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Event Log - Love at the Lake

Who: All you people, can't you see, can't you see?
What: Part two of el evento del amor, the lake festival
When: March 1st
Where: The Southern Lake
Summary: An absolutely ordinary week in Luceti ends on a high note, with a festival to tickle everyone's fancy.
Rating: up to PG-13, or take it off-comm please

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_{[ Caution had kept him to just the hot chocolate, but he was enjoying himself even without it. He had always been a party sort of man, though had calmed down once he got the Enterprise and even more so in the recent years. He had his moments.

He saw a familiar head of blue and he meandered his way over, waving at him, maybe a little bit of chocolate still on top of his upper lip. ]}

Hey! Long time no see!

[Fayt returns the wave, smiling a bit when Kirk gets closer. He can't quite remember when they saw each other last, but it's good to see him again regardless.] Yeah, hey! How've you been?

You know, I'm doing good. I'm doing really good. Seems like these new cells of mine are almost done working their magic! I'll be 100% in no time!

_{[ He beamed and made a muscle flex with one arm before dropping it
again with a laugh. ]}

What about yourself? Besides drinking chocolate.

New... cells? What do you mean? [He glances up at Kirk, slightly confused by the odd phrasing. Was he saying he'd gotten some sort of transplant?]

And I'm doing great. I had an accident last month, which is probably why we haven't seen each other, but I'm fine now.

Oh, um, I had an accident too, back in my world, and Bones, my doctor, he took this super soldier's cells and he put them in me to keep me from dying.

_{[ That might be putting it lightly. He basically had to bring his
whole body back from catastrophic radiation poisoning, but details. ]}

That's good! That's really good. Laid up in bed or something, huh? Guh, I hated bedrest. I don't do best rest.

_{[ This cocoa was making him really chatty, wasn't it? ]}

Super soldier...? [...That sounded like a story and a half right there. The genetics student in him is interested, but the reasonable half of him says it's probably not a good idea to ask.]

Ah, nevermind. But yeah, I get what you mean. Getting stuck in bed for two weeks recovering from a torn off wing? Drove me up a wall.

_{[ It was at the time too, and it still is. Frankly, he thought Khan
might have been lying at first, but in the end, well, hard to deny the
proof. ]}

Yeah, you know, stronger, faster, smarter - that sort of thing.

_{[ Seriously, punching him had HURT and Kirk had come out with the
short end of that stick. ]}

Oh crap, your wing got torn on? Just pulling them hurts, I can't imagine getting it torn off. How did you even do that?

Like I said, it was an accident. Spar gone bad, you know? [The words are said dismissively. He didn't want to go into details about that mess. Albel hadn't meant to do it, after all.]

I'm fine now though.

That's good! I'm glad. I need my sparring partner after all. The sims are boring.

_{[ He grinned at him and gave him a jocular nudge with his shoulder.
]}

I promise not to do bad things to your wings.

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Event Log - Love at the Lake

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