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[beathach]

Who: two nerds and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: now!

[ The audio comes on sharply, but everything is still dark as two people discuss their situation.]

Is that the camera? Can you get it to work?

I - think so? Here, push this --

I am pushing it, Hank. I thought you knew about these from that show you keep watching. Space Trek?

It's Star Trek and that isn't exactly - you know, the same thing as this.

Right. . . . Wait, I think I see something on the side.

[ And the video flickers on, the red light glowing softly. It focuses on two men. One in a wheelchair and the other right next to him, peering curiously at the camera before they step back satisfied. ]

Well, that’s over and done with. Hello to anyone who might be out there. My name is Charles Xavier and this is Hank McCoy. Apparently we’ve been kidnapped again, by an unknown force again for some mysterious reason.

[muttered:] Again. [and louder] So if anyone would be kind enough to explain exactly what's going on, we'd appreciate it. You have our thanks in advance.

But do keep it pertinent.

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[takingkarabusiness]

I need more hobbies, anyway. Let me know when you get assigned and settled in. I'm really great at holding stuff.

[ she smiles though. she genuinely wants to help ]

[beathach]

I - yeah, of course. I'll let you know as soon as I can.

[takingkarabusiness]

Great.

So what are your impressions so far?

[beathach]

[oh boy]

Well, it's - definitely not what I was expecting when I first woke up? I keep expecting someone to pop up and tell us the worst of it all, and . . . it hasn't happened yet. [he. makes a face] But that's more - we're used to the other shoe about to fall.

[takingkarabusiness]

There are things to not love here, to be sure. But it could be a lot worse? And I hope it doesn't go that way.

[beathach]

I really hope it doesn't either. I like that it's - not all bad.

[takingkarabusiness]

Exactly.

I would—well, not murder, exactly—but cut my hair off? For a good pizza and some donuts though.

[beathach]

The food's that good, huh.

[takingkarabusiness]

It is not fooling anyone.

I'm not sure it's trying to, considering it's actually called things like "synthetic butter substitute".

[beathach]

. . . that sounds really - [he makes a face]

Is it at least . . . edible?

[takingkarabusiness]

Technically, yes.

[beathach]

I . . . guess it could be worse.

[just keep thinking that, Hank]

[takingkarabusiness]

Hopefully you'll get placed on a ship with a cook. They... help.

[beathach]

Well . . . at the very least, it's better than what I normally eat. Probably.

[takingkarabusiness]

What do you normally eat?

[ she's worried ]

[beathach]

Whatever I can find in the kitchen? It's - uh, it's usually junk.

[takingkarabusiness]

I mean, as long as it's not like, rocks. Or babies. Or bugs or something... Anyway, we manage. I just have a lot of dreams about food.

[beathach]

No, no, god no, nothing that - uh.

There's food here, though? Maybe I can - smuggle some to you. Someone mentioned that I should think about doing that.

[takingkarabusiness]

You'd do that for me? Are you sure you can? That would be great!

[beathach]

Of course. And I guess we'll find out if I can or not.

[takingkarabusiness]

[ her actual excitement at the prospect of real food might be contagious. she is so excited ]

I'll keep my fingers crossed then!

[beathach]

[he's going to smuggle as much food as he possibly can]

Heh, alright. I'll do my best. Uh - any requests?

[takingkarabusiness]

Anything with real sugar.

[beathach]

Got it.

[takingkarabusiness]

A girl has needs, Hank.