More shit I got to do, more fucking paperwork there is.

[sharpestscalpel]

Jesus fucking his goddamn Virgin mother Mary up against the wall, people, it’s been a fucking busy bit of business on this side of the goddamn interdimensional divide, not that you heard me say anything of the fucking sort because who knows what the shitting Empire would make of that at this point and I have got me some personal plans that don’t need disturbing.

What’s shaping up in your damn neck of the woods?

((OOC – Hey, y’all! I was out of town all weekend – I got to run around a con with [Bad username or site: ”rn_chapel” @ livejournal.com] and many several friends and it was awesome but I definitely missed getting in some good RP. Hi!))

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[nawigator]

Sex pops and stuff. And I found out that Vulcans can flirt, something I never knew.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Vulcan's'll flirt your eyeballs right out of your head, missy. Did you go doing all that business with the hands after I done told you it was sexy for them?

Pop? Where the hell are you from they call it pop? It's soda. Or coca cola.

[nawigator]

No! I was sitting in a cafe and one came over and started flirting with me until a friend came over and then he sort of ran away.

Yes, in Russia we refer to it as поп which mean pop.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Look at you, Peaches, making friends and influencing people. Damn proud, I am.

How'd you make out in all this sex coca cola business?

Fucking Russia. Y'all just don't know what's right even though you've got a damn Georgia there.

[nawigator]

I am not entirely sure that you being proud of me is a good thing.

Got infected.

Heeey~! Do not insult Russia!

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Sure it is. I ain't all that fucking easily impressed, after all.

Infected in that tone means you fucked someone you ain't sure about. You havin' problems over there, Peaches?

Wouldn't insult 'em if they weren't abusing the damn language.

[nawigator]

Do you have to be so crass about it? No. I'm fine.

We don't abuse the language, we do it properly, everyone else is wrong.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, actually, I think I DO have to be crass about it. Good for you, Peaches. 'Bout time you had some fun with someone else's goddamn genitals.

Uh-huh.

[nawigator]

Oh sweet Mother of God, I just hope they don't see this.

Yu-huh.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, see, now I'm all damn curious. You embarrassed about the person you're fucking?

[nawigator]

No! I am not embarrassed I just know I vould not like people talking about having sex with me were everybody could see it.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Oh, Pasha dear!

If you need to talk, sweetheart, you know you can always come to me.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You get laid at any point in all of this?

[nawigator]

Thank you Christine, but I am fine, really.

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

No. I'm fine.

Oh, good. Good.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Holy fucking shit. Glitter Pants?

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Hmm? What?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You show her a good time?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

...

[nawigator]

Tina, there is a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation for this and I will tell you it when I can think of it.

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Pasha wants me to shut up. Respectfully. Which was advice I should have taken. I didn't want you to find out like this.

I'm sorry.

[nawigator]

James, with all the possible respect in the world, shut the hell up.

[gold-ambition.livejournal.com]

Aw, Pasha, don't be like that. Wasn't like I planned it or anything. Didn't leave you anywhere dangerous.

Just glad you're okay, is all. I'm sorry you're embarrassed.

[headnursechapel.livejournal.com]

Fucking Russia. Y'all just don't know what's right even though you've got a damn Georgia there.

[[OOC: :D :D :D]]

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

((OOC - I don't even know what's wrong with me. *grin* <3 ))