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God fucking damn it. Why do I feel like I haven't moved in weeks? What the fuck? Why the hell do I need to have to deal with a fucking flood in addition to all of you lovely people?

What the fucking hell?

[Edited after learning of her two week absence.]

Alright, what the fuck have I missed while I've been gone. Where the hell is Paddy?

[Parker's back because I fail at making sure I have the source material for her canon update and because Hulu switched over to season 1 rather then four without announcing they were gonna be do doing it. Derp. She'll be going off again sometime next week. Also, clearly affected as hell.]

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That's not too good of a sign.

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Why can't he stick to his flower-covered corner of the Barge? I don't suppose I could ask for a drink even if my warden isn't paying attention.

Agreed. I hate it worse than if I'd actually gone home.

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I suppose I could have barge amnesia about that drink, but he'd be pissed about it later on. If you don't care, that I don't.

How long has Paddy been gone?

You just lose time from your life.

[Private]

I don't care and I appreciate it, truly.

Longer than I like to think about.

And let's face it, I've already lost a lot of time.

[Private]

My room seems to have reloaded itself while I was gone though, that's one good thing. Come on over. I may not be good fucking company, though.

I understand that.

[Private]

I don't mind. If you need to discuss anything or just drink, I'm willing for both.

[Private]

Alright, come on over.

[Judas didn't even hesitate in going over to Parker's room. Dressed in a loose tunic and duster vest, he knocked gingerly on her door. His nerves were on edge after talking to Iago. The soldier made him angry, so angry. After weeks of not talking, the man had told him to just shut up.]

Parker, it's Judas.

[He had to control his anger, he had to. Nonetheless, he had his communicator tucked under his arm.]

[Parker had showered, because who the fuck knew how long it'd been, and she'd gotten dressed in her normal clothing before she opened the door. She knew that he was pissed over the shit with Iago, and she would have been too. Her room had a bit of dust worn into it, and she quickly moved her hand over a table before she pulled out a bottle of her good scotch (the stuff her father tended to send her on special occasions) and two glasses out before she walked over to the couch and dropped onto it, expecting him to follow. She gestured to the communicator.]

No god damn drunk dialing his ass. It's may be nice, but it's not worth that.

Alright. [Judas set his communicator on the surface nearest the door as he entered and sat down on the couch.]

I'm just... so angry with him. He's just so... handsome.

[That definitely wasn't the word he was looking for at all as he glanced over at her. A swell of gratefulness filled him at having her as a friend, even if he didn't deserve it.]

Sorry. Thank you for allowing me your company.

[Parker picked up her journal, and she had been intending to turn it off before she got the message from the Borg Queen. When she got it, her eyes opened rather widely.]

You have got to be fucking kidding me! How could the fucking Admiral be crazy enough to bring her back?

[Judas paled a little bit as he looked between her and the glass. He had been talking to the Borg Queen for a little bit now and wasn't quite sure if he should even ask.]

You know her?

Yeah, I was one of the people she fucking got to when she was here last time.

[Parker paled quickly, and her fingers trembled a bit before she pulled out a cigarette and her silver zippo. It took her two tried to get it lit.]

[Judas frowns a little and concern fills him.]

Got you?

[He didn't know what that meant, or if she'd been taken into the Collective, like he'd heard about happened to Sexby.]

She assimilated my ass into the Collective. It was.. I was stupid and pissed and very fucking new here. I let that lovely bald woman.

[Parker looked vaguely like she would be sick.]

Turn me into a fucking zombie. I was nothing but a fucking zombie like the things we'd killed.

[Judas took a drink from his cup.]

But you were alive, weren't you?

My heart beat, but I wasn't alive anymore.

[Parker touched her chest for a moment.]

It wasn't like I was me anymore. I wasn't anything but six of many. It was the scariest thing of my life.

[Judas frowned and drew his feet up onto the couch with him.]

Scarier than that House?

Scarier than the House, the zombie port, being on the Master world and hell last Halloween put together.

[Parker took a long swig of her drink before she wound herself up to say something horrible to the borg queen, but it didn't come out right so she tossed her journal away from her.]

God damn this flood.

[Judas pales further and just takes a long, long sip of his drink. That just pushes against that desire in his mind to talk to the Borg Queen.]

It's making everything worse.

[As he drew the glass away from his mouth, he realized that he would likely reveal something if he continued to drink, but he desperately needed some kind of release of all his stress.]

It's what a flood does. We can't even speak our fucking minds at the moment.

[Parker drained her glass and then filled it up once more, trying incredibly hard not to think about the Borg queen and that time.]

So fill me in, have I missed anything interesting?

[Judas swallowed nervously as he clasped his glass in his hands.]

Little. The comings and goings are the usual.

[He couldn't continue to have this conversation while sober and so took a rather dainty sip of his drink.]

And the lovely borq queen came back. Jesus.

Anyone else interesting?

[Judas shifts where he's sitting before finally being a man about it and taking a large gulp of his drink. Might as well.]

The Master tried to kill me again.

[His bruises had mostly faded by now, but a patch of green and yellow around his eye socket remained.]

That son of a bitch. I didn't even realize that he was fucking back.

[Parker took a long drink of her scotch and rubbed her forehead.]

What happened?

[Judas finally finished off his glass and held it out with a hopeful look.]

I was in the Infirmary, working, and he was there because he was sick with something. He baited me and called me over before he got out of bed and tried to circle me. When Martha came out of her office, he grabbed me and tried to snap my neck. He coughed and that's when I got free. I hit my head on a bed in my escape.

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