The things I do....

Who: Tara, Trisees.
Where: Corridor
When: ?
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  "I don't believe it, I've only been back for a day and already I'm expected to save every bloody one on board.  I see
some things never change," he muttered.
 
  "Well?" asked Cleavage impatiently, tapping her foot.
 
  Trisees looked at Cleavage through thinend eyes and sighed.  He didn't have anything else to do, but on the other hand
he was helping Cleavage.  He'd rather be forced to eat sheep's eyeballs.  But it looked like if he didn't, he'd have to run to
prevent from being fed some of his owns organs, and he didn't feel like running, so he gave up thinking about it and agreed.
 
  "All right, all right, I'll help.  People messing about with my devices, why can't people stay out of my workshop.  I'll bet it
was that whitewolf, funking around with my equipment again."
 
   Cleavage shook her head.
 
  "You're back?  Not that I care, but where have you been?"
 
  "Nowhere," replied Trisees.
 
  "Where's Shakespeare?  And Wildflower, and Sarah?"
 
  "Don't know, not my problem."
 
  "Why is it that you have to be a problem to everyone on the ship?"
 
  Trisees glared at Cleavage.  "Why is it that everyone on the ship has to be so annoyingly stupid?"
 
  "It's not them, it's you.  No one likes you, I don't know why you bothered coming back, you miserable man."
 
  Trisees said nothing, but stifled a small look of surprise.
 
  "I was trapped," he admitted after a few moments silence.  "Trapped somewhere in the continuum.  I don't know how long I was gone, and I don't
know where any of the others are.  And I'd be," Trisees swallowed loudly "'Grateful' if you could clue me into anything."
 
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OOC - Thanks for the welcome Becca :)