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[Voice cause Kirk has a black eye from Cooper lolol]

Looks like this snow really isn't going anywhere.

I do admire the Germans for their holiday spirit though.

Shego, stay where you are, I'm coming to get you and take you back to the hotel. And let's not fight about it because I will drag you through the blizzard if you decide you can't walk.

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If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you, [she replied dryly, or as dryly as possible when her head was trying to split itself open like this. Ow. She looked at him and frowned.] ...What happened to your eye?

"I--what?" [Kirk moved to touch his eye, wincing when he realized that not all of the pain in his face was due to his headache.]

"I got into a fist fight with that Brown guy. I think. Or you're mean in bed."

[Well, that gets you a punch in the arm, Kirk. ...It's not very forceful though, since moving makes her head hurt. More.] Haha. What Brown guy? One of the new people?

[She totally hasn't been paying attention.]

"The one that looks like Dr. McCoy." [Kirk moved to put his head back down, heaving a tired sounding sigh.]

Ah. [She... didn't know what to say to that, but she could kind of understand it. If someone showed up looking like her friends back home, she didn't think she'd handle it very well either.] Who started it?

"I think I did." [Jim stared at his pillow for a moment.] "I dunno. It's all kind of blurry."

Were you drunk? Or did he just hit you really hard? [She wasn't even being sarcastic about that. Though now she was starting to wonder about concussions and drinking on top of them...]

"I wasn't drunk... tipsy though." [He lifted up the sheet to look down at himself.] "Nope. I still have my underpants, so I'd say I didn't have that much."

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[Cissie blinked at him and stared blankly at him for a second. When her brain caught up, she blushed, made a strangled noise in her throat, and pulled the sheet up over her head. And proceeded to mutter nonsense.] That--yeah, no. Okay. That's... good. Right.

[Jim laughed and reached out to pinch her side. Or what he hoped was her side at least.] "Still got yours? Cause that would be impressive."

[Cissie gave a little squeak and smacked at his hand, scooting away from him. She made a face at him, like the mature young woman she was.] Yes, I've still got mine.

"That settles that then. No funny business happened with you at least."

[Cissie snorted lightly and pulled her pillow out from under her head to smack him with it.] Thank goodness for small favors.

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