log: Moira & Clarice yesterday afternoon

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( damn physics )

Alison & Nathan ~ Training Session...

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Alison and Nathan train a wee bit in the morning, although it's team training and not sparring - of course, that just had to go sideways too.

( Besides, your fiancée will have my liver for lunch if I don't get you there as soon as possible and I kinda like my liver where it is. )

Sam-Al, Sam-Miles

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Sam comes by Alison's room to see if it's all right if he and Miles go fishing. Alison is proud that Miles asked Sam all by himself, and quickly consents. There's some awkwardness and mutual mocking voices inside of heads. Lord, are these two dense.

( 'You city girls,' he drawled slowly. 'Your idea of 'roughin' it' is a Holiday Inn that only got three stars.' )

~*~
The boys go out fishing. Apparenly Miles has a Plan. And a List. And a serious jones to bring back fresh fish for Lorna to cook. Cuteness abounds.

( Looks like someone might be havin' trout for dinner tonight... )

Nathan, Amanda and Haroun

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While Moira is off discussing his test results with Madelyn, Nathan finds himself with company. Amanda needs a little reassurance. They banter a little about the real reason he wound up in the medlab.

( You look better in the Drama Queen tiara. )

A little later, Haroun happens by and does his best to provide Nathan with some distraction, in his own inimitable way.

( But when it comes to Medbay Frequent Flier Miles, you're still the one, the only, undisputed Champion of the Worrrrrrrld... )

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I wish I could take credit for this one, but Frito heard the song today and wrote this little scenelet. Let's just say...Doug's not doing very well.

( One song, glory... )

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Who: Haroul al-Rashid, Alison Blaire
Where: Jogging trails
When: Tuesday night
What Happens: They jog, have a close encounter with the Lake, walk back inside hand-in-hand, and then retire for food and cards. They flirt shamelessly.

( I don't play strip poker anymore. )