Softly, she tells him, "I'd be lying if I said a part of me doesn't want to
say fuck it all and save Dave. You know I wouldn't hold it against you. But
this is what I'm doing."
Then her communicator beeps, and she glances down at it, not really
planning to reply till later. Until she sees the
message. "Oh, for fuck's sake!"
She shakes her head as she shoots back a reply. "Hang on, I have to text my
inmate for a minute because some people on the Barge behave like actual
children. ...Not Sweeney. He's being the mature person in the room."
Shaun raises his eyebrows. "This sounds like a story I'm very interested in hearing." Not that he doesn't think Sweeny can act like an adult. He likes what he's seen of him. But imagining him as The Adult in the Room is a little terrifying.
Maggie answers slowly, still typing as she does, only half of her mind on
what she's saying. "Pagan is in a Barge coma, and his inmate and boyfriend
are having a huge argument over what to do with his unconscious body.
Sweeney intervened, which I do not envy him; Misty and Dorian bring
a lot of personality to the party."
She grimaces. "Now he's stuck there on babysitting duty indefinitely so he
can enforce a truce."
Shaun lets out a short laugh. "I don't know Misty, but I've met Dorian. He sure is something." He's mostly found Dorian entertaining, but he can imagine arguing with him would be maddening.
"Is this a thing? Am I going to have to make out a fucking will or something? What do do with me if I drop dead, aside from putting a bullet in my brainstem?"
"I'm making one now," Maggie murmurs. "What to do if I'm unconscious for an
extended period. Show you once I've sent it. Not that I think there'd be an
issue with you and Tim and Sweeney. All of you are more sensible and less
infuriating than Misty, which should tell you a lot."
Considering the personalities of her own nearest and dearest on board.
Shaun snickers. "I don't think I've ever been called 'sensible' in my entire life. Besides, I know what you really want. It's to be propped up in a corner to scare the shit out of people."
One: he is projecting.
Two: Maggie is insane for horror movies. There's probably a tiny part of her that agrees.
"This is still a prison ship," Maggie counters. "And one with an
inmate who thinks viruses sound like good playthings. I do not want
to be left outside my cabin, thank you, lest I wake up in the middle of a
zombie uprising."
She passes over her
communicator. "Forgot to mention on here that you get my kitchen key,
but you do. Please keep the ship fed and don't give anyone good poisoning."
He looks over the list, nodding a little as he does. Yeah, that all makes sense, and he is deeply glad not to be on dog-duty. Not that he thinks Maggie would ask him unless it was the direst circumstance, but it's still nice to see it in writing. He hands the communicator back to her.
"I think we can manage that." Brief pause. "Though if you ever did need me to keep an eye on the fur monster, I can. Just make sure I have a whole pile of Xanax."
"Just give her to B over at the kennel if for some reason neither of the
others can take her. I trust B, he's the one who gave her to me in the
first place after she was left behind by a former passenger." No need to
resort to Xanax, Shaun.
"I expect my body to be treated with the care and respect it deserves," he says, grinning over at her. "By which I mean that I want hilarious jokes to be played, and footage or stills of them to be shown to to me on waking. Nothing sexual, and bonus points given for whatever the hell criteria I feel like when I wake up."
Maggie absolutely cackles at that. "I'll see what I can do. I refuse to
prop you up in a random common room for the same reasons I don't want that
myself. But I can bring you to the infirmary and leave a note next to you
inviting silliness as long as it's documented for your amusement."
"Fair," he agrees, also laughing. "Plus, I don't think I'd trust unsupervised assholes not to be incredibly fucking weird in a way that I would not appreciate."
He moves to help her, shrugging a little as he snags a piece of vegetable from a cutting board. "Fine. You'd think the pace of this place would be jarring--how it alternates between boring and crazy--but it feels pretty familiar. Except there's no site to manage when it's boring."
"Don't tell me you miss stomping trolls in the forums, Shaun," Maggie
teases, heading to the stove to start trying her hand at curried silkworm
cocoons. "God though, I was glad for the quiet lately. October was such
a clusterfuck, I needed the recovery time. Sweeney and Tim don't seem to
feel the need to hover and fret over me anymore, either, so clearly I'm not
the only one who can tell it worked."
"There is a certain satisfaction in telling someone to fuck off and then banning them, yes." Though Maggie is well aware that he gets itchy when he has to sit still too long. He glanced over at her. "It didn't help that you literally died."
"Honestly, I was having more trouble with the guilt of it than with
contemplating my own mortality." Even though her loved ones might not
share that sentiment. "And Sweeney dying horribly as soon as I'd gotten
back on my feet fucked me up pretty badly, too."
She has her priorities straight, as usual.
"Tim said if I hadn't taken a break unprompted, he was about ready to
kidnap me and sit on me until I took a nap." Tim is a good boyfriend.
Shaun just shakes his head a little. That tracks. Maggie is better at taking care of herself than most of his team--unless she thinks other people need her care more. And he knows that causing an outbreak had fucked her up pretty badly.
"Smart of him, though if he does do that, he should let the rest of us know where you are. I can think of one or two people who might worry."
"I promise my boyfriend will never whisk me off to sleep for a week or two
without giving you and Sweeney a courtesy heads up," Maggie dutifully
swears, nudging Shaun with the elbow of the arm currently holding a large
spoon.
"I think Sweeney would've been a willing accomplice, at the time."
He grins a little, elbowing her back. "Thanks. I'd hate to charge in here looking for you and find you with Tim sitting on you. So awkward. I might blush."
"I'll have you know I set the security system to Do Not Disturb before
doing things that would make you blush. Aren't I considerate?" Maggie grins
at him. "You have emergency override permissions in case you need decon
facilities, obviously, but this is your fair warning to only use them in an
actual emergency."
"I thought I was the fragile flower who needed protection in our
team," Maggie retorts, grinning. "Not that it keeps me from looking out for
all of you, of course."
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Softly, she tells him, "I'd be lying if I said a part of me doesn't want to say fuck it all and save Dave. You know I wouldn't hold it against you. But this is what I'm doing."
Then her communicator beeps, and she glances down at it, not really planning to reply till later. Until she sees the message. "Oh, for fuck's sake!"
She shakes her head as she shoots back a reply. "Hang on, I have to text my inmate for a minute because some people on the Barge behave like actual children. ...Not Sweeney. He's being the mature person in the room."
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Maggie answers slowly, still typing as she does, only half of her mind on what she's saying. "Pagan is in a Barge coma, and his inmate and boyfriend are having a huge argument over what to do with his unconscious body. Sweeney intervened, which I do not envy him; Misty and Dorian bring a lot of personality to the party."
She grimaces. "Now he's stuck there on babysitting duty indefinitely so he can enforce a truce."
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"Is this a thing? Am I going to have to make out a fucking will or something? What do do with me if I drop dead, aside from putting a bullet in my brainstem?"
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"I'm making one now," Maggie murmurs. "What to do if I'm unconscious for an extended period. Show you once I've sent it. Not that I think there'd be an issue with you and Tim and Sweeney. All of you are more sensible and less infuriating than Misty, which should tell you a lot."
Considering the personalities of her own nearest and dearest on board.
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One: he is projecting.
Two: Maggie is insane for horror movies. There's probably a tiny part of her that agrees.
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"This is still a prison ship," Maggie counters. "And one with an inmate who thinks viruses sound like good playthings. I do not want to be left outside my cabin, thank you, lest I wake up in the middle of a zombie uprising."
She passes over her communicator. "Forgot to mention on here that you get my kitchen key, but you do. Please keep the ship fed and don't give anyone good poisoning."
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"I think we can manage that." Brief pause. "Though if you ever did need me to keep an eye on the fur monster, I can. Just make sure I have a whole pile of Xanax."
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"Just give her to B over at the kennel if for some reason neither of the others can take her. I trust B, he's the one who gave her to me in the first place after she was left behind by a former passenger." No need to resort to Xanax, Shaun.
"Anything I should keep in mind for you?"
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Maggie absolutely cackles at that. "I'll see what I can do. I refuse to prop you up in a random common room for the same reasons I don't want that myself. But I can bring you to the infirmary and leave a note next to you inviting silliness as long as it's documented for your amusement."
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People.
Are.
Weird.
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"Probably a wise choice," Maggie agrees.
"Now, I think I promised you cooking experiments. Tell me how you've been while we're at it."
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"Don't tell me you miss stomping trolls in the forums, Shaun," Maggie teases, heading to the stove to start trying her hand at curried silkworm cocoons. "God though, I was glad for the quiet lately. October was such a clusterfuck, I needed the recovery time. Sweeney and Tim don't seem to feel the need to hover and fret over me anymore, either, so clearly I'm not the only one who can tell it worked."
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"Honestly, I was having more trouble with the guilt of it than with contemplating my own mortality." Even though her loved ones might not share that sentiment. "And Sweeney dying horribly as soon as I'd gotten back on my feet fucked me up pretty badly, too."
She has her priorities straight, as usual.
"Tim said if I hadn't taken a break unprompted, he was about ready to kidnap me and sit on me until I took a nap." Tim is a good boyfriend.
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"Smart of him, though if he does do that, he should let the rest of us know where you are. I can think of one or two people who might worry."
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"I promise my boyfriend will never whisk me off to sleep for a week or two without giving you and Sweeney a courtesy heads up," Maggie dutifully swears, nudging Shaun with the elbow of the arm currently holding a large spoon.
"I think Sweeney would've been a willing accomplice, at the time."
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"I'll have you know I set the security system to Do Not Disturb before doing things that would make you blush. Aren't I considerate?" Maggie grins at him. "You have emergency override permissions in case you need decon facilities, obviously, but this is your fair warning to only use them in an actual emergency."
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"I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities," Maggie says, and the words are teasing, but her tone is actually sincere.
"You're not going to walk in on anything you don't want to see without warning, I promise."
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"I thought I was the fragile flower who needed protection in our team," Maggie retorts, grinning. "Not that it keeps me from looking out for all of you, of course."