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I think Scratch is starting to relax a little. Keeps running into Winc, but maybe ze’s getting used to it. At least when ze gets freaked out, which is pretty often, ze can just jump offline. Apparently they ran into each other in some Star Trek room. Winc plays in there all the time. Weird, though, Scratch never goes into those rooms.
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SCRATCH JOURNAL ENTRY
Spoiler:Hey, what’s a nonspacey like me gotta do to get a little attention around here?
Ishara Yar:Oh, something like that’ll do.
Spoiler:::slow grin::
Ishara Yar:Why “Spoiler”?
Spoiler:Oh, you’ll find out ::assuming aggressive combat stance::
Ishara Yar:Will I, now? ::kicking up at your head::
Spoiler:Actually, main mission in life is getting you off… ::ducking::
Ishara Yar:::slow smile, folding my arms:: Is that right? And why would that be?
Spoiler:You space aliens are so repressed. Always shooting down ships when you’d be better off fucking…
Ishara Yar:::swinging, missing:: Who you callin’ an alien? ::growling::
Spoiler:Hmmm, thought all you space things liked girls in every port. ::dancing sideways real fast::
Ishara Yar:That did it! ::lunging at you, tackling you at the knees::
Spoiler:Eeeeeep!
Ishara Yar:::pulling you closer, the two of us on the ground::
Spoiler:::Muffled:: My, what big muscles you have…
Ishara Yar:::grinning:: All the better to do what must be done, my darling!
Spoiler:Ooh, your scent, it’s so seductive. Wish I could see you better. ::muffled:: But your sleeve’s across my face, and ::grunt::
Ishara Yar:::straddling you, looking down into your eyes:: ::smiling::
Spoiler:Yes?
Ishara Yar:::leaning down, my face against your neck:: ::biting gently::
Spoiler:::squirming:: Mmmmmmmm
Ishara Yar:::sitting back up:: ::whispering:: Next time, it’s for blood.
Spoiler:::batting baby blues:: Did you say blood?! If you say that again I’m afraid you’ll wake a sleeping beast.
Ishara Yar:::whispering:: Blood.
Ishara Yar:Wakey, wakey, sleeping beast.
