Just Say Ow

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey was wandering, naked. Again. After losing everything to that new game of 'poker,' he'd been in the media library (again) trying to catch up with at least Javert when it came to all this strange, futuristic stuff. The result of those hours spent, unfortunately, was confusion, a pounding headache, and stars before his eyes.

He'd sort of wandered down toward the medical area, because the pain was truly ridiculous, but he didn't really think they'd have anything overly helpful. Books, real books, with proper spelling and a non-glowing surface to read from, those were the things he truly needed.

"Damn my eyes," he muttered - not entirely without humor - as he paused to rub at them. "Damn them to a hell worse than this, just as soon as I'm done using them."

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[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"I'll have you know that I borrowed it from storage, and that m'lady Stacy did not seem to mind. It was blue and fuzzy and only warm in the normal blanket way." He rolled his eyes, hands going to his hips.

"And I have been given wardrobes, m'lady, by people in the past. And grateful as I am to them for their cast-offs, generosity, and distinct lack of mutual questioning, I never needed from them a house. One of those I have, a home, a warm one, full of all the important things; joy, love, laughter, understanding, and really excellent food."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't have been cast offs either, brand new clothes. Unfortunately all about the same money wise here." She wasn't even sure if Earth American currency would work at all.

Kate added, "Sorry about your home then. You want some help on the blanket hunt?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Chaucer drawled, smirking at what Will would think of that, "a true pity that you must be just as poor as the next person, m'lady. I shall pray for your deliverance before I bed down for the night."

He shook his head at her offer of help. "Don't trouble yourself, I know where a stash is. I'm just not overly rushed."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate snorted, "Look the only good thing about being rich is that I can use it to help others. Otherwise? I'm glad I'm not."

She then started to look around, "And it's not any trouble. I'm used to trouble."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey knew that not all noblewomen were stupid. He really did. So why had God seen fit to throw the peculiarly dense ones in his path recently? First Jocelyn and her pigs, and now this girl? Had he done some great wrong against his wife that needed such punishment?

Scratching at his nose thoughtfully, he told her, "Though I'm certain that you are, in fact, quite formidably trained and well-prepared for danger, I think that a scurry around the so-called 'locker room' is well within my humble means, m'lady."

In other words, no thanks.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate raised her eyebrows at the brush off.

"Fine, but I'd cover what little you got soon before you lose it completely." Another glance downward indicating what was meant.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff didn't laugh at her threat. Or at her 'insult.'

He considered this his charitable act for the day, and so, nodding pleasantly to the young noble, he bid her good day.