Shel - Hobbie | Wes - Alison | Fenig - Leah
Hobbie Klivian: ---------------------------
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie snored softly on Feni's shoulder.
Fenig Durak: She'd worked an arm around him to prevent
it from falling asleep as well.
Hobbie Klivian: The night was over, and WEs could come
out.... And so he was detanked.
Fenig Durak: Something Fen's foot was tapping impatiently
for.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie, obliviously slept on.
Fenig Durak: To stay her tappin gfoot, she hugged Hobbie
a bit closer. THough it started right back up again
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie sighed in his sleep. Guy doesn't
really get much of that anymore.
Wes Janson: Wes walked out of the cleanup room slowly,
rubbing his head with a towel. "Man, bacta is hard to get out of long hair..."
he muttered.
Fenig Durak: HEr eyes lifted with a bright smile, "I've
got a shampoo mix that'll take it right out."
Hobbie Klivian: -=snore snore snore, dead to the world,
snore snore snore ;-)))
Wes Janson: "It won't make my hair smell like ja ja fruit,
right?"
Fenig Durak: "Nope"
Wes Janson: "I'll try it then." He smiled then prodded
Hobbie with his foot.
Hobbie Klivian: "Huh, wha?" Hobbie lifted his head
from Feni's shoulder and blinked sleep out of his eyes.
Fenig Durak: She shook him a little, though thought better
of it. "Maybe we should let him sleep?"
Fenig Durak: "Never mind":
Fenig Durak: She checked her shoulder for drool and was
quite pleased not to find any there.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie stretched.
Wes Janson: "Time to go home, Colonel?" Wes asked.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie looked up at the chrono on the
wall as he put his arms down. "Nope, time to go back to work."
Fenig Durak: Rising from her seat now that Hobbie wasn't
using her as a pillow, she glanced at a few medtechs walking by, tempted
to get some anesthetic from them
Wes Janson: "Don't I get sick day?"
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie waved a hand from where he was
seated, not quite ready to get up yet. "You get a sick day, Mr. 'six cracked
ribs because of a fall' Janson. I get to go to work."
Wes Janson: "Call out sick."
Hobbie Klivian: "No reason to."
Wes Janson: "Do you ever need a reason to?" Wes smiled.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie stood and shook his head ruefully,
"You're trying to be a bad influence on me. It won't work."
Fenig Durak: As they 'discussed' things, Fen slipped
out and had a little chat with one of the medtechs about getting some form
of anesthetic in pill form or powder form.
Wes Janson: "Come on, Hobbie. Life doesn't revolve around
work! If anything, schedule yourself a LDR out, say around, the space system
that the Venture is parked in... a few hours of 'recon' will do you good."
Wes grinned more.
Fenig Durak: To her dismay, the medtechs told her it
was illegal to dispense medication without a perscription or doctor's notice.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie shook his head, "Can't do that
Wes - same's I can't do a lot of things." He shrugged, "How's your ribcage
feelin?"
Fenig Durak: Then they asked her if she was willing to
pay a little. She huffed at them before rejoining Hobbie and Wes.
Wes Janson: "Feeling fine. I don't think there isn't
a rib i haven't broken in there."
Hobbie Klivian: "By now? Probably not."
Fenig Durak: "Maybe the two of you should be mroe careful
with yourselves?"
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie nodded to Wes. "Tell that to
the man that goes jumping off from walkways."
Wes Janson: "I bet you would jump off them too, if you
had the right persuasion." Wes grinned. "Come on Hobbie, come to the Venture
with me."
Fenig Durak: She had an idea, but thought she'd better
keep it to herself.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie wasn't listening, his attention
drawn to the holonews. He frowned as he saw the death statistics had raised
almost exponentially.
Wes Janson: "What?" Wes asked, following Hobbie.
Hobbie Klivian: He shook his head, "Damn kid. Death
count's up to total of Three Hundred Twenty... that's a hundred more than
last night." He looked at Wes. "You still trust him?"
Wes Janson: Wes looked at the statistics... then nodded.
Fenig Durak: She winced, feeling a fresh wave of nausea
washing over her. Reclaiming her seat, she sank heavily into it. "Gods,
Kyp..."
Hobbie Klivian: "Wes, you're like a brother to me.
I respect you and your views, and your strength of character. But-" Hobbie
shook his head. "You're a fool."
Wes Janson: "Not the first time I've been called that,"
Wes stated. "But I believe there's something deeper to this than numbers,
and when it comes back to bite us, I know which side to trust." With that,
Wes turned back to his cheerful self.
Wes Janson: "Now can we go to the Venture. I need a sabaac
gome so bad I can taste it.'
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie blew out a long sigh, "Only
if we take Fen with us."
Fenig Durak: "Hey, why would I go there? I don't even
know where there is"
Hobbie Klivian: "You know Kyp. I don't trust Kyp.
Hobbie Klivian: If Kyp goes even crazier than he already
has, he might come after you. If nobody's here to watch out for you, frex
me and Wes, then you're not staying here." Hobbie folded his arms and
dared them to disagree.
Wes Janson: "I was thinking she could get a gab fest with
Mirax, but if that's how you want to look at it..." he turned to Feni.
"Want to join us?"
Fenig Durak: "I've got work I have to catch up on, stuff
that's been slipping as I've been babysitting you two." That was a fib,
but a good one.
Hobbie Klivian: "Fine," Hobbie turned to Wes, "Say
hi to Booster for me."
Wes Janson: "Fine, you two nerf siths go off and act like
adults. I'll go have fun." He stuck his tongue out at both of them and
walked out of the med ward.
Fenig Durak: She bit her bottom lip and looked at Hobbie.
"Sith, that plan failed. C'mon. We're going with him," she said as she
grabbed his wrist and followed after Wes.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie shook his head after him. he just doesn't get it....
Hobbie Klivian: "Huh? Wha-?" Hobbie got dragged along.
Fenig Durak: She looked back at Hobbs. "What's the Venture?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Errant Venture. Booster Terrik's
personal Star Destroyer turned Mall of Coruscant, Casino, etcetera."
Fenig Durak: "Oiy. Well, lets hope you have some nice
civvies then because you're taking me out dancing for this." She shook
her head. "Wes!"
Wes Janson: "What?" he called over his shoulder.
Fenig Durak: "When are you planning on leaving?" She
stopped yelling, finally catching up with him, Hobbie in tow.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie kablinking in confusion at the
sudden swing.
Wes Janson: He shrugged. "Dunno. Why do you adults care
what kids do?"
Fenig Durak: "I never said I was an adult. When're you
leaving?" she asked again, a semi excited grin touching her face.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie shrugged and looked down at
wes expectant of his answer.
Wes Janson: "Whenever I want, I guess."
Fenig Durak: "Then lets go already."
Wes Janson: Wes raised an eyebrow. "So now you're coming?"
Fenig Durak: "What, you think I'm gonna let you go break
another rib? Forget it. OF course I'm coming."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie shrugged and spread his hands
as if to say 'don't look at me.'
Fenig Durak: BReak a rib...be hit on by a hot chip bunny....yeah,
not gonna happen.
Wes Janson: "Whatever," he shurrged and walked on
Fenig Durak: She looked at Hobbie questioningly. Talk
about a confidence killer.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie shrugged, "Whats the matter,
Wes? You try to convince us into cming, don't succeed, and then when the
mind is changed, you act like we've kicked your pet monkey-lizard. what
is it, do you want us to come or not?"
Wes Janson: "I don't make your choices," he stated. "You
make them yourself no matter what I say."
Fenig Durak: Blink....blink....She stepped back a few
steps, tempted to make a timely retreat to her room.
Hobbie Klivian: "Fine. You know what? I'm making
a choice right now. I'm staying here, obviously you don't want me to come
along after all. Second,
Hobbie Klivian: SOMEONE Needs to stick around and
watch out for everyone else, because it's obvious nobody else is going
to do it I will. Have fun, Janson." Hobbie stalked past Wes down the
hall.
Fenig Durak: She stared after Hobbie a moment before
looking at Wes confusedly.
Hobbie Klivian: Angrily stalking away, was Hobbie,
from two befuddled others.
Fenig Durak: Blink at Hobbie, dumbfounded stare at Wes.
Wes Janson: Wes just went his own way. He didn't feel
like going to the Venture anymore anyway.
Fenig Durak: Leaving Fenig all alone in the hall way,
wondering, "What?! Is it my breath?!"
Fenig Durak: Yeah, crap like this makes a girl go grey
early and isolate herself from the others. Hobbie tries to bring Fen along
and Wes goes cold fish. Man oh man, confidence crusher 2000.
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie... cussed both himself, and
Wes, out in his mind as he went to his office to work and keep an eye on
happenings.... any of those murders happen close to here, He's getting
Kyp - no matter who says what.
Fenig Durak: Oh wait, she can't go grey early. She's
already got white hair.
Hobbie Klivian: -------FAST FORWARD IN TIME----------
Fenig Durak: Working as hard as can be -pshhh...right-
she was cleaning through her personal database, cleaning out old files.
HEr office, the perfect place for this -again, pssh- was a bit cluttered,
but just happened to be where she was when
Fenig Durak: she started to go through all those old
counseling files.
