One hundred-tenth Nail

Rincewind, Carmine, Otto? You can all have tomorrow off - I may not show up and it would be compleely unfair for you three if there's nothing to do. Otto, tell me if there is anything you'll need for your camera and we'll see what we can do with it. Rincewind, one last delivery for the day - be extremely careful, mmkay?

Bruce dear, looks like I shall miss that engagement. Maybe some other night.

One hundred-eleventh Nail

filtered to Trigun crew; unhackable]
So? I'm waiting you miserable boy. I thought you had it all planned out and yet you're probably still sitting there, ignoring everything but him.

Fine. Whatever. I am not going to be some sort of maryter because of feelings. Miserable, stinking rat.

God! I'm getting tired of drinking, Legato! COME GET ME!
/filter

[OOC: Remember how Elie gets when she's drunk? Well, she's that way again, but this time, she's itching for a fight with Legato and not hating men. Err, yeah. Sorry crew.]