Best-Laid Plans

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.

Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.

She was going to have to move him. And fast.

"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.

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[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*returns with razor and shaving foam*

Hey, someone want to lend a hand here? He keeps wiggling like that and I'm liable to cut something Lee Aeryn will be wanting later...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*squirms in fear omg*

*drools on Vala's leg*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Ew... *wipes leg* Just for that, Crichton...

*starts planning patterns in her head...*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*wipes snot off on Vala's leg for he is drugged and cannot control himself*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Oh, gross. What Lee Aeryn sees in you, *looks down* or ever will I'll never know...

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*cuddles Vala*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*Is relived that, being currently handcuffed and restrained by at least three women -- one with a razor at his groin -- he can't actually do much cuddling*

[swerval_zero]

*pins one of his ankles*

*grins at Vala* Wouldn' want to do damage. Lee Aeryn would slaughter us.