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A single lamp burns brightly on the corner of her desk, aimed to illuminate the pile of papers loosely gathered in front of her.  Bundles of more paper and files neatly stacked are mostly in shadow; she puts down the pen in her hand and pulls out one folder that, when brought into the light, reads, "Q4 2007".  She opens it onto the desk and begins to read:

TO: All Employees

FROM: Jesse Chambers

RE: Q4 Strategies

 

I wanted to start out by saying Thank You for all of your hard work this year.  The first three quarters of 2007 have been tremendous, and we couldn't have done it without all of your diligence and dedication.  I especially want to thank our testing group for their work on getting the bugs worked out of the QS system.

 

We've got a lot to do, continuing to build up for the start of the holiday season.  I'm hoping that this quarter will be our strongest...

 

She continues reading, absently tapping one finger to the faint music emanating from her headphones, until finally reaching the end of the page.  Pursing her lips, she thinks for a moment, and then crosses out a few words, only to scrawl in a few changes here and there in the text.  Satisfied, she snags a post-it from a pad, puts it on the memo, and writes, Make changes as indicated, then distribute on Monday, and slides the folder back onto the top of the nearest pile.

 

Reclining back in her chair, she stretches out her legs, smiling and humming along with the music.  Wally would be rolling his eyes at the song, she thinks to herself, but we've all got our guilty pleasures.  And besides, this new Kelly Clarkson album is really good... As she does, she catches a glimpse of the time listed on the impressive-looking desk phone, and abruptly sits up straight.  "I've been here WAY too long," she says out loud, and begins straightening up what she can of the carefully controlled chaos of her desk, slipping some of the stacked papers into a slim leather briefcase and closing it with a snap.  I'll get to the Titans information later; don't want to just leave it laying out here...

 

As she heads out and gets into her car, she muses to herself, Some days I just want to get back to what I used to have.  Less time in the office, more time out with the team.  Don't necessarily miss the awkward drunken moments, but the rest...  She smiles in such a way that could be considered as fondly reminiscing, or something slightly more daring.  I'll just head over to base...someone's probably still up and around. 

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

Bette is up and around at the base, having just gotten back from her patrol. She is currently in the kitchen, putting together .... something. To be honest, she isn't sure what she's putting together yet. All she really knows is she's starving and there is food in the fridge.

That would be why the upper half of her body seems to have disappeared into the appliance.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

Jesse comes around the corner into the kitchen and is greeted by what looks like Bette being swallowed by the refrigerator. She makes sure to step a little more loudly as she comes in, laying her briefcase and blackberry down on the tiled countertop.

"I certainly hope there's something good in there, Bette. I'd hate for that search to be a fruitless one."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"There are a lot of good things in here. I'm just so hungry I have no idea what I want." After a short pause, she comments, "Though if you're looking for fruit, there are bananas on top of the fridge.'

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

She smiles, and thinks for a moment. "Yeah, why not. Don't want to wait until you're finished rummaging..." Standing on her tiptoes, she snags a banana from the bowl on the top of the refrigerator, and then sits herself at the tiled bar, peeling the fruit and starting by taking a sizeable bite out of the end.

"So what are you doing up so late?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"Just got back in from taking a turn around the city." A container of cider is placed on the counter, followed by a bag of carrots and a small container of ranch dip. "I'm in a little early, all things told."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Long day. He didn't get much sleep earlier this morning after patrol with his daughter running a low-grade fever, and some of the Titans were occupied later this afternoon with helping out on a community reclamation project as part of their promised efforts to rebuild the area. The positive PR doesn't hurt, either.

Now he's starving, and the 45-minute ride back to the 'Haven is too long to wait. Paperwork from the day in hand, he enters the kitchen, then pauses when he sees the two women already there. A smile comes forth.

Looks like I'm not the only one on a kitchen raid.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"Hey. What's up?"

Bette opens up the container of ranch and dips a carrot into it before munching down. Yeah, she shouldn't be sitting on the counter. Sue her.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Did you leave anything for me?

He moves closer, setting the paperwork down on the counter next to her. It's not like he can say anything about her sitting up there - hell, Babs gets on his case frequently for the same thing. He grins at Jesse.

Hey, Jesse. How was your Hallowe'en?

He's actually kind of relieved she didn't catch him in Wally's getup.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, Nightwing... Halloween was pretty low key, thankfully - hordes of small children begging for candy, very low occurence of villains and hooligans, too much sweet stuff left over..." She continues to munch on the carrot, occasionally dipping it into the ranch dressing. "Did you get a chance to take your daughter out? Or go out yourself?"

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

Mar'i points at Grant. "You! This time you're not gonna make it to the finish line before I do." She grins fiercely. "I don't care how many more hours you've had. You're going down."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Dick isn't even eating or drinking anything, but he somehow manages to choke on thin air. This is -not- what he signed up for.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

By this time Jesse's got her head down on the counter, and is trying very hard not to laugh out loud, but isn't succeeding.

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

"Me? What'd I do?" Grant asks, lifting both hands, palms out, grinning all the while at the Tamaranean. "You better make sure those are fresh batteries, because this is going to be an all-nighter."

What exactly are the two blondes laughing at? And why in the world does Nightwing look like he swallowed a fly?

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He takes a large bite of the finished sandwich, then replies around the mouthful.

On you, it looks good.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

Jesse takes a moment to back away a few steps, and watches with a smile.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"Damned right it does."

That doesn't stop her from throwing a ranch covered baby carrot at his head, though.

"I make everything look good."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Oop--!

Reflex test. He ducks for cover, but gets a good smudge of ranch dressing on his face for his trouble, regardless.

He grins, then grabs his paperwork and cuts and runs from the kitchen, covering his retreat with a hail of grapeshot snagged from the bowl on the counter.

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

Jesse stops a grape with her foot from rolling away under a cupboard. She picks it up, along with a few others, and tosses them all into the sink.

"That ended a lot better than it could have... might have had to be cleaning up this kitchen for the next week."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"I've seen that. It's been awhile but I've seen that."

Bette looks up at her hair and shakes her head, sighing.

"I think I need to go take a shower now."

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

"And I should probably get home and sleep." Jesse picks up her briefcase and phone off of the counter. She leans over and kisses Bette lightly on the cheek, and says, "it was really nice seeing you again, Bette."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

Bette grins at Jesse, "Call me. We should do dinner, some time."

And with that, she's making it shower time.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

She just came to pick up some thing, Lian left her bow, and - wow, Jesse's here.

"Hey. running home or up for the slow method? I've got Roy's keys."

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

"definitely up for the slow method." She smiles at Donna, looking forward to the chance to catch up with her friend. "What brings you over our way?"

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

She hoists the short bow. "The call of a forgetful 10 year old and the ever persistent call of signing whatever I can get away with as to have Dick not have to. Haven't seen you much either."

[3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com]

Jesse shrugs as she follows Donna out. "Business has been taking over my life, as usual. That, and not really needing to do much with the team." better to take a break from all of that, maybe, just to get some time to get my head on straight

"Or at least I haven't been called in awhile for anything big."