Author: MysticDragon

Title: Another day Another holler

Rating: PG for a couple swear words

A/N:  this is a response to Darkniteangels challenge:

*Write a Journal entry in Harper's POV that inclueds the following:

* A long lost friend (not Rev)
* Tyr crying
* Trance sitting in a chair and not moving
* Rommie trying to convince Harper to Jack in (which he doesn't want to)
* Dylan trying to negoitate a Treaty
* Beka trying to sabitoge that treaty
* a diamond Ring

Journal log entry # 123456

By: Harper the Love God

Dear Diary,

Today has been one hell of a week. It started out with Trance acting really weird. She started humming this really weird tune. Then she plopped her cute little purple behind, tail and all, into a chair. She just sat there, humming, and not moving for hours. It was really bizarre. I mean even more bizarre than is usual for Trance. But she came out of it after about eight hours and explained that her kind (whatever kind that is), go into a sort of hibernation every five years. It is supposed to help the channel their energy or some such nonsense. Trance in a trance, go figure.

Then at breakfast, Tyr started crying. I mean it, big crocodile tears. Well, of course we all panicked, not knowing what could be horrible enough to make our big, tough, hard as stone, resident Nietzschean cry like that. I honestly thought we were all going to die or something. But it turns out he simply put too much hot sauce on his eggs. I ought to pour the stuff down his throat for scaring us like that. Not that I will of course. I like breathing through my nose too much.

Do you remember Pygmalia? He helped save my skin when there was that little misunderstanding with the daughter of the Prime Minister on Ryslix. He turned out to be a very good friend. I hated that we lost touch after he became his planet's diplomatic ambassador. Anyway, he contacted Dylan this morning after breakfast. He wanted Dylan to help negotiate a treaty between his planet and one of their neighbors, Noxis. Dylan agreed and then spent about an hour trying to understand Noxis' diplomatic liaison. Beka was livid though. She was trying everything in her power to stop the negotiations. She yelled, screamed, kicked, cursed, and even begged. But Dylan thought the treaty important enough that he went ahead and made it. Rommie is sure his injuries aren't serious and he will recover in a few weeks. Probably just in time for Beka to come back from the planet so that she can make good on her promise to kill him. He really shouldn't have agreed to send her to pilot the Noxin royal family around while they visit Ryslix. Although the uniform they provided her was really worth seeing. I never even knew she had a tattoo there. Still, if Dylan wants to keep all his limbs attached, he better have a really good apology gift for her when she returns. I was thinking along the lines of a diamond ring, or a new slipstream for the Maru, or her own personal butler or something because he messed up big time.

Then Rommie spent all day trying to get me to jack in to her systems. She followed me around, pestering me until I finally had to hide in the one place she would never look for me. Yeah, I know. Me, running away from Rommie is like Rev throwing a wild party with lots of booze and sex; scary and probably would never happen in a million years. Well, look for your invitation from Rev; cause running from her is exactly what I was doing. Do you know why she wanted me jack in? Well, I'll tell you anyway. She wants to remake me. She says my look isn't becoming an officer of the Commonwealth. She wanted to get me try on clothes and try out different hairstyles. Seamus Harper has been dressing himself since he was four and I don't need help with it now. Although having Rommie dress me might have fun. What am I saying? I missed out on a chance to have a Bee-You-T-Ful lady, dress me. I must be out of my mind. I got to go now and find Rommie. Maybe I am not too late.

This is Harper, signing off.