xp_logs | Moira, Nathan, Bridge, Dom, and Theo, backdated to Wednesday night

Wednesday night, somewhere over the Atlantic. Stuck in a plane with half the Wild Pack and a very unconscious fiance - whatever will Moira do? (Apart from sit back and enjoy the show.) The discussion turns to Nathan's facial hair. (Be very glad we faded to black when we did...)

"I'm bored." Two of the most terrifying words in the universe when spoken by Domino, and Bridge gave her a long, steady look, noting the dancing mischief in those violet eyes. "Are we there yet?"

Theo, sprawled across one of the Gulfstream's long white couches, gave a rumbling laugh and then threw a peanut at her.

Moira blinked as the peanut bounced off of the seat and blinked dully against Nathan's head. Giggling, she picked it up and ate it. "Awww, but ye lot are _never_ borin'. Trust me."

Nathan grumbled and shifted. He was about as sprawled as Theo, but considerably less conscious. Almost as soon as the plane had reached cruising altitude, he'd crashed hard, as if someone had turned out the light.

Bridge gave him a measuring look, and Theo a reproving one. "Don't wake him up," he said, mock-sternly. "Do you want a cranky Nate on your conscience?" His only reply was another rumble of laughter.

"Aw, get him to Muir and Cranky-Nate will go away for the duration," Domino said knowingly, a twinkle in her eyes as she looked at Moira. "The place is magic, don't you know..."

She snorted and then grinned. "'e jus' likes the scenary," she said, innocently, stretching her legs. Her stomach was a little irritated with her but since she was watching what she ate, it didn't look like she was going to throw up. "Ye could always try an' paint a mustache on 'im, Dom."

"I've done that. It wasn't worth the subsequent harassment." Domino gave Moira a long, thoughtful look. "Do you want some water or something?" she asked. "You're looking a little peaked."

Theo immediately sat up, peering at Moira. "Water would be good," he urged her. "Can't be getting dehydrated, that would be bad..."

Bridge tried not to laugh. "They fuss because they love," he told Moira. "Really."

"They jus' like th' idea o' bein' able ta boss me around," she grumbled, half-heartedly. "But aye, some water would be good, thank ye. Bit dry in airplanes." Moira eyed Nathan. "Besides, 'e'd look 'orrid wit' a mustache. Th' stubble can stay, mustache is where I draw th' line."

Bridge lost the battle not to laugh. "You'll be glad that you've never seen him on any of the jobs where he had to grow a beard for cover, then."

"Nothing wrong with being a little hairier than usual," Theo protested.

Domino made a little face. "But Nate's beard is alarming," she complained, rising to go and get Moira a bottle of water out of the little miniature fridge. She liked Gulfstreams, she decided. The Pack really needed to pool their funds and buy one.

"Theo, yer 'air isnae sentient, I think Nathan's is." She accepted the water gratefully, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was. "Up ta a certain point, it looks good. After tha', I start leavin' 'ints. Like perchin' above 'im wit' th' razor every mornin'."

A peal of helpless laughter burst from Domino, who immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes dancing, as Nathan stirred and opened his eyes, a sleepy look of resentment forming on his features.

"What's with all the noise?" he demanded, pushing himself back up to a sitting position and ignoring the little ripple of uneasiness at being in something that was in motion, but not being able to see where it was going. "Can't a guy get a nap around here..."