Room 202

[ex_jimhalper907]

Jim's finally up and about and mostly healed, though he had certainly wished he had been that during the whole magog-attack-that-wasn't. Hiding in his room with Pam had certainly not been helpful, but with his face being as it was, he probably wouldn't have been much help anyway

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[apocalypsejim]

Jim wanders in to get a drink of water, looking a bit bruised up himself, though in different places than you might expect from sparring. He seems in a fairly good mood, for once.

Once drink is in hand, he wanders over to a chair and flops haphazardly into it.

"Hey Jim."

[ex_jimhalper907]

"Hey," he says, glancing up from the magazine. "Been a while, how are you?"

[apocalypsejim]

"Okay. How's the face?"

Yeah, he'd been there for the spectacle. He'd been busying having a fairly important conversation with Iroh, however, and Jim had had enough help and gawkers that he hadn't been too worried.

[ex_jimhalper907]

"Not dented in anymore," he replies dryly. "Guess you saw me get my ass kicked, huh?"

Jim's shoulders slump just a little bit at the thought. How many people actually had seen him get pummeled? He probably doesn't even want to know.

[big_violin]

"You were right."

And there he is, sitting in a corner with his violin.

[ex_jimhalper907]

Jim blinks and looks up, raising a brow. "Uh...I was? About what?"

[big_violin]

He snorts.

"Well, if you don't know then I'm not going to--"

Hm.

"About being polite to people."

Or trying.

[ex_jimhalper907]

Jim closes the magazine, nodding faintly.

"Ah. Yeah," he replies, trying to cheer up a little. "Hamel, right? You getting along with people better, then?"