Just takin' a break...

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse recently got an e-mail from Turbo pointing out that, according to the wording of her amnesty deal, she technically owes him open-source Mac and Linux versions of her Game management suite, as well as the Windows one she originally developed. She is not happy about this, especially since she recently figured out the mechanism behind Daemon's infection.

Perhaps Turbo knew full well that her condition of getting full credit for it was specifically intended to tweak him, and he just responded in kind. Bob might debate that point of view, but Mouse knows that even Guardians are not immune to petty feelings. And she's developed such an intense dislike for Turbo by now that she can't help but think the worst of him.

Right now she's taking a break from her work, sitting in a precariously-tipped-back chair with her feet on the table in front of her, looking out the Observation Window and drinking a sprite beverage with a strength equivalent to 100 proof liquor.

She's quite botherable. Just don't get her started on Turbo.

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[command_dot_com]

"Hey Mouse, what's processing."

Ok, someone has to turn her afterglow down about 8 notches or so.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Well, I just got this..." Mouse stops and peers at the Command.com. "Wait. Dot, what's got ya smilin' like that?"

[command_dot_com]

Dot is smiling waaaay too smugly, this must be good.

"...no reason."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse swings her legs off the table and stands up, hands on hips and a hard look in her eye. "I know there's a reason, sugar. You're smilin' like ya know somethin' I don't." Mouse really doesn't like not knowing things.

[command_dot_com]

"Well, I'm going to have to switch off of the Java and the control flow for a while..." Smug. "Bob and I are expecting."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse's eyes go wide and she slaps her hands over her mouth, suppressing an almost-squeal. When she's a little more in control of herself she drops them. "That's great, darlin'! When c'n we expect the little fella? Or gal...do ya know yet?"

[command_dot_com]

"Bob found out I was pregnant before I even had a clue." Dot settles down ordering a cocoa. "Not for another hour at least.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Uh, wait a nano...how did Bob...?"

[command_dot_com]

"Apparently Glitch's scanning abilities ahve improved a lot with the merge... he woke up in the middle of the night when it happened."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"...bet that's a use fer a keytool that nobody's thought up before."

[command_dot_com]

"Copy and paste that... I think Bob spent the rest of the night cooking breakfast for me."

We'll allow Mouse's own imagination to extrapolate just how much food Bob had cooked and waiting for her that morning.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"That's his way of dealin' with the initial shock, huh? He better calm down b'fore he gives himself a segfault."

[OOC: I must away to bed shortly, so can we slowtime this?]

[command_dot_com]

"I think he was trying to butter me up so I wouldn't go completely random on him when he told me." Dot smirks.

[OOC: certainly sugah!]

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like he was worryin' 'bout the wrong half a' the pair goin' random," Mouse observes.

[command_dot_com]

"I think if he keeps up all the fussing and worrying over me, I will go random."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Y'might need ta remind Bob t'take a deep breath once in a while. Or smack 'im. It's up to you."