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Saturday morning:
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"God, is it morning already?" It was sometimes difficult to tell, as Laure had to keep a lamp burning in her room all night. She glanced at the art deco clock on the bedside table: 8:30 am. Plenty of time to doze.

"But it's miiiine....You told me I could have it," someone whined beside her, making a petulant face and obviously still unconscious and dreaming. The RB tossed and turned, wrinkling his fashionable purple silk boxers.

Oh god, what issues will I be dealing with today...thought Laure...aside, that was, from the normal Ho neuroses that hung like a permanent mist over the entire HSU campus.

"It's not fair...he gets everything," the dark-haired man grumbled. "I thought I got first choice of the puppies... I'm never your Number One."

Laure gently reached for her emperor and held him in her arms, saying soothing mediator-type things. "There, there, dear." She kissed his forehead and the RB snuggled against her black lacy nightie-clad body. "You're my Number One."

He snored in response. Laure released a heavy, put-upon sigh.

* * * *

The General's door banged open. The General sat in bed, wearing the pair of flannel pyjamas Darry had insisted he put on in order to prevent getting a chill. He was reading the Tattler as Dorotea sat asleep, fully clothed, in a chair next to him. The room smelled faintly of eucalyptus and cough syrup.

"Good morning, Emmy. How nice to see you."

Emmy, also dressed in jammies, walked over to the bed, her hand behind her back.

"How are you feeling?" She spoke normally, not caring if she woke the sleeping Librarian.

"Much better, thanks. I'm sure I can be back to my normal appointment schedule quite soon."

"Wonderful," Emmy declared. "You can start now." She tossed a jar of Nutella at him, which he caught with Jedi reflexes. "It's GOOD for you."

"So the Nurse has informed me." He leered at the Diva, who was busy dragging the chair with the sleeping Librarian in it out into the corridor.

"No more health craze?" Emmy eyed her boss warily.

"No."

"No more macho shit-head behaviour?"

"Promise."

Emmy re-entered the room and slammed the door shut behind her.

* * * * *

Judy opened Ellie's door with some trepidation. Not seeing the Nurse's Padawan Ho anywhere, she walked in and watched the Moose finish his set of push-ups before lightly tapping his shoulder with her fuzzy-slippered foot.

"I need your help."

Haken glanced up at the bartender in the dressing gown and stood immediately. "Certainlyzz, mein lady."

"Great, we have a delivery of maraschino cherries arriving and I need you to unload it and stock for me." Haken's face fell slightly, but the promise of a good work-out lifting crates and jars renewed his spirits a bit.

He blithely followed Judy out of Ellie's room and down to the bar's back door, where a large truck was moving toward the building. Judy calmly explained that the entire truck needed to be unloaded and pointed out where everything should go. Haken nodded as she pointed.

"Thanks, Moose- er, I mean, Haken," Judy said in her best get-the-guy-to-help-you voice.

"Nein problem, Mistress of dasun drinks." Haken said, adjusting his belt.

Judy returned to her room and climbed back into bed, picking up the latest EC Downs racing form.

* * * *

Back up in Ellie's room, two nekkid bodies fell out of the closet and onto the floor, narrowly missing the tiger litterbox.

"Whew," Ellie glanced at Syd. "That was close. Now where were we?"

* * * *

"Snikt!"

"Oh my god, do you have any idea how much one of these catsuits costs? Not to mention how long it takes to get into?"

"Longer than it takes to get out of, I expect..." Logan absently blew smoke rings at the ceiling. "You shouldn't have left it on the bed when you undressed, I guess."

"It's 8:30 in the morning and you're smoking a cigar already..."

"Yeah, so?"

"No reason, just commenting."

"Wonder if the bar's open..."

* * * *

"Now carefully turn to the right..." Mo sat behind Kendra in the Zamboni as they smoothed the rink down for the morning practice.

"Ah, this may be where I made the mistake in the hallway," Kenda mused and pulled the large coat she and Mo were sharing around her tighter. The effect was to pull him closer against her.

"And again, right," Mo instructed, guiding her hand on the steering column.

"Right."

"No, no more 'right'," he said, eyeing the quickly oncoming side of the rink.

"Hmmmm?" Kendra asked, leaning back against him.

Luckily, the plexiglass was sturdy enough to handle the impact.

* * * *

Caeryn and John inspected each other's gear and laces.

"I think I'm ready. Got your pads?"

"Yeah. Got yours?"

"Yeah."

"Got your sweater buttoned up?"

"Yeah."

BAM!

"Think that was the Zamboni hitting the wall again?

"Yeah."

"Wanna give me a hand unbuttoning this sweater?"

"Yeah."

* * * *

"Let's go, Spacedog, the troops should be assembled by now."

Jael finished buckling up her armour and walked with Max from their tent out to inspect the troops for an early morning training session. They walked back and forth among the ranks, nodding approvingly, stopping occasionally for a word here or there. Spacedog ran back and forth from the Other General to his warrior-princess adjutant.

"We're still missing some people," Jael grumbled, wondering how hard it would be to get the AWOL troops back out onto the pitch.

"Jael, it is Saturday. I think we can start without them. You've already woken up Lynn and Juba." He glanced over at the two. Neither looked happy.

"Max, evil can take many forms. We must be constantly alert for it."

The Other General sighed, put a large hand on Jael's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Even evil needs to sleep in once and awhile, my Warrior."

Jael began to think maybe he was right this time.

* * * *

"Are you going to the drill this morning?" Kymira asked, after hearing Jael's rallying cry.

"What drill?"

"Don't tell me you didn't hear that call to arms?" Kymira snuggled closer to her praetorian.

"What call?" He smiled.

"Exactly..." Kymira said, pulling the linen sheet over them both.

* * * * *

"This is YOUR fault!" The Librarian's outraged voice wafted through one of the holes in the wall downstairs in the Clinic.

"Did you say something?" Darry asked. She lay on her belly, pinned to the bed, so only turned her head and halfway opened her eyes.

"Mrrrpphhh," muttered the half-asleep man sprawled across her.

"Guess not."

"LP! Is that you?!" drifted up from the Library.

"WHAYYYYAYYYYAA!" The EA alarm in Darry's room went off, loud enough to shake the plaster.

Barely opening his eyes, Cicero reached out a long arm, grabbed one of Darry's shoes from the floor, and hurled it at the alarm, which promptly stopped wailing.

"Thanks. I'll deal with it later..."

Nurse and 'doctor' fell back asleep.

* * * *

Scott carefully pulled Shana's hand away from his face where she had draped it.

"Wassup?" she asked sleepily.

"Your roof, at the moment, but if you pull these glasses off, it's gonna fall on our heads."

"We need to get you one of those things runners wear to hold your glasses on your head." She rolled toward him, careful not dislodge his eyewear.

"I dunno; those are kinda geeky-looking. I don't need to give Logan any more ammunition."

"Well, you're only going have them fall off some night and then poor Tasha will have to redesign the whole building. She's already had to help replace the Library walls for Dorotea.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Shana giggled. "Well, maybe this will..."

* * * *

Tasha sat in bed, watching 'This Old House,' while idly running her fingers around one of Mr. Vocab's horns. He dozed on in complete contentment, wrapped in a new orange frilly bathrobe Tasha had liberated from one of JenJen's latest forays to the Pink Banana.

* * * * *

JenJen, meanwhile was contemplating how to explain the presence of yet another motorcycle on HSU property, while idly trying to have Ky's troubled tiger cub chase a piece of string up and down Ethan's back.

The tiger watched her for a moment and then peed on the carpet.

* * * *

Servo and Crow sat in Shana's office, arguing, as per usual, while Normal Al snoozed in the corner, his accordion wheezing with every inhalation.

"Servo, I cannot stress enough how comparing 'The Undiscovered Country' and 'Sex in the City' is like comparing apples and oranges. Perhaps we should just agree to disagree on this one."

"But you have to admit, her performances were flawless."

"This is true."

* * * * *

Sere and Julia slept blissfully on, the camera and pen silent, but never forgotten. On the wall of the darkroom, Xani finally removed the last of the staples that had held him to the wall. Sneaking into the tunnel which led from the darkroom to the main secret tunnel in the building's wall, he made his way to the Diva's room, intent on waking and pestering her.

Finding her absent, he strolled around the room, looking through her collection of Battlestar Galactica memorabilia and a huge box of brochures, presumably printed up to distribute to the masses.

Gads, the silly Do-Gooder General in the buff.

Xanatos idly drew a few lewd additions to the brochures on the top of the pile, but soon tired of this and stretched out on Emmy's bed and opened the latest Cartier catalogue that he found under the pillow.

Minutes later, he was asleep.

* * * * * *

Deb lay slumped over her desk. Body and mind had finally become exhausted after trying to organise the latest algorithmic computation for arranging the Schedule, following this last absence of General appointments.

* * * *

Dande and Qui-Gon had been up for hours- he in meditation, she in meditation of his meditation. Later would come the foot massage and squeezing of orange juice.

Little did they know that HSU was about to experience its next crisis, and Coruscant should shortly expect a contingent of Ho's.