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[morethanprops]

Some days just don't go terribly well. Moist is having one of them and is happy to find Milliways on the other side of the door

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[hallelujahpilot]

Amused, "What the hell happened to you?"

(Yeah, this couch? This couch is Trudy's. All Trudy's. She may share, but only if you are a) her boyfriend or b) a certain white cat)

[morethanprops]

Moist will take the comfy chair next to her and order a whiskey and a first aid kit,

"Just a rather unfortunate accident with a pitchfork."

[hallelujahpilot]

That gets a rather evil laugh.

"A pitchfork?"

[morethanprops]

He really doesn't appreciate that laugh, so he's going to tend to his wound, two nice puncture wounds on the back of his calf,

"Yes, a farmer misunderstood my intentions."

[morethanprops]

Moist sits with a sigh and orders a whiskey and first aid kit, when he sees her, he nods and smiles,

"Hello, you look comfortable."

[morethanprops]

"I'll be fine, just an accident with a pitchfork,"

The whiskey and kit arrive and Moist quickly tends the puncture wounds on the back of his calf.

[thats_not_data]

When Lore returns to the bar proper after a day or so, Data is gone. He's still wearing the Starfleet uniform, and he saunters over to the chairs by the fire-- they're easier to lounge in.

He sees Moist nearby. "You again," he says, as if it's a proper substitute for "Hello." But he seems to be in a good mood.

[morethanprops]

Moist now has a whiskey and his leg is resting on an ottoman,

"Me again, I met your brother, he thinks you're in pieces."

[thats_not_data]

Lore's smile abruptly disappears.

"Data?" He sits up. "Where did you see Data?"

[morethanprops]

"Here, I'd met him before. I was just able to find out some information for you,"

He even found out some useful information for Lore.