Groaning slightly as the world intruded on her sleep, Grey pulled her pillow over her face and tried to ignore the rhythmic thumping sound that had woken her. She gave up after a minute and pulled open the curtains isolating her bunk from the rest of the small cabin. F was sitting at the tiny desk, in front of his laptop, beating his head against the bulkhead.
"Damn it, if you're going to wake me up like that couldn't it at least be 'cause you've finally gotten a booty call," she grumbled.
F twitched slightly and sat up in the chair. "Good morning to you too," he said. "Cola's in the locker under your bunk."
Swinging out of the narrow bunk, Grey groped for and managed to open the locker, fishing out a one liter bottle. She glared at the generic brand label a moment before sighing and twisting the cap off.
"So what's the cause of this latest case of self abuse?"
F turned the laptop so she could see the screen, and gestured at the contents. "SMOF list. Scott and Fnord are having a conversation again."
Grey almost choked on the cola before fighting her laughter down enough to finish her drink properly. "How bad is it?" she asked.
"Internet Drama at the moment, but they've managed to drag Regina Langely into it," F said. His grimace of distaste mirroring Grey's. "I'm starting to think my plan to lock both of them in a room with a pair of half bricks has some actual merit."
Grey grinned at him, ears and whiskers twitching. "Somehow I think there being only one of them left might make things worse," she said.
"Who said anything about one of them? Steps two through four are to weld the door shut, slap on an FTL drive and aim the thing at Andromeda."
That got him a pillow bounced off his head. Grey sighed, and began screwing the cap back on the bottle of cola. "You know, this brings up something I've been meaning to ask you. How did you get subscribed to the SMOF-ML anyway?"
F shrugged. "I have no idea. I always figured it was Ari' trying to get some non-specific revenge." F turned the laptop back towards himself and began shutting it down. "We'd better get dressed, Captain called earlier, our ETA for Crystal Kyoto is three quarters of an hour."
Grey stood and stretched, a silly smile forming on her face. "Yeah. You know, for some reason, I think this trip's going to be a lot of fun," she said.
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"The optimist thinks that this is the best of all possible worlds,
and the pessimist knows it."
-- J. Robert Oppenheimer, "Bulletin of Atomic Scientists"
"Damn it, if you're going to wake me up like that couldn't it at least be 'cause you've finally gotten a booty call," she grumbled.
F twitched slightly and sat up in the chair. "Good morning to you too," he said. "Cola's in the locker under your bunk."
Swinging out of the narrow bunk, Grey groped for and managed to open the locker, fishing out a one liter bottle. She glared at the generic brand label a moment before sighing and twisting the cap off.
"So what's the cause of this latest case of self abuse?"
F turned the laptop so she could see the screen, and gestured at the contents. "SMOF list. Scott and Fnord are having a conversation again."
Grey almost choked on the cola before fighting her laughter down enough to finish her drink properly. "How bad is it?" she asked.
"Internet Drama at the moment, but they've managed to drag Regina Langely into it," F said. His grimace of distaste mirroring Grey's. "I'm starting to think my plan to lock both of them in a room with a pair of half bricks has some actual merit."
Grey grinned at him, ears and whiskers twitching. "Somehow I think there being only one of them left might make things worse," she said.
"Who said anything about one of them? Steps two through four are to weld the door shut, slap on an FTL drive and aim the thing at Andromeda."
That got him a pillow bounced off his head. Grey sighed, and began screwing the cap back on the bottle of cola. "You know, this brings up something I've been meaning to ask you. How did you get subscribed to the SMOF-ML anyway?"
F shrugged. "I have no idea. I always figured it was Ari' trying to get some non-specific revenge." F turned the laptop back towards himself and began shutting it down. "We'd better get dressed, Captain called earlier, our ETA for Crystal Kyoto is three quarters of an hour."
Grey stood and stretched, a silly smile forming on her face. "Yeah. You know, for some reason, I think this trip's going to be a lot of fun," she said.
--
"The optimist thinks that this is the best of all possible worlds,
and the pessimist knows it."
-- J. Robert Oppenheimer, "Bulletin of Atomic Scientists"