Private time at home, recuperating.
Nov. 8th, 2005 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
h_hollisterSleeping most of the day equals awake most of the night.
She's been dozing on and off all day, curled up on the sofa. The detritus of a cold is all around her. So many empty and half-empty mugs of tea, huge bottles of water and orange juice, tissues and pills and blah.
Flipping through the many delights that late night BBC has to offer.
*click* "Let's rrrrrrattle those pots and pans!" Aak, no.
*click* "Stoli, darling?" Heh. Met her in real life, don't need the TV for that.
*click* "Mrs. Slocombe, are you free?" ...oh lord, if SHE ever showed up in the Nexus... She'd probably ask a question about her pussy, too... dear god...
*click* ...Eastenders? Nah. Too much like real life.
*click* "They've taken Mr. Rimmer! Sir, they've taken Mr. Rimmer!" "Quick, let's get out of here before they bring him back!"
...
...
The remote falls out of her suddenly nerveless fingers and she stares.
She knew about this. Jinpei clued her in ages ago. She'd just never gotten up the balls to watch it. And here it is, finally. She watches the episode unfold, and her eyes go even wider as Nirvana Crane graces the screen... and THEN! The scene where Arnold and Nirvana END UP IN BED TOGETHER!
...
It's like watching a train wreck. She just can't look away. She unconsciously grabs at the medal that she still wears around her neck.
Smegging hell.
She's been dozing on and off all day, curled up on the sofa. The detritus of a cold is all around her. So many empty and half-empty mugs of tea, huge bottles of water and orange juice, tissues and pills and blah.
Flipping through the many delights that late night BBC has to offer.
*click* "Let's rrrrrrattle those pots and pans!" Aak, no.
*click* "Stoli, darling?" Heh. Met her in real life, don't need the TV for that.
*click* "Mrs. Slocombe, are you free?" ...oh lord, if SHE ever showed up in the Nexus... She'd probably ask a question about her pussy, too... dear god...
*click* ...Eastenders? Nah. Too much like real life.
*click* "They've taken Mr. Rimmer! Sir, they've taken Mr. Rimmer!" "Quick, let's get out of here before they bring him back!"
...
...
The remote falls out of her suddenly nerveless fingers and she stares.
She knew about this. Jinpei clued her in ages ago. She'd just never gotten up the balls to watch it. And here it is, finally. She watches the episode unfold, and her eyes go even wider as Nirvana Crane graces the screen... and THEN! The scene where Arnold and Nirvana END UP IN BED TOGETHER!
...
It's like watching a train wreck. She just can't look away. She unconsciously grabs at the medal that she still wears around her neck.
Smegging hell.
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:15 am (UTC)Then she tries to get up. "Stop that. Resting. Just resting. I'm the doting person now. Let me get you your tea."
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:21 am (UTC)"Okay, yessir, you got it, aye aye cap'n. I just didn't want to be so 'woe is me' helpless. I'm trying to keep the lid on the whining, just for you. It's a good thing I didn't get a bell to ring to call you, that's all I'm going to say."
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-10 07:51 am (UTC)Wishing he felt confident enough to return the sentiment.
"You're welcome," he breathes, fondly, as he pours her another cup.
Someday, he'll understand it.