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[ She definitely likes this cuddling idea. Closer still, and she drapes and arm over Jamie. ]

Mmmhmmm...

[Still mostly asleep, he moves his arm and takes Kaylee's hand, twining his fingers with hers.]

Victoria...

[He mumbles something else, then snuggles in some more.]

[ It's a nice little gesture, and whatever dream this is has done a nice job of braving Simon up a bit...

...Victoria??? Seriously, the dream could at least let him get the name right, couldn't it? Oh well, the snuggling is still nice. Subconscious Simon just needed a bit more work, was all. She yawns... ]

It's Kaylee...

[There's a sleepy-sounding, agreeable noise from Jamie, as he goes to nuzzle her shoulder again.]

Och, Kaylee, then...

[Wait. Did she say...? His eyes pop open.]

Kaylee?!

[ Funny, how it really didn't sound like Simon.....

The surprise in his voice says it's not Simon. The accent says it even more. Her eyes open, she looks up at Jamie, blinks once...

Blinks again...

Blinks a third time. ]

JAMIE!?

[Confused for a moment, he looks around, then realizes where they are. Cue a very flustered Jamie - who has realized that he's only wearing a nightshirt. He tries to sit up and grab the blanket to cover himself with, but still has Kaylee's hand caught in his.]

Oh! I'm sorry!

[He lets go and quickly snags the blanket. There's about a million questions that come to mind, but he's still pretty flustered.]

I..how..what...?

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[ At least he's got a nightshirt! Kaylee's coloring is getting pretty close to that of a tomato, and she makes sure she at least keeps the sheet when he grabs for the blanket because otherwise--

--why is she naked and in a bed with Jamie ohgod ]

N-no, ain't your fault...

[ Ain't his fault? The whose was it?? Wasn't her fault, that was for gorram sure. ]

Maybe if we just take it a slow step at a time...

[His eyes automatically go to the motion when Kaylee tries to keep the sheet, then he, too, is turning rather tomato-colored. He quickly looks away, clearing his throat nervously.]

Ah...

[Take it one step at a time. That's a good idea. That's an excellent idea, in fact.]

A-aye. That would make sense.

[He pauses, not really sure where to start. He doesn't remember...well, anything. Maybe she does?]

What do ye remember about last night?

[ She's got the sheet. Check. It's covering everything. Double check. Deep breath. ]

Right...

[ She thinks hard, but eventually just shakes her head. ]

Can't remember a gorram thing. [ Oh this could be bad. ]

[Jamie lets out his breath rather abruptly. This is not good. There has to be something he can remember from last night, right? He thinks furiously for a moment.]

I...went to the City to play for a wee bit. I remember that. And then I remember being verra tired, so I came back to my quarters, and...

[Nothing after that.]

Then, well, this. Do ye think we...?

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[ The City....was she in the city at all? Kaylee doesn't remember being in the City. And she certainly doesn't remember crawling into anybody's bunk but her own. ]

Can't remember anythin' past workin' on repairs...

[ It's a good thing she can't get much redder, because that last comment of his...not that she can't think of worse people than Jamie to have. She kind of wished she could remember it, though. ]

I er. How shi sung chung... [ That's not a happy sounding comment, either. ]

[[ Translation: "Happy development." ]]

I mean, I would think...

[One of them would remember something, right? He likes Kaylee well enough, and he feels certain if something had happened, surely it wouldn't be completely forgotten. There's a sudden, unpleasant thought that occurs to him, though.]

I bet ye GLaDoS had a hand in this.

[He seems about to say something else, but the Chinese throws him for a loop, and he winds up giving Kaylee a very blank look instead.]

[ With this ship? Who knows. She doesn't mind the thought of having done something so much as the not remembering having done it. ]

GLaDoS a trouble-maker?

[ She really doesn't have all that much of idea of the ships multiple personalities yet. She knows the blank look of nonrecognition in response to Chinese, though. ]

Er. Happy development, this is... [ Yeah. ]

Aye. It...well, I guess ye could call her a 'she' - she's one of the ship's AI's. She does experiments on the crew.

[Jamie's frowning fairly deeply, here.]

Once she went around and trapped people in forcefields and wouldna let them out until they kissed.

Something like this would be verra much her doing.

[There's a faint 'oh' for the translation, and Jamie's expression turns from a frown to something a little more unreadable.]

I...

[He trails off and opts for silence, instead.]

Experiments?

[ By the sound of some of these experiments, Kaylee's not sure whether she likes this GLaDoS or not... ]

Sounds like a troublemaker to me.

[ Aaaah way to screw that one up, Kaylee. She's scratching the back of her head a bit nervously now. ]

Not that it ain't a nice thing, wakin' up next to ya, mind, just...wish I could remember how I got there, is all.

[Jamie didn't mind some of the kissing, but overall isn't very fond of GLaDoS, and the frown returns.]

Troublemaker is a verra good description, if ye ask me.

[He purses his lips at that head scratch motion. He knows that particular little tic all too well. He gives her a small smile.]

Aye, well, I think we're both feeling the same way. I'm just not sure what to do about the not remembering part.

Sounds like it...take it that means Stacy ain't always Stacy?

[ Great time to be learning this now, when they're already in a new mess. Ah, well.

She can at least offer a smile back to Jamie, however unsure she is. ]

Maybe she just moved us? It'd be possible, right?

[He's...going to have to think about this for a minute or three, mostly because he hasn't quite gotten everything straight in his head.]

Well, yes and no. Stacy is Stacy, although for a bit her main...uh...personality, I guess ye would call it? Anyway, she was damaged so there was some backup-thing, but that's fixed now. GLaDoS and the other AIs are separate, but I guess they work together in some ways. I don't really understand how.

[Sorry, Kaylee - you're going to have to ask someone who's way better at computers than Jamie to get how that works.]

And aye, it's possible, so she could see what happened when we woke up.

That's. Huh. [ Something she's going to have to ask Billy about, definitely. ]

How often do the others pop out, then? Just when Stacy's down? Or are they all the time, 'n just pop up when they feel?

[ So many questions, but there are more pressing matters. Like the fact that she still lacks clothes. Kaylee double checks to make sure that she is, indeed, covered, as she continues. ]

An experiment, then...if what you've said has happened, I guess it'd be possible.

[He shakes his head.]

I wish it was something I could tell ye, but I've only run into GLaDoS when she trapped me. Although I think there might have been another one involved during the Karaoke night, aye? Something picked a song for me to sing, as I didna know any.

[There's a glance at the sheet, and he clears his throat.]

Um...did ye want the blanket? Or did ye want to try and see if we can find our clothes instead?

[ Curiouser and curiouser. ]

So there might be more'n one trickster, or GLaDoS might be a little more active than we thought.

[ She shakes her head, and leans over to glance at the floor next to the bed. No clothes, and this ain't her bunk, either. She sleeps in Serenity... ]

Sheet's fine for now. I can wrap it......this ain't your bunk, is it?

[Excellent question, Kaylee. Jamie finally takes a good look around at his surroundings. There's a sword hanging from one fleshy wall, a little stand of some sort with his bagpipes resting on it, and other little things that pretty clearly indicate that, yes, it is Jamie's bunk. He gives her a sheepish look.]

Um...aye. It's mine.

[A rather alarmed expression crosses his face and he looks over across the room - the other bed is empty. He lets out his breath in sheer relief.]

Fitz isn't here.

[Thank goodness for small favors. He turns back to Kaylee and looks her up and down - not in a lascivious way. He's only trying to get an idea of her relative size. Jamie's not very tall, but she doesn't appear to be that tall either.]

I might be able to find ye an extra shirt. It should fit ye, I think.

[ Right, then, so only she got moved? She's starting to wonder if she just didn't end up really, REALLY drunk last night...but she's pretty sure she'd have a splitting headache right now if she'd had enough to make her forget completely. ]

Fitz?

[ She follows his gaze over to the other bed--ah, roommate? Probably. ]

Anythin'd be nice... [ It's a reassurance, really. She can handle walking down the halls in a shirt that might as well just be a minidress. It's better than nothing at all. ] If you've got somethin' you wouldn't mind me borrowin', I mean.

My roommate.

[He's actually fairly grateful that he's in his own quarters, because his kilt should be...right where he left it. He abandons the bed to retrieve it.]

Hang on.

[A few moments later, he returns in his kilt, holding out his spare shirt for Kaylee. Like the one he's wearing, it's slightly longer, so should cover the parts that need to be covered.]

Here ye are. If ye don't think it's long enough, go ahead and use the sheet too. I'll be fine with just the blanket for a wee bit.

[ While she's waiting for Jamie, she takes a look around the room. There's always a lot to learn about a person, after all, by just what all they keep around. The sword's a bit confusing, but the bagpipes are all Jamie, no doubt about that. ]

Get much playin' done, since ya popped?

[ She takes the shirt with a grin, and slides it on behind the sheet before standing up. It's not the longest thing she's ever worn, but it'll work just fine. ]

Naw, this'll be shiny. Xie--er. Thanks, Jamie.

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