la_belle_rogue | Tis the season

[Private to the Admiral]
Archer: He had a dog once back home. Ah'd like him ta have it back, plus everythin' Archer's gonna need ta take care of it.
Charles: A book about Shi'ar history, but in English.
Erik: Let me take care of this one.
Jean: A framed photo of all the X-folk she remembers. Nothin' with those of us she hasn't actually met yet.
Iris: Ah'd like her ta have a scrapbook filled with reminders of all her good times with Wade, and the other folks she loves here.
Arthas: He needs a coffee pot of his own. And a bag of Highland Grog. Strongest coffee Ah've ever had.
Dean: A new leather jacket. A nice one.
Kara: A winter cape.
Victor: Ah want him ta have a plush toy version of his Daemon from the breach. And it should have a collar with Blink on the name tag.
Beatrix: A crane art spiral. In colors that represent peace, long life, and internal balance.
Raven: A set of sapphire jewelry. A necklace, a ring, earrings and a bracelet.

[Private to Bruce Banner and the other Infirmary staff + Iris]

Hey there, Doc. Ah know you're probably flooded right now, what with all post holiday crazy people have suddenly decided t'indulge in, but Ah was wonderin' if Ah might bend yer ear on somethin'.

Archer's got a real bad case of tinnitus. Boy's been shot so many times it's a small wonder he's still around. But Ah was wonderin' if there's anythin' ya'll could do ta help him so he could maybe get some sleep without a fan blowin' all night long.

[Now just Banner]

And on another note, Ah was wonderin' if we could chat a spell 'bout our inmates, and how they sort of inadvertently brought up some painful stuff in a real public way.

[Spam for Archer]

[She knocks on his door, because she doesn't want to give him a chance to run from this conversation. She'd given him enough time to cool off and calm down. Now it was time to talk.]

Archer, open up. It's me.

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Doesn't end for you.

[She says it quietly, because just because someone's punished for their crime, doesn't mean what they did hurts any less.]

No. It's over. [It's that same no from before.]

Okay. [She holds her hands up. She won't push him. She's made her point.]

But if it's ever not. Well, ya know where ta find me.

What kind of freaking friend are you anyway? You won't give me my wet bar or my Walther but you can wake me up and drag out trauma based on your whimsy?

[Kazak, who up until this point has remained in his place taking up half of the bed, lets out a whine, so Archer turns to argue with him.] How am I the insensitive one here? [Kazak barks in response, and Archer retorts.] Seriously, why do you want me to talk about this shit?

[Okay she's seen enough mutants that she shouldn't find his talking to his dog coherently surprising, but he's not from her world. So it's kind of got a novelty affect still. She's still not sure of what to make of it.]

Y'drink plenty without a wet bar, sugah. And ya know why ya ain't gettin' a gun.

Yeah but if I had a wet bar I wouldn't have to keep stea- uh, getting drinks from the Pub.

Oh, do I?

...I don't, actually.

[She's letting the stealing booze thing go. Because there's no sense in fighting with him on it. Because he's forced to steal though, she knows his supply isn't huge. He can't drink himself dumb all the time.]

Because ya shoot people with it, Sterling. Casually.

Oh my God! Just Brett! Usually. And sometimes Cyril. But I dare anyone to be in the same room with Brett and not shoot him, seriously. At this point I don't even think you'd need a gun.

[She bursts out laughing at that. Cuz it was kind of funny. And it was breaking the tension.]

Mah point still stands. Ya can't tell me ya wouldn't use it on some folks on this boat if ya had the chance.

[Well, he could. She just wouldn't believe him.]

You can't tell me some of them don't want to use guns on me!

But they haven't. So neither can you.

So I don't get a gun until someone shoots me?

Ya don't get a gun until ya prove that yer first instinct won't be ta shoot at folks, just cuz you're annoyed.

Well how the hell do I prove that without a gun?

When yer attitude changes. That's how.

[When he stops whining about not having a gun, that's when he'll get one.]

Tis the season

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