FORTY-NINE : don't turn your back

[wristsniper]

[Action: household]
[Olivier awakens with a start, discontent from a nightmare. She runs a hand through her hair, turning to her "husband" to wake him.

Later, she'll be in the war room, having dragged the phone in there; the door is cracked slightly.]

[Open call; drone filter]My name is Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong. As of next week, I

Comments

/filtered

[weiss_tank]

So you're back up and runnin' officially?

[wristsniper]

I am. I just needed some time to get reorganized.

You'd better be in.

[weiss_tank]

Hah, of course I'm in!

[wristsniper]

[OH, YOU CAN HEAR THE EVIL SMIRK.]

Get back to recruiting.

[weiss_tank]

Roger that MG!

[wristsniper]

[SIIIGH.] One of these days I'm going to get you to stop calling me that. Don't do it around the new recruits, understood?

[weiss_tank]

[Too late, he's heard other people calling you that.]

Alright, alright. I'll try not to.

[wristsniper]

[WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET HER KNOW THIS.]

Do more than try.

...I have another issue I want to discuss with you. Two issues, actually.

[weiss_tank]

Yeah? Phone or in person?

[wristsniper]

Either way. Somewhere away from the house here, though.

[weiss_tank]

Er, if it's about what happened between me and Zevran we've talked it over and I think we're cool now.

Otherwise, you could come over here? Nagi's out so I can put some coffee on and I KNOW I have lemon cookies left.

[wristsniper]

...That will work. I'll come over immediately.

[weiss_tank]

[Cookies. They get her every time.]

Alright, I'll put the water on then.

[wristsniper]

[IT IS NOT. THE COOKIES. OMGGGGG. D<

Whatever, she doesn't NEED your delicious desserts.]

I'll see you in a few minutes.

[AAAND off she goes. Continue here?]

[weiss_tank]

[All my cookies bring the MG's to the yard...]

[He'll of course be waiting for her with coffee and cookies on the kitchen table.]

Yo.

[wristsniper]

[No. No cookies. Get out.]

[She looks... completely awkward under her usual severe expression. Shifty eyes and everything.]

Good afternoon. [She'll just... take a seat. It's obvious that she's trying to look relaxed and businesslike, but there's something pretty wrong.]