"Dylan, we've docked at Florn Drift." Andromeda called into his quarters,
interrupting his romantic dance with Holly.
"Give the crew the rest of the day to explore the drift." He commanded, not missing a step.
"Aye Captain." She acknowledged before leaving.
Chelsey was skipping down the hall (for no apparent reason) minding her own business. She had just heard the announcement that the crew was going to be allowed to explore the drift for the rest of the day. She skipped along happily, until she suddenly stopped and her face acquired an odd look.
"Chelsey? What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Andromeda worried from a view port nearby.
"Huh? No, that's just the way I look when I'm thinking." Chelsey responded coming out of her stupor. "Andromeda, where's Lauren?"
"Her quarters. Would you like me to contact her?"
"No, I'll go see her myself." Chelsey said, altering her course to head towards Lauren's quarters.
"So, what do you want to do? Considering we have the rest of the day off?" Lauren asked Harper, who was putting the movie away.
"I owe you dinner, remember?" He smiled and sat back down next to her.
"Yay! Our first date." She replied laying her head on his shoulder.
"Awe, you two are so cute." Isa cooed, from where she sat beside Lauren (curled up in Marcus's arms).
"We know." Harper agreed, "But you guys are cute too."
"We know." They agreed.
"Hey! We could double date." Isa suggested.
"Baby, I think Harper and Lauren want their first date to be just them." Marcus explained.
"No offense." Lauren told her.
"None taken. Besides, Marc and I have some catching up to do." Isa said.
"We could do something tomorrow night." Harper recommended.
"Ooo, we could get everyone together and have a great big dinner." Lauren suggested enthusiastically.
"That sounds good." Marcus agreed.
"You're kind of a 'yes-man', you know that?" Harper informed him.
"It comes from taking orders practically my entire life." Marcus shrugged.
"Lauren! Lauren! Lauren! Let me in, I've got the coolest idea!" Chelsey called, knocking frantically at the door.
"Chelsey, you don't have to knock, you just ask to be let in." Lauren called back, "Hell, you don't even have to ask." The door opened and Chelsey hurried in, the door closing behind her.
Andromeda's hologram appeared next to Chelsey, "I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny." She shrugged.
"Look what I did. A warship with a sense of humor." Harper smiled and Lauren applauded.
"I have these doors. I hate 'em! I hate 'em! I hate 'em!" Chelsey pouted, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"You just have to learn to outsmart the door." Isa told her.
"I never knew how to feel about her." Chelsey told Lauren.
"Hey!" Isa said indignantly.
"She's not so bad." Lauren smiled at Isa.
"What brought this on?" Chelsey asked.
"Guys? I'm right here. I CAN here you." Isa interrupted.
"Common ground." Lauren said, ignoring Isa, "For a time, we both wanted to wring Seamus's scrawny, albeit sexy, little neck because he's a retard." Lauren put large emphasis on the word retard.
"Hey!" Harper protested. Lauren turned her head and kissed him passionately. He moaned softly into her mouth then she pulled away.
"I love you." She whispered quietly, smiling at him.
"I love you, too." He replied, just as softly, returning her smile.
"Get a room." Chelsey snapped.
"They're in a room." Marcus supplied.
"Chelsey's just jealous because she hasn't got a man." Lauren shot.
"Do you wanna hear about my new game or not?" Chelsey asked.
"Not." Harper said quickly.
"Go ahead Chelsey." Lauren threw a playful glare in Harper's direction.
"Okay, it's called 'Crazy Captain'." Chelsey began.
"I like it already." Lauren smiled.
"I know, isn't it great? First, we have to buy out all the dental hygiene supplies on the drift, then we randomly lick Dylan." Chelsey elaborated.
"And run away." Isa finished.
"Are you trying to find the Tootsie-Roll at the center?" Marcus asked, slightly appalled but amused.
"There's a Tootsie-Roll at the center of Dylan?" Harper asked disgusted.
"Well, we'll just have to find out." Isa stated, "I'm in."
"Oh, I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play!" Lauren waved her hand in the air like a five-year-old who knew the answer to a question.
"I knew we shouldn't have to let her talk." Harper addressed Marcus.
"Harper, you wound me." Chelsey gasped. "You shot me down. You're supposed to be my friend! I don't love you anymore!" She cried with over exaggerated hurt.
"He looks so upset." Marcus said in a monotone voice.
"I don't know you, but I don't love you either." Chelsey continued her masquerade.
"Oh, yeah, Chelsey, this is my man Marcus." Isa introduced.
"Oh, hi. It's nice to meet you." Chelsey smiled sweetly at Marcus.
"Is she a schizophrenic?" Marcus whispered in Isa's ear, but Isa shook her head, "Bipolar?" He tried again.
"I don't think so. She's probably just really weird." She whispered back.
"Okay, so now we have to go shopping!" Chelsey exclaimed.
"Uh," Lauren glanced at Harper, who looked solemnly at her before placing a soft sad kiss on her forehead.
"Go." He let go of her to let her get up.
"No." She said, turning around and grabbing his face in her hands, "This is our first date. I think it might work out better if I attend."
Harper smiled despite his best efforts, "Yeah, I think that would work out pretty well."
"Chelsey, I'm sorry, but I have a previous engagement that I must attend to. Why don't you go find Melly, Jess, Maggie, Krista, Sam, and Leslie and take them? I'm sure they'll wanna play too." Lauren suggested.
"Hey, no prob. I'll go do that," Chelsey was absolutely bubbling with enthusiasm, "By guys, see you later, have fun." She shot over her shoulder as she dashed out of the room.
"Bye." Isa giggled.
"Oh God, what's wrong with her?" Marcus asked, wide eyed.
"She doesn't have a man, so she gets bored and really excited over little things like that. She's usually a lot more normal." Harper explained.
"You guys really need to get her a man." Marcus smiled.
"We're working on it." Harper replied.
"Matt." Lauren said, unexpectedly.
"What, baby?" Harper asked.
"We should pair Chelsey up with Matthew." She explained.
"Who?" Isa asked.
"He's this scrawny, little, white boy, who just happens to be an assassin. Oh, Geeze, Rommie, get me a Com to Chelsey, would yah." Lauren said.
"Yeah?" Chelsey's voice filled the room.
"Who died?" Lauren asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah. It was Cade." Chelsey replied casually.
"Awe. I'll miss him." Lauren feigned sympathy.
"No you won't." Chelsey retorted.
"I was being polite." Lauren countered.
"I know. I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Bye." Lauren said, and then the COM was cut.
"We should probably get ready to go, huh?" Isa asked Lauren.
"Yeah, I've got to take a shower yet." Lauren said.
"Can I come?" Harper asked enthusiastically.
"Will you behave yourself?" Lauren rose and stood in front of him.
"Probably not." He smiled slyly, sitting forward, putting his arms around her, and kissing her stomach gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
"Then maybe you should take your shower in your quarters." She whispered.
"I will." He whispered back with a sigh. He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, before heading for the door. "I'll pick you up in about two hours, okay sweetheart." He paused at the door.
"Okay." She replied. He flashed her an award winning smile and left.
"You're torturing him, you know that?" Marcus said after Harper left.
"I know, but just because I'm paranoid, suicidal, and a little crazy, doesn't mean I don't have morals." Lauren smiled. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to take a shower."
"That's okay. I gotta get ready anyway." Isa said. She got up and walked towards the door, "Coming Marc?"
"Yeah." He got up off the couch, "Bye Lauren." He gave her a small wave and left with Isa.
"See yah." Lauren waved back, and then headed for the shower.
"Sammiejo?" Tyr called into the bedroom in Sammie's guest quarters.
"I'm coming." She walked out of the bedroom putting on her earrings. "What?" She asked when she caught him staring.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Okay. You ready." She ignored his behavior.
"Yes. Shall we?" He extended his elbow to her.
"We shall." She hooked her arm in his. They left Sammie's quarters and headed toward the airlock. About half way there, Matthew crossed their path. He saw Tyr, stopped dead in his tracks, and turned ghost white.
"Matthew, what's wrong with you?" Tyr asked gruffly.
"Stay away." Matthew squeaked, while backing away.
"What's wrong with you!?!" Tyr took a few steps toward the frightened Matt (Matthew is still backing away). Chelsey, Sam (not Sammie), Melissa, Jessica, Maggie, Leslie, and Krista came down the corridor. Chelsey came and stood beside a very confused Sammie. "Who is that and why do I care?" She asked, noticing Chelsey.
"I'm not sure why you care, but his name is Matthew and why is he so pale?" Chelsey replied.
"Why do YOU care?" Sammie smirked.
"Well, uh,..................Oh, no!" Chelsey gasped, realization dawning. She darted over to Matthew and pulled him down a separate corridor motioning Tyr to stay where he was. She held him by the shoulders and looked up into his eyes. "Matt, that was a joke. I didn't mean it. You take things extremely seriously." She explained.
"You were kidding." He checked. Chelsey nodded. "You made me think a good friend was gay." Matt seethed.
"I didn't think you were homophobic." Chelsey defended.
"You little.........Bad words! Bad words! Very bad words!" He stormed off mumbling to himself.
"Matt?" Tyr asked cautiously.
"Bad words! Can you hear the bad words!?!"
"Uh........." Tyr was at a loss for words.
"Just.........Grrrr!" Matthew stormed off down the corridor. Chelsey was standing at the corridor intersection, where Matthew had left her, laughing hysterically.
"Matt, we can hear the Bad words!" Leslie shouted after him.
"Child, what do you know about this?" Tyr blinked.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Chelsey sobered quickly, her face turning bright red.
"You're a bad liar." Maggie observed softly.
"I don't care. I'm leaving. Lets go." He shook his head, grabbed Sammie's arm, and practically ran for the airlock.
"Rev?" Andromeda materialized in the Wayist monk's quarters.
"Yes Andromeda?" Rev answered.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You were humming the theme from Gilligan's Island."
"That's the theme from Gilligan's Island?"
"Yes, why were you humming it?"
"Well, Dylan was humming it in Command the other day and I just found it very catchy. Is that wrong?"
"Just a bit disturbing." She informed.
"I'm sorry." He offered.
"That's okay Rev." She smiled and disappeared. Matthew suddenly burst into the room, panting like a dog.
"Do you need something, Matthew?"
"Help, help.........Help?"
"What do you need help with?"
"Is it wrong to want to kill that cute little pipsqueak?"
"Harper?"
"Ack!!! No!! His female counterpart."
"Lauren?"
"The other one."
"Chelsey?"
"Yes."
"Yes, it's wrong to want to kill her. It, however, is not wrong to call her cute though."
"I did NOT call her cute."
"Yes you did."
"That's beside the point.........so, if I can't kill her, what can I do with her?"
"Give her milk and cookies."
"I want to punish her, not feed her."
"Then nap on her couch drinking all her alcohol."
"Yes! Thank you Rev." Matt darted out the door.
"I was joking." Rev muttered at the now closed door. Shrugging slightly he turned to the pair of brand new sneakers on his bed. They were lime green with sparkly white stripes. He tried desperately to tie the shoes, but between the huge claws, having only three fingers, and no thumbs he found it quite difficult. "Andromeda, can you send your avatar down to help me tie my shoes, please?" He asked politely.
"I'm on my way Rev, but why are you wearing shoes?" She replied.
"Aren't they spiffy?" He asked, pulling on the laces and swinging his feet.
"You've been spending too much time with Lauren." The hologram supposed.
"Yes, isn't it great? You should try it." Rommie didn't reply, just faded away. The next thing that happened would haunt Andromeda's memory backs for all of eternity. Reverend Behemiel Far Traveler was skipping down her hall. No rhyme or reason, just a Magog skipping down the hall in sneakers.
"Rev, what are you doing?" Isa asked. She and Marcus stood at the end of the corridor Rev was skipping down.
"I'm trying out one of Lauren's favorite recreational activities." He replied, ballet dancing over to the couple.
"Yes, but why?" She inquired.
"I just thought I would see how it felt." The good Reverend explained.
"Nice sneakers." Marcus observed.
"Thank you. Lauren got them for me." Rev explained.
"It shows." Isa told him.
"Where are you two off to?" The Wayist inquired.
"Just a date." Marcus told him.
"Oh, Rev, this is my boyfriend Marcus. Marc, this is Rev. He's a Wayist. Don't worry, he won't eat you." Isa introduced.
"Nice to meet you." Marcus smiled.
"It's nice to meet you as well, but, Isa, I thought you and Harper were something of an item." Rev commented.
"We were, but it got complicated, and he's with Lauren now and I'm back together with Marc." Isa summarized.
"Back?" Rev asked.
"We were together when I was younger, but we broke up." Isa explained.
"But we're back together not." Marcus finished.
"That's nice. I suppose I should let you two get going on your date."
"Okay. Thanks Rev." Isa called as she and Marcus left.
"Those kids change partners more than the people on That Seventies Show.........Wow, I have been spending too much time with Lauren." Rev mused thoughtfully while walking away.
"Oh Look! Another store with dental hygiene stuff!" Maggie exclaimed after entering the twelfth shop looking for dental hygiene supplies.
"Oh Yippee!" Chelsey followed her inside.
"I command you to stop looking for dental stuff and get me some yogurt!" Leslie stood tiredly in the doorway, along with the rest of their group.
"Okay." Chelsey and Maggie shrugged disappointedly.
"And where is my yogurt?" Leslie raised an eyebrow.
"In there." Maggie pointed to the shop's refrigerator, and Chelsey laughed. Leslie picked up the cash register, threw it through the glass case, and took the yogurt.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" The shopkeeper asked.
"No, I got it." She said picking up the cash register and walking out of the door with it, and her yogurt. Then the keeper pushed the button that called security, as everyone nearby laughed.
"Hey sweetie, you ready?" Harper called as he walked into Lauren's quarters.
"Yep." Lauren smiled happily as she came out of her bedroom.
"You look breast taking." He observed.
"What?!" Lauren covered her chest with her hands and looked wide eyed at her other half.
"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows at her.
"I'm changing my shirt." She headed back towards her bedroom.
"What? Why?" He finally quit staring.
"You just said I was BREAST taking." She turned to him.
"Breath! Breath! I mean Breath! Please don't change your shirt."
"Too much cleavage. None for you." She once again turned back to her room.
"No! Come on, I'll be good, I promise." He pleaded.
"You promise?"
"Yes."
"Okay." She caved and went back to him. "Are you sure I look okay?"
"You look so unbelievably gorgeous, that when I look at you, my breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat." He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
"You're so cute." She blushed.
"Yeah, it's a curse." He smiled. "Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She took his hand and they left.
"Give the crew the rest of the day to explore the drift." He commanded, not missing a step.
"Aye Captain." She acknowledged before leaving.
Chelsey was skipping down the hall (for no apparent reason) minding her own business. She had just heard the announcement that the crew was going to be allowed to explore the drift for the rest of the day. She skipped along happily, until she suddenly stopped and her face acquired an odd look.
"Chelsey? What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Andromeda worried from a view port nearby.
"Huh? No, that's just the way I look when I'm thinking." Chelsey responded coming out of her stupor. "Andromeda, where's Lauren?"
"Her quarters. Would you like me to contact her?"
"No, I'll go see her myself." Chelsey said, altering her course to head towards Lauren's quarters.
"So, what do you want to do? Considering we have the rest of the day off?" Lauren asked Harper, who was putting the movie away.
"I owe you dinner, remember?" He smiled and sat back down next to her.
"Yay! Our first date." She replied laying her head on his shoulder.
"Awe, you two are so cute." Isa cooed, from where she sat beside Lauren (curled up in Marcus's arms).
"We know." Harper agreed, "But you guys are cute too."
"We know." They agreed.
"Hey! We could double date." Isa suggested.
"Baby, I think Harper and Lauren want their first date to be just them." Marcus explained.
"No offense." Lauren told her.
"None taken. Besides, Marc and I have some catching up to do." Isa said.
"We could do something tomorrow night." Harper recommended.
"Ooo, we could get everyone together and have a great big dinner." Lauren suggested enthusiastically.
"That sounds good." Marcus agreed.
"You're kind of a 'yes-man', you know that?" Harper informed him.
"It comes from taking orders practically my entire life." Marcus shrugged.
"Lauren! Lauren! Lauren! Let me in, I've got the coolest idea!" Chelsey called, knocking frantically at the door.
"Chelsey, you don't have to knock, you just ask to be let in." Lauren called back, "Hell, you don't even have to ask." The door opened and Chelsey hurried in, the door closing behind her.
Andromeda's hologram appeared next to Chelsey, "I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny." She shrugged.
"Look what I did. A warship with a sense of humor." Harper smiled and Lauren applauded.
"I have these doors. I hate 'em! I hate 'em! I hate 'em!" Chelsey pouted, sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"You just have to learn to outsmart the door." Isa told her.
"I never knew how to feel about her." Chelsey told Lauren.
"Hey!" Isa said indignantly.
"She's not so bad." Lauren smiled at Isa.
"What brought this on?" Chelsey asked.
"Guys? I'm right here. I CAN here you." Isa interrupted.
"Common ground." Lauren said, ignoring Isa, "For a time, we both wanted to wring Seamus's scrawny, albeit sexy, little neck because he's a retard." Lauren put large emphasis on the word retard.
"Hey!" Harper protested. Lauren turned her head and kissed him passionately. He moaned softly into her mouth then she pulled away.
"I love you." She whispered quietly, smiling at him.
"I love you, too." He replied, just as softly, returning her smile.
"Get a room." Chelsey snapped.
"They're in a room." Marcus supplied.
"Chelsey's just jealous because she hasn't got a man." Lauren shot.
"Do you wanna hear about my new game or not?" Chelsey asked.
"Not." Harper said quickly.
"Go ahead Chelsey." Lauren threw a playful glare in Harper's direction.
"Okay, it's called 'Crazy Captain'." Chelsey began.
"I like it already." Lauren smiled.
"I know, isn't it great? First, we have to buy out all the dental hygiene supplies on the drift, then we randomly lick Dylan." Chelsey elaborated.
"And run away." Isa finished.
"Are you trying to find the Tootsie-Roll at the center?" Marcus asked, slightly appalled but amused.
"There's a Tootsie-Roll at the center of Dylan?" Harper asked disgusted.
"Well, we'll just have to find out." Isa stated, "I'm in."
"Oh, I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play! I wanna play!" Lauren waved her hand in the air like a five-year-old who knew the answer to a question.
"I knew we shouldn't have to let her talk." Harper addressed Marcus.
"Harper, you wound me." Chelsey gasped. "You shot me down. You're supposed to be my friend! I don't love you anymore!" She cried with over exaggerated hurt.
"He looks so upset." Marcus said in a monotone voice.
"I don't know you, but I don't love you either." Chelsey continued her masquerade.
"Oh, yeah, Chelsey, this is my man Marcus." Isa introduced.
"Oh, hi. It's nice to meet you." Chelsey smiled sweetly at Marcus.
"Is she a schizophrenic?" Marcus whispered in Isa's ear, but Isa shook her head, "Bipolar?" He tried again.
"I don't think so. She's probably just really weird." She whispered back.
"Okay, so now we have to go shopping!" Chelsey exclaimed.
"Uh," Lauren glanced at Harper, who looked solemnly at her before placing a soft sad kiss on her forehead.
"Go." He let go of her to let her get up.
"No." She said, turning around and grabbing his face in her hands, "This is our first date. I think it might work out better if I attend."
Harper smiled despite his best efforts, "Yeah, I think that would work out pretty well."
"Chelsey, I'm sorry, but I have a previous engagement that I must attend to. Why don't you go find Melly, Jess, Maggie, Krista, Sam, and Leslie and take them? I'm sure they'll wanna play too." Lauren suggested.
"Hey, no prob. I'll go do that," Chelsey was absolutely bubbling with enthusiasm, "By guys, see you later, have fun." She shot over her shoulder as she dashed out of the room.
"Bye." Isa giggled.
"Oh God, what's wrong with her?" Marcus asked, wide eyed.
"She doesn't have a man, so she gets bored and really excited over little things like that. She's usually a lot more normal." Harper explained.
"You guys really need to get her a man." Marcus smiled.
"We're working on it." Harper replied.
"Matt." Lauren said, unexpectedly.
"What, baby?" Harper asked.
"We should pair Chelsey up with Matthew." She explained.
"Who?" Isa asked.
"He's this scrawny, little, white boy, who just happens to be an assassin. Oh, Geeze, Rommie, get me a Com to Chelsey, would yah." Lauren said.
"Yeah?" Chelsey's voice filled the room.
"Who died?" Lauren asked curiously.
"Oh, yeah. It was Cade." Chelsey replied casually.
"Awe. I'll miss him." Lauren feigned sympathy.
"No you won't." Chelsey retorted.
"I was being polite." Lauren countered.
"I know. I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Bye." Lauren said, and then the COM was cut.
"We should probably get ready to go, huh?" Isa asked Lauren.
"Yeah, I've got to take a shower yet." Lauren said.
"Can I come?" Harper asked enthusiastically.
"Will you behave yourself?" Lauren rose and stood in front of him.
"Probably not." He smiled slyly, sitting forward, putting his arms around her, and kissing her stomach gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
"Then maybe you should take your shower in your quarters." She whispered.
"I will." He whispered back with a sigh. He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, before heading for the door. "I'll pick you up in about two hours, okay sweetheart." He paused at the door.
"Okay." She replied. He flashed her an award winning smile and left.
"You're torturing him, you know that?" Marcus said after Harper left.
"I know, but just because I'm paranoid, suicidal, and a little crazy, doesn't mean I don't have morals." Lauren smiled. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to take a shower."
"That's okay. I gotta get ready anyway." Isa said. She got up and walked towards the door, "Coming Marc?"
"Yeah." He got up off the couch, "Bye Lauren." He gave her a small wave and left with Isa.
"See yah." Lauren waved back, and then headed for the shower.
"Sammiejo?" Tyr called into the bedroom in Sammie's guest quarters.
"I'm coming." She walked out of the bedroom putting on her earrings. "What?" She asked when she caught him staring.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Okay. You ready." She ignored his behavior.
"Yes. Shall we?" He extended his elbow to her.
"We shall." She hooked her arm in his. They left Sammie's quarters and headed toward the airlock. About half way there, Matthew crossed their path. He saw Tyr, stopped dead in his tracks, and turned ghost white.
"Matthew, what's wrong with you?" Tyr asked gruffly.
"Stay away." Matthew squeaked, while backing away.
"What's wrong with you!?!" Tyr took a few steps toward the frightened Matt (Matthew is still backing away). Chelsey, Sam (not Sammie), Melissa, Jessica, Maggie, Leslie, and Krista came down the corridor. Chelsey came and stood beside a very confused Sammie. "Who is that and why do I care?" She asked, noticing Chelsey.
"I'm not sure why you care, but his name is Matthew and why is he so pale?" Chelsey replied.
"Why do YOU care?" Sammie smirked.
"Well, uh,..................Oh, no!" Chelsey gasped, realization dawning. She darted over to Matthew and pulled him down a separate corridor motioning Tyr to stay where he was. She held him by the shoulders and looked up into his eyes. "Matt, that was a joke. I didn't mean it. You take things extremely seriously." She explained.
"You were kidding." He checked. Chelsey nodded. "You made me think a good friend was gay." Matt seethed.
"I didn't think you were homophobic." Chelsey defended.
"You little.........Bad words! Bad words! Very bad words!" He stormed off mumbling to himself.
"Matt?" Tyr asked cautiously.
"Bad words! Can you hear the bad words!?!"
"Uh........." Tyr was at a loss for words.
"Just.........Grrrr!" Matthew stormed off down the corridor. Chelsey was standing at the corridor intersection, where Matthew had left her, laughing hysterically.
"Matt, we can hear the Bad words!" Leslie shouted after him.
"Child, what do you know about this?" Tyr blinked.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Chelsey sobered quickly, her face turning bright red.
"You're a bad liar." Maggie observed softly.
"I don't care. I'm leaving. Lets go." He shook his head, grabbed Sammie's arm, and practically ran for the airlock.
"Rev?" Andromeda materialized in the Wayist monk's quarters.
"Yes Andromeda?" Rev answered.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You were humming the theme from Gilligan's Island."
"That's the theme from Gilligan's Island?"
"Yes, why were you humming it?"
"Well, Dylan was humming it in Command the other day and I just found it very catchy. Is that wrong?"
"Just a bit disturbing." She informed.
"I'm sorry." He offered.
"That's okay Rev." She smiled and disappeared. Matthew suddenly burst into the room, panting like a dog.
"Do you need something, Matthew?"
"Help, help.........Help?"
"What do you need help with?"
"Is it wrong to want to kill that cute little pipsqueak?"
"Harper?"
"Ack!!! No!! His female counterpart."
"Lauren?"
"The other one."
"Chelsey?"
"Yes."
"Yes, it's wrong to want to kill her. It, however, is not wrong to call her cute though."
"I did NOT call her cute."
"Yes you did."
"That's beside the point.........so, if I can't kill her, what can I do with her?"
"Give her milk and cookies."
"I want to punish her, not feed her."
"Then nap on her couch drinking all her alcohol."
"Yes! Thank you Rev." Matt darted out the door.
"I was joking." Rev muttered at the now closed door. Shrugging slightly he turned to the pair of brand new sneakers on his bed. They were lime green with sparkly white stripes. He tried desperately to tie the shoes, but between the huge claws, having only three fingers, and no thumbs he found it quite difficult. "Andromeda, can you send your avatar down to help me tie my shoes, please?" He asked politely.
"I'm on my way Rev, but why are you wearing shoes?" She replied.
"Aren't they spiffy?" He asked, pulling on the laces and swinging his feet.
"You've been spending too much time with Lauren." The hologram supposed.
"Yes, isn't it great? You should try it." Rommie didn't reply, just faded away. The next thing that happened would haunt Andromeda's memory backs for all of eternity. Reverend Behemiel Far Traveler was skipping down her hall. No rhyme or reason, just a Magog skipping down the hall in sneakers.
"Rev, what are you doing?" Isa asked. She and Marcus stood at the end of the corridor Rev was skipping down.
"I'm trying out one of Lauren's favorite recreational activities." He replied, ballet dancing over to the couple.
"Yes, but why?" She inquired.
"I just thought I would see how it felt." The good Reverend explained.
"Nice sneakers." Marcus observed.
"Thank you. Lauren got them for me." Rev explained.
"It shows." Isa told him.
"Where are you two off to?" The Wayist inquired.
"Just a date." Marcus told him.
"Oh, Rev, this is my boyfriend Marcus. Marc, this is Rev. He's a Wayist. Don't worry, he won't eat you." Isa introduced.
"Nice to meet you." Marcus smiled.
"It's nice to meet you as well, but, Isa, I thought you and Harper were something of an item." Rev commented.
"We were, but it got complicated, and he's with Lauren now and I'm back together with Marc." Isa summarized.
"Back?" Rev asked.
"We were together when I was younger, but we broke up." Isa explained.
"But we're back together not." Marcus finished.
"That's nice. I suppose I should let you two get going on your date."
"Okay. Thanks Rev." Isa called as she and Marcus left.
"Those kids change partners more than the people on That Seventies Show.........Wow, I have been spending too much time with Lauren." Rev mused thoughtfully while walking away.
"Oh Look! Another store with dental hygiene stuff!" Maggie exclaimed after entering the twelfth shop looking for dental hygiene supplies.
"Oh Yippee!" Chelsey followed her inside.
"I command you to stop looking for dental stuff and get me some yogurt!" Leslie stood tiredly in the doorway, along with the rest of their group.
"Okay." Chelsey and Maggie shrugged disappointedly.
"And where is my yogurt?" Leslie raised an eyebrow.
"In there." Maggie pointed to the shop's refrigerator, and Chelsey laughed. Leslie picked up the cash register, threw it through the glass case, and took the yogurt.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" The shopkeeper asked.
"No, I got it." She said picking up the cash register and walking out of the door with it, and her yogurt. Then the keeper pushed the button that called security, as everyone nearby laughed.
"Hey sweetie, you ready?" Harper called as he walked into Lauren's quarters.
"Yep." Lauren smiled happily as she came out of her bedroom.
"You look breast taking." He observed.
"What?!" Lauren covered her chest with her hands and looked wide eyed at her other half.
"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows at her.
"I'm changing my shirt." She headed back towards her bedroom.
"What? Why?" He finally quit staring.
"You just said I was BREAST taking." She turned to him.
"Breath! Breath! I mean Breath! Please don't change your shirt."
"Too much cleavage. None for you." She once again turned back to her room.
"No! Come on, I'll be good, I promise." He pleaded.
"You promise?"
"Yes."
"Okay." She caved and went back to him. "Are you sure I look okay?"
"You look so unbelievably gorgeous, that when I look at you, my breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat." He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
"You're so cute." She blushed.
"Yeah, it's a curse." He smiled. "Ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She took his hand and they left.