The Communique

A mercenary's work is never done...

Tue, 28 Sep 2004 06:42:47 GMT

After this thread.

::pops out of cabin to grab a brewski, gingerly looking both ways in the short hallway... doesn't want a repeat of that whole uniform-in-the-airlock situation::

::makes mental note to tell Silik that he ain't so cute when he's angry::

::but will only do it when he's not, like, angry::

::eyes the airlock before heading into eating area::

::tests the beer out of the replicator... shrugs, not bad... wonders how many would have to drink to get actually drunk... thinks maybe four::

::may test the theory::

::passes Thelma's cage, peering in absently::

I'll be out to get you for the night, Thelm--

...

Thelm?

::leans closer, squinting at the open clasp::

Well. Shit.

::glances around the room... nothing::

::steps backward toward own cabin::

Okay... well, when you run outta water or bugs or whatever has enticed you out... you'll be back.

::shakes head, goes back into room, closing door::

Friends in need...

Sat, 04 Sep 2004 08:02:43 GMT

this thread...

::paces in a small contained spot at the front of the ship, between navigation and the bulkhead::

::blows out breath, rubbing back of hand reflexively, hard::

::mutters to self::

Well, now... no, didn't see that... wasn't aware of, uh... they didn't... I mean... what the hell do say...

::stops in mid pace, talking softly to the air gesturing with hands::

'Silik, I had no idea--' No, that's just... 'Silik, hey, um, he's a nice gay-- er, guy--' ::shuts eyes tightly at the slip::

Could just... ignore it, maybe? 'Hey, Silik, where did you want me to put in-- I MEAN, put out-- I MEAN, where the fuck--'

::drops head, hands on hips::

Geezus H. Crimininy, I didn't know it was... like that...

Love's Labor Lost...

Tue, 22 Jun 2004 06:27:43 GMT

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Checkin' out the Good Ship Lollipop...

Sun, 02 May 2004 00:44:40 GMT

::easing way into the starboard docking bays, made it through security without a hitch as expected::

::large grey duffle bag is slung across back, another pack hanging from right shoulder, swinging with every stride::

::looks at signs above the bay arms, which extend outward like spokes on a wheel: Passage 2...Passage 3...moves on further::

::Passage 4...ha, Passage 5...ducks into tunnel-like structure, almost banging duffle against the frame::

::comes to second bay several dozen meters down, glances at markings above the entrance: 5-2::

::peers inside but can't see much, continues to bend forward until feel an uncomfortable scratching in jacket pocket...pats it, then squeezes::

Okay, Thelm, we'll just head on in then...let's see if this baby'll do what we need it to do.

::squints a moment at the panel to the side, rings chime as stuffs self through the door anyway::

Anyone home?