MCA #4, Tuesday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

The upside of relatively short missions was that you could squeeze them in between psionics class on Monday and the day before class day on Thursday, at least if you were properly motivated. This one had been criminally short, what with chasing down Coruscant's Most Wanted in just a few hours time, which meant Atton was back home even sooner.

The downside was that coming home after spending most of the day running around while somebody shot increasingly huge weapons at you, well, sleeping wasn't as easy as you might've thought it would be when you'd grabbed the red-eye portal on Monday evening and hadn't slept since.

Atton was tired. Totally wiped, in those stages before his body'd decide that if he had to go on for another twelve hours it might as well wipe the sleepiness back off his brain. But he was also keyed up and full of adrenaline, which meant he couldn't actually sleep. So now it was evening, and he could sensibly go to bed if he wanted to, except the two times he'd tried to go to bed already he hadn't even been able to lay still, let alone sleep.

But there was also the danger he'd pass out any minute if he went out and tried to burn the excess energy, so he was kind of stuck. Walking. One side of the apartment to the other, like he was back with the Sith and their endless exhausting storages of angry-predator energy. Maybe he could call Mira again, but he'd already done so once today and he was kind of worried she might've run out of 'being nice to him' for the day, so.

Pacing. Lots of pacing.

"Come on, island, of all the days to not give me something to shoot..."

[[ method RPing because I've been driving myself nuts for two hours. open. ]]

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[electrocynic]

"That's both a pro and a con," Sarah noted. She poked at some of the cartons (there were about three that had nothing but fortune cookies, because of course), then glanced briefly over. "Looking for something?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Yep."

Come back tomorrow morning for the usual overabundance of wisecracks.

He finally dug up the pack and held it aloft briefly in demonstration. "Stupid planet got me in the habit."

[electrocynic]

Sarah picked up a fortune cookie with one hand while patting a familiar-looking rectangle bump in her pocket.

"Never thought to blame the planet."

Just her parents.

[suitably_heroic]

"Not as much smoking going on where I'm from," Atton said lightly. "But hey, that means when I'm back home, there's less screeching about lung cancer."

And it was a lot easier on his head than alcohol.

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged a shoulder, cracking the fortune cookie open.

"Well. Nice for you."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yep."

Atton reached out to snag another carton. He had no idea what was in it-- more fortune cookies. Of course.

[electrocynic]

"Teamwork: the fuel that allows common people attain uncommon results," Sarah intoned, having smoothed out the little piece of paper. She snorted. "Okay."

[suitably_heroic]

"You weren't much of a team player, right?" Atton said. "Who were you complaining about again, last time?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged. "Am I supposed to remember?"

She complained so very much, you see. But, despite that, she had a fairly good guess.

"It was probably Alex. I was never in a team with him, though, thank fuck."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "Eh, teams are okay," he said, "If the idiot-to-competence ratio is high enough."

If the others were here, they'd probably crack a joke about him upsetting that ratio thoroughly.

[electrocynic]

"Well, when I was in LadyTrouble ––" Yes, really. "–– it wasn't, so. Fuck working in teams."

Honestly, it had been almost entirely idiots and no competence.