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2nd Floor Common Room (Tuesday)

Elizabeth had added her poster next to Parker's.

It was her only poster at the moment. There was no point in plastering the school with them if she decided not to run in the end.

Vote Elizabeth Weir as Junior Student Council Representative

She headed back to the corner table where she had started her jigsaw puzzle last week.

She looked distracted, and occassionally glanced across at the poster. Why was she running? Was it because she felt that she should?

[[Come and help with the puzzle, or, if anyone wouldn't mind trying to talk her out of this emo funk she's got herself into, that would be very much appreciated!]]

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"Aren't people supposed to pull their punches when they spar? I mean, that's why it's called sparring and not beating the crap out of someone, right? Maybe you should sign up for the self defense class this term. Or start sparring with the Chef's chicken."

"Aeryn normally does," Cameron touches his jaw. "I was actually considering that class."

"Sounds like you might need it. I'd say 'it's either that or 9 mil', but around here we aren't allowed to be armed. And Aeryn might take exception to you pulling a gun on her. And, of course, there's the off chance that even with one Parker could still kick your ass. She's not someone I ever want to be on the wrong side of."

"No, I don't think I ever made it on her wrong side, but I did know what she does when you do," he shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.

Shep isn't sure what that means. Isn't sure he wants to know. He just makes a mental note. 'Don't ever piss off Parker. She'll do something bad to your neck.'

"More like your head," Cameron nods. "Pissing Aeryn off isn't very smart either, though."

Shep tosses the two puzzle pieces in his hand down onto the table. "It was a mistake! I'm gonna hear about this for the rest of my life, aren't I?"

Cameron laughs, it kinda hurts his chest. "Probably," he says and pats Sheppard on the back. "Don't worry about it, you're still alive."

Shep seriously thinks about grabbing that hand and pulling Cam under his arm to give him a noogie. But with the bruises on his face it might not end up as funny as it sounds to him in theory. "Yeah, and I left the gym with my face the same color it was when I went in," he returns instead.

"She totally had my permission to beat me up," Cameron frowns. "Maybe you're right and there is something wrong with my hobbies."

"I think there's something wrong with a lot more than your hobbies! You let her beat you up? You gave her permission? I've had my ass kicked by a girl with sticks on a regular basis, but I never gave her permission. Doesn't this little hamlet have a shrink? 'Cause really, I think you and I should take a walk." Shep is now squinting at Cameron like he's turned into a flounder or a octopus or something right in front of his eyes.

Cameron blinks and gets slightly defensive. "I told her we'd spar, I knew she'd kick my ass. I got in a few punches, but it's not like she roughed me up because I was annoying her."

"Dude, that's so not how you made it sound. You said, in essence, that your hobby was getting beat up by girls and you told Parker to go for it. That sounds kind of bad from over here. I'm just getting your back, you know?"

"I was joking, man. You were the one who said it and considering how I knowingly spar with girls who I know can beat me, it's sorta true. But thanks, I don't think they've tried to kill me yet."

"Just worried about your ~~mental~~ health. Vala" he said with emphasis, "would kick my ass if she knew I thought something was wrong and didn't do anything about it." Yeah, that sounded good. Right?

"I'll let her know you're looking out for me," Cameron snorts.

Shep cocked a goofy grin, "Bros before hoes, man." He laughed out loud - not because what he said was that funny, but because it really wasn't.

"I'm going to assume that you're kidding," Cameron says, not really impressed with anyone calling Vala that.

Shep shook his head, "Nevermind."

Cameron shakes his head. "I get the feeling that we keep misunderstanding each other."

"I've been told I have a warped sense of humor." Shep shrugs. Nothing had brought them to blows yet, so it could have been way worse.

"Uh huh," Cameron nods and grins, "I'm amazed you haven't been lynched yet."

Lynched, no, but I've seen the business end of a few guns. So, you know, I'm pretty okay with the no weapons policy around here.

"Uh yeah, I suppose that wouldn't be fun."

"Not so much, no." Shep thinks for a second. "And yet, I still haven't learned to shut the hell up. Think that may be signficant?"

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