Up a creek, running out of oars...

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::stops just beyond door sensors, lifting bouquet in hand to critically examine again...it looks nice, Sam approved, but you never know with some women::

::drops arm, feeling more than a little idiotic for hesitating to enter own quarters...especially after amused looks given by two passing crewmen::

::draws to full height, taking a soothing breath

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[mirrorlinnis]

::buffs nails against Starfleet issue table, lifting finger to survey effort::

::shakes head forlornly...back home, you could find a decent manicurist even in the most...cessy...cesshole::

::drags bare feet up to table instead, wiggling toes in vain attempt to distract self from the boredom::

The coffee didn't make that many people sick...only the weaklings, anyhow...and the Boss...

::squeals when door sounds, clambering to feet and hurrying over::

Open, open...see, I told you you'd feel all better soon and be ready for a new brew...

::glares when door finally opens, revealing guest::

What do you want?

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::almost return venomous look by sheer reflex, just barely remembering reason for braving the ship's current den of sin...by own standards, even::

It's more a matter of what I need, actually.

I'll cut a deal with you. You help me out with your hacking talents, and I'll talk Chakotay into letting you have free run of the ship again.

[mirrorlinnis]

::lifts pinky::

Hold on, gimme a second...

You. Need my talents.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

...

I'm not even...

::shakes head, turning to go again::

You know, never mind. I'll just find Ayala.

[mirrorlinnis]

::taps more numbers, staring security padd down::

If this one doesn't work, I'm gonna...

::kicks door, pretending not to hear snort of amusement from behind::

::cracks knuckles...at least the crazy Vulcan makes it fun, countering each override as you enter it...this is just...hard::

::narrows eyes::

I haven't been beaten by a code yet, and I won't start with Barbie's tinkering...

::tries again::

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::reaches over to grab another handful of gumdrops from bowl on coffee table, popping one in mouth::

::chews thoughtfully, watching spectacle across room::

::hasn't had...or found...the heart yet to tell mirrorlinnis that according to her counterpart's bioscan from sickbay, there's no real emergency...the Borg is just dead asleep::

So...you go to school for this, sweetheart?

[mirrorlinnis]

::stiffens::

::jams thumb in one last time, getting...nothing::

::throws hands up, wheeling around::

Yeah. School of hard knocks.

I cracked my first code when I was this high.

::points around hip high::

Beth was kinda outta town for the week and the bitch she told to watch me thought it would be hi-larious if she stuck my food on the other side of a locked door and taped my begging.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::swallows fast, somehow not at all surprised at the feeling of white hot rage that story puts in gut::

That's...you were a kid...