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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
Log: 

[ 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! ]

Comments

[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.]