

Wes Janson: You question the Janson intuition of women?!

Hobbie Klivian: -=cuts eyes at Wes=- Yes, I do.

Myn Donos: -=grins=- Maybe you should tell him. -=looks at Doc=- You know you would have had time if you could have found out about Ton as soon as you could.

Doc Anreson: -=looks at him confusedly=- Huh?

Myn Donos: Which part do you need an explanation?

Doc Anreson: -=wavs a hand over her head=- you did a flyby on that last part, care to try again?

Myn Donos: You would have had time to deal with Ton's death if they had sent you notification of his death two years ago instead of three weeks ago.

Doc Anreson: -=quietly=- They did... I just didn't see it until the other night. So the first I heard about it was when the Admiral nonchalantly mentioned it when he asked me to join the Rogues.

Wes Janson: -=shrugs=- wanna put a bet on it?

Hobbie Klivian: -=blinks=- Alright.

Wes Janson: I bet you my LRP duty for a week that I'm right. ((long range patrol))

Hobbie Klivian: Ok you're on.

Myn Donos: -=jaw drops=- You're kidding. That's a horrible way to find out.

Doc Anreson: You're telling me? That was right before I went out to find Tycho and tell him he wasn't dying, and then there was the mission I got pulled in on.... It was a week before I had time to think, and then I got in this argument with Tycho....

Myn Donos: Sith, that's horrible.

Doc Anreson: -=takes another sip of the ale=- ...where he told me that I was no Ton Phanan..... ever since, I"ve just felt... so torn up, you know?

Myn Donos: Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here to help.

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- You're a good friend.

Myn Donos: -=grins=- So are you. So, you want to fly my toy X-wing?

Doc Anreson: -=chuckles=- Sure.

Myn Donos: Right now?

Doc Anreson: -=looks at wall chrono=- Anyone we could buzz at 0315?

Myn Donos: Umm, if I could guess some Rogue Squadron pilot. If we get lucky maybe even Wedge or Tych.

Doc Anreson: -=yawns=- sounds like a plan?

Myn Donos: Ok. Let's go.

Wes Janson: good. But I'm still scared of her, so you have to go talk to her

Hobbie Klivian: whoa, I have to go talk to her? Are you sithing out of your mind?

Doc Anreson: -=pays for her drinks=- -=has gotten herself pretty tipsy, half-near drunk=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Doc=- Want me to help you?

Doc Anreson: Nah -=waves a hand=- I'm -=yawns=- I'm fine. -=gets up and starts weaving her way to the bar's door=-

Myn Donos: -=smirks=- Sure.

Doc Anreson: -=stumbles along, one hand on the wall=-

Wes Janson: She's your girlfriend

Hobbie Klivian: -=laughs=- No, she's a friend and she happens to be female.

Myn Donos: -=follows Doc and makes sure to catch her if she falls=-

Doc Anreson: -=hasn't fallen yet, turns down the corridor with the weight room, the pool, the shooting gallery=-

Wes Janson: -=stands up=- She's your girlfriend, Hobbie. Now stop getting granny skin on your body and go talk to her

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- I better take the weights back first -=dives down in the water and gets the weights, resurfacing a short time later. -=comes up to the side of the pool and drops the weights on the side=-

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