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Who: Jim Kirk and Shego
What: The usual post flood shit.
Where: Shego's room!
When: Early Wednesday? Idk
Dying wasn't something that he was going to get used to. That much was clear to him after he'd woken up in the Infirmary after his run in with General Chang, which ended in his throat slit and him bleeding to death on the floor. And it wasn't even the first time that such an event had happened to him, something that occurred to him after lying in the Infirmary for a few hours. Talking was something of an adventure and this sort of death toll left him too weak and dazed to escape from the Infirmary for a couple days.
He managed it finally, and the first place he went was his room. Only to check on Aristotle and make sure that the dog was alright and then to grab his PADD because he sounded like a ninety year old chain smoker and writing was the best thing for him right now. Then he went straight to Shego's room next door and started pounding on the door.
What: The usual post flood shit.
Where: Shego's room!
When: Early Wednesday? Idk
Dying wasn't something that he was going to get used to. That much was clear to him after he'd woken up in the Infirmary after his run in with General Chang, which ended in his throat slit and him bleeding to death on the floor. And it wasn't even the first time that such an event had happened to him, something that occurred to him after lying in the Infirmary for a few hours. Talking was something of an adventure and this sort of death toll left him too weak and dazed to escape from the Infirmary for a couple days.
He managed it finally, and the first place he went was his room. Only to check on Aristotle and make sure that the dog was alright and then to grab his PADD because he sounded like a ninety year old chain smoker and writing was the best thing for him right now. Then he went straight to Shego's room next door and started pounding on the door.