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Who: Jim Kirk, Debra Morgan, Derek Morgan (maybe Snape?)
What: Plot stuff (Guys. Get out there and do some posting!)
When: Day 36
Where: Town Square, far side.
Debra's head hurt. She'd been sitting on her bed in her room, doing some nice and simple reading by candle light. The page could be visualized, and she could feel her fingers over the dog-earred cover of the shitty romance novel. Deb had wanted some fluff and now she felt as if her head had been filled with fucking cotton. She shook it as giant globs of raindrops fell down on her face and there was a grimace and a muttered "fuck" as another one hit her cheek.
Yeah, she hadn't been outside. Turning over, the realization that she'd been apparently sleeping in a puddle worked it's way into her head, and her entire front was soaked through to her skin. Immediately upon seeing what she looked like, Deb started to shiver and she wrapped her arms around herself. If this was someone's idea of a joke, she was going to fucking shoot them.
There were shaped in the dim, orange light of the street lamp, and she took several steps towards one of them before what had been a vague shadow in her peripheral vision actually was a solid block that she stumbled over too with a louder "fuck!"
What: Plot stuff (Guys. Get out there and do some posting!)
When: Day 36
Where: Town Square, far side.
Debra's head hurt. She'd been sitting on her bed in her room, doing some nice and simple reading by candle light. The page could be visualized, and she could feel her fingers over the dog-earred cover of the shitty romance novel. Deb had wanted some fluff and now she felt as if her head had been filled with fucking cotton. She shook it as giant globs of raindrops fell down on her face and there was a grimace and a muttered "fuck" as another one hit her cheek.
Yeah, she hadn't been outside. Turning over, the realization that she'd been apparently sleeping in a puddle worked it's way into her head, and her entire front was soaked through to her skin. Immediately upon seeing what she looked like, Deb started to shiver and she wrapped her arms around herself. If this was someone's idea of a joke, she was going to fucking shoot them.
There were shaped in the dim, orange light of the street lamp, and she took several steps towards one of them before what had been a vague shadow in her peripheral vision actually was a solid block that she stumbled over too with a louder "fuck!"