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[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.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 07:52 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 07:55 am (UTC)From:Y'know that's not what Ah mean, and y'know Ah'm not stupid enough ta believe ya think it is. What Ah want, is for ya ta know that ya can talk ta me. About anythin', and Ah'll listen.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 07:59 am (UTC)From:No.
[It's the kind of "no" a small child would give, petulant and hurt and angry all at once.]
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:01 am (UTC)From:That's okay. [And she means it.] It doesn't have ta be today. These things take time. Ah know that.
[spam] [cw: rape]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:09 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:15 am (UTC)From:Some years back, friend of mine and Ah ended up in a bad teleport. We showed up in enemy territory, no powers, no weapons, no clothes. [She still hate talking about this. It was one of those times she had nearly lost her mind for good. She can't meet his eyes to tell him this story, so she looks at her hands.]
We were captured pretty much on the spot. The guards they....[Her faces screws up into a look that is part sarcastic smile, part wince, part snarl.] What'd they call it? They got 'handsy'. Yeah, that's the term they used ta describe it. Ah was defenseless, and they got handsy.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:18 am (UTC)From:[Because that's the important part of the story. He doesn't want to hear any more details, just a happy ending.]
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:20 am (UTC)From:[She'd thought about it though. Some days, she even regretted not. But most days, she didn't.]
Ah've got enough blood on mah hands. Ah didn't need theirs.
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Date: 2014-01-22 08:23 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:29 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:42 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:46 am (UTC)From:Thanks, sugah. But Ah didn't come here ta make this 'bout me. Ah just...wanted ya t'know that Ah can understand, if ya ever wanna get it out.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:50 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:53 am (UTC)From:[She says it quietly, because just because someone's punished for their crime, doesn't mean what they did hurts any less.]
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:56 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 08:59 am (UTC)From:But if it's ever not. Well, ya know where ta find me.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 09:27 am (UTC)From:[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?
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 09:31 am (UTC)From:Y'drink plenty without a wet bar, sugah. And ya know why ya ain't gettin' a gun.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 09:35 am (UTC)From:Oh, do I?
...I don't, actually.
[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 09:38 am (UTC)From:Because ya shoot people with it, Sterling. Casually.
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Date: 2014-01-22 09:43 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 09:48 am (UTC)From: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.]
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Date: 2014-01-22 09:56 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 10:04 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 10:09 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 10:11 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-22 10:14 am (UTC)From:[spam]
Date: 2014-01-25 08:03 am (UTC)From:[When he stops whining about not having a gun, that's when he'll get one.]