(RP) Just when life seems normal...
Susan is sitting on her couch in her quarters, feet curled up under a blanket, with a mug of tea and a book on the table that she isn't reading. The Babcom has her personal log open and recording.
"So I'm back on station for barely a few hours - this is the first time I've even seen the inside of my quarters all day - and hell... or maybe heaven... breaks out right on my doorstep.
"I'm still trying to work out what the hell's been going on with londo_mollari, citizengkar and emperor_cotto_i. _delenn's been in charge in my absence, since John's still on Proxima at some damn summit or other... and it seems mikegaribaldi's run off to have some illicit affair - and lots of sex, I might add, from the sounds of things, not that I never suspected before - with ranger_wun.
"And now I discover he's a telepath - damn, is there anyone around here who isn't, these days? The miracle is that I seem to have missed alfredbester's most recent visit, so at least I didn't need to break a nail kicking his sorry ass off my station."
She takes a sip of tea.
"Not that I don't expect to see him again in the near future. My luck just isn't that good."
Another sip, nervously, playing with the edges of the blanket. It's not cold, but she needed something to hide under while she waits.
"Or maybe it is. That heaven I mentioned..."
Her gaze flickers to the clock on her shelf, an antique from home. It's nearly twenty-two hundred.
Susan thinks that she really should have mentioned a time beyond 'tonight'. She also thinks she should have put some vodka in her tea; as horrible as that always tastes, at least it would have calmed her down.
"...taliawinters is back."
"So I'm back on station for barely a few hours - this is the first time I've even seen the inside of my quarters all day - and hell... or maybe heaven... breaks out right on my doorstep.
"I'm still trying to work out what the hell's been going on with londo_mollari, citizengkar and emperor_cotto_i. _delenn's been in charge in my absence, since John's still on Proxima at some damn summit or other... and it seems mikegaribaldi's run off to have some illicit affair - and lots of sex, I might add, from the sounds of things, not that I never suspected before - with ranger_wun.
"And now I discover he's a telepath - damn, is there anyone around here who isn't, these days? The miracle is that I seem to have missed alfredbester's most recent visit, so at least I didn't need to break a nail kicking his sorry ass off my station."
She takes a sip of tea.
"Not that I don't expect to see him again in the near future. My luck just isn't that good."
Another sip, nervously, playing with the edges of the blanket. It's not cold, but she needed something to hide under while she waits.
"Or maybe it is. That heaven I mentioned..."
Her gaze flickers to the clock on her shelf, an antique from home. It's nearly twenty-two hundred.
Susan thinks that she really should have mentioned a time beyond 'tonight'. She also thinks she should have put some vodka in her tea; as horrible as that always tastes, at least it would have calmed her down.
"...taliawinters is back."