4th floor common room - Saturday morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep rolls over for the eightieth time and realizes he really isn't going to be getting any more sleep any time soon. His arm is sore from the abuse P.T. and even with the brace on, he's pretty sure he slept on it funny.

So as not to wake his roommate, Shep grabs his laptop and heads down to the common room to make the first entry on his log for ethics and play Sims for a while.

Still in his pajamas, with a blanket around his shoulders, he settles into a couch, flips on the tube and types with one hand:


Ethics Assignment - Entry #1 - Saturday, December 3, 2005

Okay, so at first I couldn't think of what I needed to stop doing - which sounds arrogant as hell, but since I don't routinely go around making terribly snide remarks except to McKay or blowing people off just because they bother me or cheating on homework or whatever, I wasn't sure what to do.

Anyway, Lana says I need to knock off the 'stupider-than-thou' act. I didn't really think that would bother anyone, but apparently it does. So for the next week I actually have to own up to everything I understand, instead of playing dumb to get a laugh or get out of something. God help me I hope I don't run into McKay this week.

Just typing that took far longer than he had expected and now he's sleepy again, so he puts the computer on the table, snuggles up in his blanket and flips to VH1's Top Twenty Countdown and closes his eyes and listens to the music. He suspects he ought to start running again sometime soon. He'd just have to be sure not to trip and fall and it shouldn't aggravate his wrist too badly. But not today.


[he's not asleep, just kind of drifting. Come in and chat.]


[ETA: Shep and Lana have fallen asleep curled up together on the couch. Anyone want to come in and find them that way?]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana peeks in, smiling when she sees Shep sleeping on the couch. He just looks so... peaceful... and maybe a little vulnerable. She comes in as quietly as she can, trying not to wake him up, and curls up in one of the nearby chairs.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Having not actually been asleep, Shep opens one eye when he hears someone move across the room.

"We have to stop meeting like this. People are gonna start to talk."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"And here I was trying to be so quiet." She shakes her head.

"I thought you'd already taken care of that? Weren't you going to tell them I was your own personal dominatrix? That should shut them up fast." She grins at him. "Did you sleep well?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I wasn't asleep. Just resting.

No one's asked, so I haven't been able to use the Dominatrix line yet.

*sighs* Apparently not *vaguely gestures to the fact that he's still in his pajamas half-crashed on a common room couch* ... I think I got my hand tangled up under me. I woke up with it hurting like hell this morning. You?

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I slept pretty well. And talked with Paige this morning about the whole Sawyer thing, so I think that's straightened out."

She crossed over to the couch and sat on the floor by him. "Let me see your hand. Oh, stop, I'm not going to hurt you. Yet. But the massage helped last night, let me see if it will help today. Just about anything's got to be better than wasting your whole Saturday doped up, right?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Getting your bed back is a good thing.

*shrugs* I don't know... pain sucks pretty bad. Being wasted is a waste of time, but it doesn't hurt. *but he pulls his hand out from under the blanket and takes the brace off* Do your worst.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She takes his hand and works at it gently. "I used to be pretty good at this when I was dating Whitney. He was the captain of the football team and he could get pretty beat up. I used to - Um..."

She looks up, at him blushing a little. "Sorry, probably TMI. Anyway... is this helping at all?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I'm military. One thing military guys learn is that there's no such thing as TMI, so don't worry.

And well, yeah, that feels pretty good. It's the next part that worries me.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige was entirely bored so was looking for well anyone really she walked into the common room and saw Lana and Shep.

"Not interupting anyting am I?" she asked with a smile

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana glanced up at her and smiled. "Hey, Paige." Then she went back to focusing on what she was doing.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Just my daily torture session with my lovely Dominatrix. *He waves his good hand at her* Mornin'.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She looked at them both and laughed, "Lana? you know no one's gonna buy you as a dominatrix right? Well not unless I lend you some of my stuff anyway!"

"and yeah, morning Shep, how you feeling?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I'm just peachy.

And given the amount of joy Lana seems to find in chasing me down so she can inflict pain on me, the rest of the world can just reconfigure their preconceptions of Little Miss Sugar Puff over here.

*Stops and blinks* Wait... what stuff have you got?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She smiles at Lana, "I knew all this sweet stuff was a cover for pyre evil!" she says

At Shep question she blushes slightly and fakes a coughing fit, "oh erm...nothing, just you know a joke?" she said finally hoping he buy it, even if she hadn't had the reputation she did Shep didn't really need to know out the handcuffs and stuff

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*gives Lana a smirk that says he is so up to something.*

See now, Paige, I have this ethics assignment. I have to give up a trait that some people might not find all that endearing for a week. Lana, here, convinced me that I need to stop playing stupid. So, not buying your line. Spill. Whatcha got?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She blushes, "okay I'm thinking I liked it better when you were playing stupid, but werm lets just say I have some stuff that'd probably give Sawyer a heart attack, which is why is far he knows nothing about them, okay?"

She pauses, "it's nothing that bad though, just... Shep? Can I please stop talking now?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Little Miss Sugar Puff? Oh that's it. I'm coming up with some choice names for you now."

Lana had seen some of the stuff as Paige was moving in, "You'd have to see it to believe it. Though, come to think of it... maybe Paige would let me borrow it for some of our sessions here." She laughed and blushed at the same time.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She starts with the fake coughing fit again, not even Sawyer had seen the stuff in her room, not that she knew about anyway, only Jonathan and Geoff knew about it.

"You know I'm erm...gonna shut the hell up now, beofre I get myself in even more trouble than I'm already in"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You need a sash. And a tiara. Then you can do that little manequin wave everytime you see someone you know. Little Miss Sugar Puff 2005.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Let's just say I got *lots* of practice and got pretty good at both the working out kinks part and the soothing pain part, okay?" She smiled, but as her hair had fallen forward obscuring her face, he probably couldn't see it.

"Well, I was thinking about that this morning. And I thought that maybe if we started out the PT session with some massage to loosen it up, that might help both with the ROM and with decreasing the pain. I mean, it's going to hurt no matter what we do, but I'd imagine every bit of relief counts at this point. And then if I worked on it some more afterward it might ease up some more. It means a little longer session, but..."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*repeats under his breath* 'she can work out the kinks and soothe the pain'

*louder* You really are a Dominatrix aren't you?!

*Thinks about the rest of it* That's a really sweet offer, but I'm already imposing quite a bit. I can suck it up and take some ibuprofin. I'm sure you have better things to do than spend your whole day fucking around with my arm.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Brat." She whacks at him gently.

"It's totally up to you. I don't mind. I find the massage part soothing, myself, but it's your choice. I'm sure I'm better than ibuprofen anyday," she says giving him a mischievious look around the curtain of her hair, "But you'll know best."

"As for the time, what's another 20 minutes or so a day between friends. I mean, we are friends, aren't we?" She raises her eyebrows at him.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Well, if you don't mind... I mean, seriously, a guy would have to be on way better drugs than I have to turn down someone offering to give him a massage several times a day. But I don't want to be an obligation either.

And yeah, of course we're friends. *sobers a little* After the kind of talks we were having last night, I should hope so.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"You'll find I rarely offer things I don't want to." She paused. "All right, that sounded bad. But you know what I meant. And you'd better be careful who you tell that you're getting daily massages from me. Talk about people talking!"

She sobers a little too. "I know. I didn't really intend to get into any of that. I just somehow find myself saying things I wouldn't otherwise to you."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound that bad... so far you haven't offered anything I can deliberately misconstrue. Are you afraid I'll cost you your Miss Sugar Puff crown by spreading malicious rumors?

Turn about's fair play. I can't remember the last time I even mentioned my parents to anyone before last night.