Nov 07, 2011 21:55
[ Jack’s sitting up, crosslegged, on a cot somewhere in the Normandy’s engine room. There’s definitely irritation there as she rubs at an eye, but the hand shakes, and if you look closely enough, there’s little tremors running through her arms, shoulders, her whole body. One legs gets pulled up close to her chest and she almost looks like a kid, before she opens her mouth. ]
Hey, gay Jesus. Or gay, immortal Batman. Shit. Whatever the fuck you are, Maxim.
[ She pauses for a second, glancing to the side. Stalling. ]
Not that the interactive free porn wasn’t appreciated, but you kind of left out the whole fun filled part where I get to spend a night dying over and over and over again in complete agony, you fuck. [ Her voice is still a little shaken, but she’s doing her best attempt at covering it up with being totally pissed, like this was some how in Jack’s control to give her the eff’d up memory.
A pause and she pushes up off from the cot to pace around the room. She can't just sit here and stew in this or it's going to drive her batshit. The datapad doesn’t come with, so the rest of this is just audio. ] Starting to think Revan’s trying to send me a sign to lay off the med cabinet raids.
No can do. If you’re looking to warn me off of something ‘hot, Italian boyfriend’ is not the way to go. Jussayin.
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