[ITP: Cravings]

[cheerleading]

[It's very late at night, or very early in the morning, and there's a blonde girl sitting on a bench in the mess hall in pyjamas and a dressing gown, spooning icecream into a bowl.]

You know what this needs? Pickles. And peanut butter.

[She licks the spoon thoughtfully.]

And maple syrup.

((mingle! eta: sleeping! will pick up old & new tomorrow.

Comments

[halfhard]

Pickles and ice cream?
Well, at least it's not straight vinegar.

[bornsnarky]

Glad to hear it, son.

[nods] My best friend and a Spock. Makes things a little easier for me.

[halfhard]

That's good then. For you.

[bornsnarky]

Yeah. Any idea why your friends haven't been dragged here too?

[halfhard]

I knew they wouldn't be coming with me when I was hired for the job, but it doesn't seem like that usually makes much difference. Usually I can... ah, contact my partner but that doesn't work here.

[bornsnarky]

[brightens] You can? Oh, now this is interesting. You mean in some kinda super powered way?

[halfhard]

[--well uh] Ah, well, we have phones, but-

[bornsnarky]

You don't want to say? That's okay.

[halfhard]

[...dammit] It's difficult to explain.

[bornsnarky]

Some kind of semaphore?

[halfhard]

[that gets a smile out of him]
Not quite.

[bornsnarky]

You can tell me. I'm just a kindly old country doctor. Who would I tell?

[halfhard]

It's not that, it's just... really is hard to explain. [and yeah it is kind of that.]

[bornsnarky]

[grins] No problem.

[halfhard]

...well, it's not like super powers seem to be anything strange around here, so I wouldn't have much to hide.