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Who: Shego & Tim Drake
When: Saturday night
Where: A common room. Level 2?
What: It really wasn't going to be a date until the Barge decided it would be. :c
Warnings: Tim may be wearing a sweater vest. SEXY.
It wasn't like the shaking of the ship hadn't been an immense source of concern, but there had been no immediate complaints from the population at large. After Shego had quickly compared her appearance/sex/ability to lie/opinion of other people to the precedents set in her journal, she concluded that either she hadn't been affected or the flood wasn't much to worry about. She had gone to the gym and had a shower and nothing had gone disastrously wrong.
When she got back to her room, though, it emerged that her tribble - rescued during the invasion Kirk had caused back in November, kept in a drawer most of the time, nameless lest she formed an attachment to it - had found its way into her closet and had whatever passed for a tribble freakout. Most of her clothes were crumpled and/or covered in fur and were basically unwearable until she had time to fix them. Maybe it had been trying to make a nest.
So maybe it was a Life's A Bitch flood or The Multiverse Hates Your Taste In Clothes flood or something. She grabbed the one thing that hadn't been wrecked, got dressed and headed for the common room where she'd agreed to meet Tim.
When: Saturday night
Where: A common room. Level 2?
What: It really wasn't going to be a date until the Barge decided it would be. :c
Warnings: Tim may be wearing a sweater vest. SEXY.
It wasn't like the shaking of the ship hadn't been an immense source of concern, but there had been no immediate complaints from the population at large. After Shego had quickly compared her appearance/sex/ability to lie/opinion of other people to the precedents set in her journal, she concluded that either she hadn't been affected or the flood wasn't much to worry about. She had gone to the gym and had a shower and nothing had gone disastrously wrong.
When she got back to her room, though, it emerged that her tribble - rescued during the invasion Kirk had caused back in November, kept in a drawer most of the time, nameless lest she formed an attachment to it - had found its way into her closet and had whatever passed for a tribble freakout. Most of her clothes were crumpled and/or covered in fur and were basically unwearable until she had time to fix them. Maybe it had been trying to make a nest.
So maybe it was a Life's A Bitch flood or The Multiverse Hates Your Taste In Clothes flood or something. She grabbed the one thing that hadn't been wrecked, got dressed and headed for the common room where she'd agreed to meet Tim.
