Dec 10, 2009 20:05
[All things considered, Jim really deserves to sit in the bar on the plane and drink until she can't remember her own name, and then wake up tomorrow wishing she was dead.
Admittedly, if she'd wanted, that could've been arranged, very easily. And maybe (in her darker moments, when she just wanted this whole mess to be over with if it couldn't stay in the goddamn past where it belonged) that would have just let the universe break away and make a clean cut from Tarsus IV. Instead, it got very messy and people made mistakes and went too far (she made mistakes and went too far) and now there's a girl in a mental ward and vengeance is served. Not justice, maybe, but that's not the dish best served cold, is it?
She has one drink only, and maybe that will become two or four later, but for now one's a good start. She raises it in a mock toast (hail ceasar) before downing half of it and resting it on the bartop.]
ooc: canon-bump ahoy, mod-approved.
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