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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[anatural]

[YES. SERIOUSLY.]

She's your FRIEND?! [omg Chekov WHAT IS YOUR LIFE? WHAT ARE YOUR CHOICES? ignore the fact that she's hooking up with an assassin] She's the person who SHOT ME!

[mortemscintilla]

[ Hei has no interest in fighting Chekov over something so trivial. Instead, while Korra blows her top, he half-turns to knock his drink back, focusing on the sloshing pink nuvo in the glass. It's meant to be a self-conscious gesture, as if 'Li' would rather be anywhere else but here. But it has the added benefit of concealing the dull boredom in his eyes. Marie's attitude isn't surprising, any more than Korra's is. You can't wring apologies from someone by shrieking threats at them. Particularly if they're not sorry. But he can't blame Korra for the tantrum, either. It's justified -- but she needs to learn that revenge isn't about punishment. It's about the equity of damage. ]

[ In that sense, Marie's already gotten a good fraction of her just desserts. Korra simply isn't aware of Hei's hand in it. ]

[ 'Li'-like and coaxing, despite his limited patience, he murmurs, to no one in particular, ] Maybe this isn't the best time? [ He almost wants to snort. As if dysfunction and drama occur at a set schedule. ]

[candothat]

[Marie shot--no. Or... no, that's within the range of possibility, although Delacroix must have had her own reasons, as she isn't psycho (paranoid and a little too fond of drinking, yes, but not psycho). That doesn't make shooting Korra okay by any means.

Chekov doesn't know who to be mad at, as he doesn't have the full story. That full story is going to have to wait, though, because he's going to enjoy himself, damn it. Maybe if the situation can be diffused and dealt with at another time...]

Korra, I would like to hear about this later. Not now, please. [This is said partly to Hei in the hopes that he'll, like... physically restrain Korra if this goes downhill.

To Marie:] It would maybe be for the best if you left. It was good of you to come, since I don't think you enjoy parties so much.

/bounces out :3

[prosopopoeia]

[She touches Chekov's arm lightly, in complete agreement with him, and if he wishes to discuss it later, she will tell him whatever he wants to know.]

[Then she goes.]

[anatural]

[Korra just stares at Chekov. Not now, please. Not now, please?!?!?!]

What is wrong with you?!

[mortemscintilla]

[ It's true that if one hundred people are witnesses to a gunfight, there are one hundred different versions of what happened. One hundred and two, if you count the gunmen. Only by gathering all the different stories and weaving them together can you come as close to objectivity as possible. Except Hei isn't a judge or a detective. Objectivity -- fairness -- isn't his purview. He only knows that Marie had damaged something -- someone -- he's peripherally possessive of. So he'd responded by wrecking something Marie held valuable in return. Admittedly the rationalization is a simplistic one. But sometimes it's easier to have a spark of clarity in his life, given the shifting, ambiguous world he's from. ]

[ Despite Pavel's meaningful look, Hei has little interest in restraining Korra. If she's going to go on a rampage, it's not his job to play referee. He watches impassively when Marie exits. But something about the vibrations of Korra's words, What's wrong with you? -- the hurt and disbelief in them -- prompts him to say to her, ] Why don't I take you somewhere for a little air. [ Inflected like a plea, but actually it's more of a command. ]

[anatural]

[Korra redirects her glare at Hei. She is not yours to command, and how dare you treat her like she's being irrational, hysterical, unreasonable, an embarrassment. That crazy woman shot her! She was in traction for a week. She had to use a cane for months. She nearly lost the last thing that made her Korra, and everybody's acting like it's No Big Deal.

Some friends they are.]

A little air sounds great. [She nearly chokes on the words, and she has to forcibly unclench her fist.] Something here stinks.

Come on, Naga.

[Ignoring both Chekov and Hei, Korra mounts the polar bear dog, her thigh twinging complaint (or is she just imagining that?), and canters off.]

[candothat]

[This is one of times where Pavel knows that he messed up but can't puzzle out what it is, precisely, that he did. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have enough information to judge the situation; isn't that when it's most appropriate to step away, gather all relevant facts, and go from there?

But if Korra is referring to the shooting incident that he thinks she must be, it was reasonable for her to treat Delacroix as an enemy (and, perhaps, also reasonable to treat him as an enemy as well). Then again, Chekov believes that Delacroix's action was the result of a curse, making her culpability questionable. If everyone was held accountable for what they did during curses--

Well. They can't be.

With Korra gone before he can find words that won't worsen the situation and Hei doing nothing to help, Pavel trudges over to the drinks and helps himself to more vodka than he should be enjoying if he wants to keep his head about him. What's wrong with him, indeed. Whatever it is, maybe it will be less wrong once the part of his brain that tries--unsuccessfully, sometimes--to navigate the perils of social situations stops trying to be helpful.]