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A small annoying beep had been continuing for the last ten minutes, till Duo figured that unless he answered the damn thing it wouldn't shut up and let him sleep. Not that sleeping inside a gundam was particularly comfortable; it was just that, hey it was *HIS* sleep for Christ's sake. He booted up Deathsycthe's computers, gave the appropriate passwords, and finally located the confounded beeping "priority" message. Once he got the damn thing to shut up, he read that Quatre was having a small get together of gundams and friends for the holidays, which those dumb (well not really dumb in the stupid sense) doctors were giving them off, because OZ had been particularly quiet for a while now. Duo had been half relieved to be given a break from all the sneaking around and attempting to hack, which he had no skill at compared to the *great* Heero Yuy, but missed the idea of being Shinigami and getting to blow things up. Well, considering he was the God of Death, he guessed he never really got a break from being Shinigami, and he could still blow things up.... especially that dumb blond Relena, who seemed to ALWAYS find them. Or Heero, should we say. After grumbling a bit at being woken up by a stupid e-mail, he decided that he should get all cheery and happy about the idea of spending the holidays off with his friends, but… not till morning. He NEEDED his sleep. As he settled back down, squirming a little so the straps were outta the way, and dozed back to sleep, he wondered, 'what other friends...'
Unfortunately for Quatre's priority message it only got about halfway through the first beep before Heero threw himself from the bed to the computer and quickly scanned for any incoming missions. One could swear the message seemed almost sad that it hadn't gotten a chance to "properly" announce itself, as it made a small sighing sound as it shut down while Heero logged in. Heero quickly read what Quatre had written about the holidays, gundams and friends, then wrote simply a two-word reply, shut down his precious laptop, and went back to bed.
Quatre silently rubbed his temple, while a cup of tea sat in front of him, slowly cooling. Sometimes he wished Heero wouldn't be so damned serious about EVERYTHING. The words "Ninmu Kanryou" flashed on the screen in front of Quatre. It wasn't that Heero's seriousness gave Quatre headaches, it was just that the message was so, so, so.... well, Heero. And he had had a very long day trying to persuade his sister to stay on colony L3 to see a doctor about her illness, instead of her coming to earth just to see their long lost cousin and his friends. He had finally won but gotten a major migraine in the process. When Rashid had noticed he had brought him a cup of tea to help. The gesture was undeniably very sweet and caring, but he couldn't seem to get it through anyone's head that he absolutely HATED tea. What was wrong with people? Just because every other Winner was in love with tea, didn't mean he was. Talk about stubborn people.
Just when Quatre decided that he needed to get up to retrieve some badly desired aspirin, his computer beeped. He just blinked. What the hell...? E- mail? As he returned to his seat, he counted on his fingers: 'one, two, three, four, plus me, equals five.' There are only five gundams and he had heard from everyone, Heero being the last. 'Who was e-mailing him? Especially on his private line?' With his curiosity piqued, he opened the up the video e-mail that was beeping at him. Quatre nearly dumped his tea all over the place, as he jumped when Relena's face popped up on the screen and she began to speak, *very loudly*. It took a second for Quatre to come out of his stupor and turn down the volume, by then Relena had finished whatever she had screamed in to the microphone. From what he could tell, there was also quite a bit of static accompanying her voice. 'Great' he thought, 'she messed up a video e-mail, how much more blond can one get?' Obviously, Relena was somewhat challenged in the technology field. Quatre repeated the scratchy message.
"KONICHIWAAAA!!! *fuzzfuzz* HEARD *scratchscritch* YOUR VACATION! *fizzscreech* COMING *tapeblacksout* HEERO?!?! *wobblewobble* --OVE, RELENA!!! *blank*"
Quatre sat dumbfounded, wanting desperately to cry. 'They are gonna kill me!!' Not only was he going to have to hook up and play host to five boys other than the gundams, but Relena was coming and probably bringing friends...like, *gasp*... Dorothy.
Rashid looked up, startled, as he heard a loud sounding shriek echo through the house, followed by resounding thump. 'Really' he thought, 'if that cat is anywhere near my new specialty toupee, I'll hang the confounded critter!' (O.O ........)
A small annoying beep had been continuing for the last ten minutes, till Duo figured that unless he answered the damn thing it wouldn't shut up and let him sleep. Not that sleeping inside a gundam was particularly comfortable; it was just that, hey it was *HIS* sleep for Christ's sake. He booted up Deathsycthe's computers, gave the appropriate passwords, and finally located the confounded beeping "priority" message. Once he got the damn thing to shut up, he read that Quatre was having a small get together of gundams and friends for the holidays, which those dumb (well not really dumb in the stupid sense) doctors were giving them off, because OZ had been particularly quiet for a while now. Duo had been half relieved to be given a break from all the sneaking around and attempting to hack, which he had no skill at compared to the *great* Heero Yuy, but missed the idea of being Shinigami and getting to blow things up. Well, considering he was the God of Death, he guessed he never really got a break from being Shinigami, and he could still blow things up.... especially that dumb blond Relena, who seemed to ALWAYS find them. Or Heero, should we say. After grumbling a bit at being woken up by a stupid e-mail, he decided that he should get all cheery and happy about the idea of spending the holidays off with his friends, but… not till morning. He NEEDED his sleep. As he settled back down, squirming a little so the straps were outta the way, and dozed back to sleep, he wondered, 'what other friends...'
Unfortunately for Quatre's priority message it only got about halfway through the first beep before Heero threw himself from the bed to the computer and quickly scanned for any incoming missions. One could swear the message seemed almost sad that it hadn't gotten a chance to "properly" announce itself, as it made a small sighing sound as it shut down while Heero logged in. Heero quickly read what Quatre had written about the holidays, gundams and friends, then wrote simply a two-word reply, shut down his precious laptop, and went back to bed.
Quatre silently rubbed his temple, while a cup of tea sat in front of him, slowly cooling. Sometimes he wished Heero wouldn't be so damned serious about EVERYTHING. The words "Ninmu Kanryou" flashed on the screen in front of Quatre. It wasn't that Heero's seriousness gave Quatre headaches, it was just that the message was so, so, so.... well, Heero. And he had had a very long day trying to persuade his sister to stay on colony L3 to see a doctor about her illness, instead of her coming to earth just to see their long lost cousin and his friends. He had finally won but gotten a major migraine in the process. When Rashid had noticed he had brought him a cup of tea to help. The gesture was undeniably very sweet and caring, but he couldn't seem to get it through anyone's head that he absolutely HATED tea. What was wrong with people? Just because every other Winner was in love with tea, didn't mean he was. Talk about stubborn people.
Just when Quatre decided that he needed to get up to retrieve some badly desired aspirin, his computer beeped. He just blinked. What the hell...? E- mail? As he returned to his seat, he counted on his fingers: 'one, two, three, four, plus me, equals five.' There are only five gundams and he had heard from everyone, Heero being the last. 'Who was e-mailing him? Especially on his private line?' With his curiosity piqued, he opened the up the video e-mail that was beeping at him. Quatre nearly dumped his tea all over the place, as he jumped when Relena's face popped up on the screen and she began to speak, *very loudly*. It took a second for Quatre to come out of his stupor and turn down the volume, by then Relena had finished whatever she had screamed in to the microphone. From what he could tell, there was also quite a bit of static accompanying her voice. 'Great' he thought, 'she messed up a video e-mail, how much more blond can one get?' Obviously, Relena was somewhat challenged in the technology field. Quatre repeated the scratchy message.
"KONICHIWAAAA!!! *fuzzfuzz* HEARD *scratchscritch* YOUR VACATION! *fizzscreech* COMING *tapeblacksout* HEERO?!?! *wobblewobble* --OVE, RELENA!!! *blank*"
Quatre sat dumbfounded, wanting desperately to cry. 'They are gonna kill me!!' Not only was he going to have to hook up and play host to five boys other than the gundams, but Relena was coming and probably bringing friends...like, *gasp*... Dorothy.
Rashid looked up, startled, as he heard a loud sounding shriek echo through the house, followed by resounding thump. 'Really' he thought, 'if that cat is anywhere near my new specialty toupee, I'll hang the confounded critter!' (O.O ........)