Not Good at Nice

Aeryn didn't have to go in to work for a few hours yet, but her relaxing morning ended about the time Talyn tried to pull himself up using the sofa and grabbed onto the pillow instead. He didn't even hit anything when he fell, but the fact that he fell at all seemed to be enough to upset him.

He didn't cry for long, especially not with Aeryn telling him simply, "You're not even hurt," but when he stopped he just decided to stay in a bad mood, fussing and dropping things to the ground whenever he could reach something.

Aeryn couldn't do much but sigh at him, muttering, "Of course you have to have an attitude about this sort of thing."


[Open for the husband, or calls, or general distractions.]

There were a lot of times, especially over the last year, where the tiniest part of Aeryn might have wished she could have been human. Well, frell that, Peacekeeper pregnancies were blissfully short. She was engineered for battle, which didn't exactly lend itself to nine months of waiting, even if the labor had seemed that long. And involved many, many, many creative threats. And maybe some hitting.

For now, though, she was still in the medical facility they'd found, half-curled around the tiny sleeping newborn that she currently thought was the most perfect thing ever.

[For the babydaddy, and bless you canon. YAY BABY.]

The flipside of getting a chance to go out and help save a friend and hurt some things in the process was that afterwards, it was back to normal things, like filling out job applications in front of the TV and feeling uncomfortable in the current style of clothes. There might have been a little part of her that wondered if it would be wrong to wear a pulse pistol around the apartment, just for the night.

Friday was busier than Aeryn had anticipated somehow, with people coming in from out of town, followed by the rehearsal at the hotel where the ceremony and reception would take place. And personally, she had no idea how anyone remembered how all of this sort of thing went, and she thought it was kind of stupid how much emphasis was put on something as simple as walking, but she'd go with it, as apparently these things were important. Or something.

Afterwards, the group made their way to a pizza place nearby to settle in and settle down and have one good night out before tomorrow got more stressful.


[Up early for SP. For bridal party, dates, and other guests to the Friday thingie yay!
ETA: For clarification, cuz a couple people have asked. If you were told you were welcome to the dinner, you were invited. Otherwise the wedding stuff takes place tomorrow.]

Today was one of the days Aeryn worked a double shift, because her coworkers were flakes and she was more than happy to take the overtime nowadays, even if the job sucked and she hated every moment of it. It meant she got home way too late and hated the human race in general even more, but she was used to that by now.

She took her shoes off at the door, trying not to be too loud when she closed the door, just in case anyone was already asleep.

If pressed, Aeryn would say that the reason that she didn't sleep well last night was that she wasn't used to the bed after spending the weekend in the hotel, even though being transferred from place to place and sleeping in different places depending on assignment was practically ingrained into her genetic code. She hadn't slept well all weekend, actually, and it wasn't that she hadn't had a good time over homecoming. She really had. She liked being able to see her friends and catch up and be able to see them when she talked to them instead of using the phone. This was all while ignoring the Luxan, of course. And Lee.

There was just one little thing that just kept nagging at her.

Giving up early, Aeryn got up and dressed, and headed out, returning a while later with a bag in hand to lock herself in the bathroom. She'd wanted to do this earlier, just to have some sort of proof, but she didn't want to risk it ending up on the radio. Privacy was one plus Cambridge had over Fandom.

She read the directions about five times before taking the test, and about ten times after seeing the result, just in case she could blame this on not being a native English-reader. She knew better, though. She'd done it right, and she didn't think Aly would lie to her. She did consider making another trip out, though. Maybe a different brand would be wrong. Best out of three, even.

Aeryn's learned that some dates have meaning, that the time between one yearly milestone and the next can be a really big deal. Thinking from last August 13 to this one, making it through an entire year almost deserves a congratuations.

Which is why she's seriously pissed off that the little blonde bitch with the stupid name that she never remembers called in sick again and didn't get anyone to cover for her, which means Aeryn is pulling a double shift on her anniversary and trying really hard not to threaten customers or coworkers.

The problem with having houseguests after moving into your own place a week ago is that sometimes the only furniture you have is a bed and a couch. So the shopping trip that was going to have to happen anyway is happening earlier.

IKEA's not the closest place, and by the time Aeryn gets to the huge building, she's kind of amazed that it can be a store. And then when she gets inside, the first words out of her mouth are, "No one can take shopping this seriously."

( cut for length omg )

[Preplayed with whitedeathpod

Aeryn's still not entirely used to the idea of a vacation. Even when they went to LA, there were things to see and people to socialize with, so this whole thing where she can just stay in bed a little longer in a room that probably doesn't need to be quite this air conditioned- like so- is kind of neat.

And the bonus is that she's not even thinking of where they're heading after this at the moment. Maybe John has good ideas every now and then.

[NFB for distance, yadda yadda.]

The Prowler has good environmentals, so Aeryn's not worried about being outside. In fact, it gives her more reason to stay right where she is.

She really doesn't want to talk about what's bothering her. It's not anything anyone can fix. She's seen the outside world. It's hard to try to act and talk and look like them. She knows she's not like them. She's spent almost her entire life in the Peacekeepers, and then the last two years in Fandom, and she knows neither place is normal by Earth standards. Then add in the fact that she has no idea what she's qualified to do for a job, and if she ever gets sick or injured she's going to have to deal with it because doctors here seem clueless, never mind that they can't find out she's not human... And she really doesn't want to be forced to leave her ship here.

And it's hard to tell this to someone who's made several offers to leave so she would be more comfortable because she fully expects to have to turn down the offer again while he knows she's not having an easy time of it. Much easier to shut up and deal with it and work it all out. Too bad he can't frelling cooperate.

When it's cooled down some more, she finally pops the canopy and hops out of the Prowler to head back. Hopefully by now John's asleep and they can postpone the next argument till tomorrow.

[Establishy. Unless you're really intent on catching her going back to the dorms.]