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[Locked to Jinx]
Jinx, I've just found something in my room.

We need to talk.

[Locked to Howard]
Howie, I need something.

How did you know the four words that would chill me to the bone are "We Need To Talk"?

Didn't like the gift?

Because everyone hates those words.

A gift? This thing?

Well yeah. I found it on shore leave last time we got off the ship and thought of you.

Okay, now we seriousily need to talk.

That's intimidating. But I'm on my way. Where should I be on my way to?

Edited 2012-01-16 19:41 (UTC)

The cafeteria. Chop, chop.

Like what?

A syringe.

And no, not the needle kind. I'm not one of your customers.

And what do I get in return?

You're telling me one syringe is going to make a dent in your stock, Mr Medic?

I'm not asking for your personal stash. Grab one from work.

No, I'm telling you that I'm not your personal supply closet. So what do I get?

Edited 2012-01-22 18:34 (UTC)

The knowlegde that I owe you one? A very small 'one'. But 'one' none the less.

Unless you have something in mind?

I'll take a future favor. Better to have one in need than waste it now, right?

Great. Thanks, Howie~

Just drop it by the Mess Hall, kay?