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What could it be, it's all a mirage

Oct 29, 2011 01:08

Characters: Joker, Jack and anyone on the Normandy; Open to Normandy crew;
Location: The bridge of the Normandy
Planet: Coruscant, docking bay
When: Right the eff now; Oct. 29
What: Arts and crafts time with promised macaroni noodles
Rating: PG-13 to R for language?

( You're schemein' on a thing that's sabotaaaaage~ )

mass effect: jeff "joker" moreau, mass effect: jack

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nodaisybell October 29 2011, 06:30:59 UTC

[ You'd think he'd have developed a sixth sense for when he's set off someone's murder rage impulses by now with the number of time he's managed to get Jack madder than hell at him but no, he's just chilling at the controls, hitting a few buttons idly when suddenly, space Jo Anne's Fabrics meager inventory ends up in his lap.

It takes a minute for him to figure out what just happened, what this is about, that no, she's not planning on destroying any of his stuff or his immediate person. Not yet, anyway.

Thankfully, he manages to keep his mouth shut this once, even as he turns his gaze from the supplies in his lap to look at her. Is that a raised eyebrow there?]

You telling me you didn't?

[Okay, mostly keeps his mouth shut. He almost laughs as he picks up the bag of noodles, but manages to keep his face straight.]

hellodeadpeople October 29 2011, 06:34:47 UTC

[ If he laughs he'll be eating navigation console and Jack will be going to fetch the sedatives for the strapping to hood of the Normandy plan. For now, just a twitch of a smirk at that comment. ]

Nah, it was a daycare. Had five year olds clawing at my ankles. Clingly little fuckers. But fun to punt.

nodaisybell October 29 2011, 07:12:41 UTC

[Thank God for small mercies, then. That does get a snort out of him, though. Okay, so maybe she isn't so bad when she's not threatening dismemberment.]

Never figured you for a baby football fan.

[He scratches the back of his head, just below the back of his hat, and lays the supplies out over the console.]

Well, if we're gonna do this, let's do this right. [He gestures vaguely to his left, at a spare chair.] Come on, pull up a seat.

hellodeadpeople October 29 2011, 07:31:32 UTC

[ Still has the incredible urge to threaten and punch and toss out an airlock, but chillaxing is managable for the moment. ]

I played in the pro league.

[ Eying that chair suspiciously. W/e w/e, she's got nothing better to do. She drags one over, making the obnoxious screeching against tile noise with the bottom of it, just to be an ass, and plops on in all sideways with feet hanging off the armrest. ]

Didn't know you were a master of the toddler technique.

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