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[sistershoggoth]

CHARACTERS: Alnair Brood, Asuka, Murphy, Bellamy.
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY(S) :041/042
SUMMARY: Annie organizing other people's lives for them because that's the only way she can deal with her own.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

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[sistershoggoth]

( Nah, I'm gonna gut punch you then drag you to the deck by your pant leg. It's how I handle all my unruly students. )

[ She's... not joking? There's like a little montage she feeds him of surly teenage girls being dragged across marble floors to join the others outside or in the gymnasium. ]

[earthborn]

[Shepard, not directly involved in the conversation, nevertheless cannot help but overhear, and comment.]

( that's hot. )

[sistershoggoth]

( I try not to fuck my students. )

[ A face crops up briefly. An asian girl with dyed pink hair and a hero worship problem--Mimi. Annie shoves it down in a rush. ]

( I just want him to run laps and do some fight practice with the rest of my brood. )

[earthborn]

( Uh huh. )

[She believes you. No really. Really. not really.]

( Kick his ass into gear, then. Let me know if you need backup. )

[sistershoggoth]

[ She did not fuck that girl. It was really, really hard because Mimi freaking Gao was really really insistent about it, but Annie. Did not. Have relations with that girl. The fluster of having to assert that -- not just now, but all the times she'd had to tell Mimi no is hot in her chest, on her face. ]

( I have a couple whiners to drag in, I'm on it. )

[wrackful]

( Funny, sounds kind of similar to how my last lesson went. )

[He doesn't throw the memory back at her, but there's a flash of an impromptu classroom, metal walls, windows that look out onto space, kids sitting in rows on folding chairs, no desks. And the sudden shock rippling through them all as a man, their teacher, punches Murphy across the face.]

( I'm not really interested in more. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Don't give a shit, buddy. You can cry while you run your laps for all I fucking care. )

[wrackful]

[That gets a burst of incredulity.]

( I'm not running laps. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Definitely gonna. Probably gonna sit on you while you do pushups too. )

[wrackful]

( Keep dreaming. Never going to happen. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Don't have to be scared, buddy. Lots of weak sauce girls throw up and faint and shit on their first day at camp. I'll hold your hair back, promise. )

[wrackful]

( Nah, this isn't scared. I've just got better things to do. )

[Like absolutely anything.]

[sistershoggoth]

( Jerking off only works so many muscles, Murphy. )

[wrackful]

( Yeah, luckily. Otherwise I'd be lopsided. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Trying to tell me you aren't? Bells says I have to leave you alone so you can get over your own pissy bitch feelings, but this isn't the last you've heard of me, dickhead. )

butts in

[deployed]

( Murphy. )

[ Bellamy's interference may not necessarily be helpful, but. ]

( It won't be like that. )

[wrackful]

[There's the impression of eyes being rolled. Trust Bellamy to butt in, reassurance Murphy doesn't actually need - they aren't on the Ark, Annie isn't Pike, Murphy isn't a Skybox inmate. But that still doesn't mean he's down for this.]

( Yeah, because I'm not doing it. )

[deployed]

( You should. She's right. )

[ Not that physical combat had ever or would ever be Murphy's first resort, but if they get caught flat-footed again and Murphy was on his own— ]

( You can only leech so much off the Nest second-hand. )

[wrackful]

( Sounds great. Have fun. )

[deployed]

( Don't be stubborn. )

[ pot, kettle, etc. ]

( Learn to handle yourself in a fight. I shouldn't have to argue with you about this. )

[ There's a lot simmering below the surface that Bellamy's just not acknowledging. For once, he's keeping a tight lid on his thoughts. For the moment, at least. ]

[wrackful]

( Yeah, and I shouldn't have to point out how, for once, we don't have to fight. Or hunt. Or run from grounders or chipped zombies, or walk through woods and desert for days. So you'll just have to forgive me if I don't want to ruin the one good thing about this place by voluntarily signing up to run laps. )

[deployed]

( I wish that were true. But just because we aren't up against the same kind of problems we are at home doesn't mean we aren't still in danger every time they send us on a mission. )

[ he hates saying this. the sentiment comes out raw. ]

( We can still get hurt. )

[wrackful]

( We're not on a mission, and I handled myself fine on the last two. )

[By the skin of his teeth, and with a hell of a lot of help from the extra talents the Nest had loaded people up with. But Murphy's dug his heels in too far now to listen to the logic behind Bellamy's words. Don't be stubborn had only served to anchor the belligerence more firmly.]

( Go play boot camp if you want. I'm not joining. )

[deployed]

[ There's a whole logical argument Bellamy wants to make. He wants to push this to the breaking point, where presumably Murphy would cave. But Bellamy's choking on something simpler: I don't want you to get hurt if I'm not there to help you. It bleeds though as a formless worry as Bellamy grits his teeth against irritation. ]

( I'll be training with Annie. The invitation's open. )