it's not our fault it's an april mingle

[ladybro]

Who: S.S. Blameless
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Yes, for crew-mates and any visitors!
When: Month of April

[ aww mingle, no. ]

Comments

[precedented]

It hardly matters.

But yes, I am your tactical support.

[ Whatever that entails. ]

[beathach]

It matters.

But - ah. I didn't know tactical support was . . . necessary. [he gestures in the direction he came from] I'm, uh - lab support.

[precedented]

How so?

It may not be. I'll let you know if an imminent attack is near. Being prescient and all that.

[beathach]

Well - I mean, generally, one tries to make a good first impression, don't they?

Mm, but I'm glad that you're there - just in case.

[precedented]

Impressions are just that. Impressions. To base one's character over a single one is a narrow-minded blindness.

[ He shrugs. Even if there was an attack, Leto can't use his powers so flagrantly. But that was . . . sweet. ]

Just in case, then.

[beathach]

Ah . . . you're right. [he can't say he's ever really looked at it that way] I guess it's just a - mm, thing people worry about. Some people, I mean.

[to be honest Hank's instincts, from Kyriakos and just in general, are to expect something. So knowing someone was manning the helm, so to speak, put him at ease]

Mm. Have you been here long?

[precedented]

Thankfully, I have never been "some people" in any shape or form.

[ He considers this question. Time was tricky. ]

Two months.

[beathach]

So I've noticed. It's a good thing.

[that's . . . not so bad, especially considering he's heard from other people who have been here much longer]

That's . . . not so bad? [he phrases it as a question, because he isn't sure how most people feel about this place] Do you like it here?

[precedented]

Is it?

[ He rolls his shoulders, nonchalant. ]

It's not my first time in a place like that. It certainly isn't bad, so I see no reason to complain.

[beathach]

I think it is.

And that's . . . good. [it lines up with everything he's heard so far; he isn't sure whether to be more relieved or file it into the paranoia, that something has yet to happen] You've done this before?

[precedented]

Hm? Yes, in a place called Aather. Slightly more charming than some of the locations I hear other people hail from.

[beathach]

Mm, I've heard of . . . some of the other places, they don't sound very pleasant.

[precedented]

Aather wasn't too bad. A few terrible games here and there, but overall pleasant.

[beathach]

[oh. Oh]

—games?

[precedented]

Yes. Like your Kyriakos or the library or Sabra La Tau.

[beathach]

["your Kyriakos". He frowns, crossing his arms]

How did you - ? Are you a telepath?

[precedented]

Prescient. I see futures and pasts converge.

[beathach]

That's . . . wow. That's an impressive power.

[impressive and dangerous, though that comes with all powers]

[precedented]

That is not the word I'd use.

[ Though it is amusing to hear. ]

[beathach]

What word would you use, then?

[precedented]

Hmm.

[ He taps his chin. ] Unnecessary would my pick.

[beathach]

[that sure isn't the word he was imagining]

Is it troublesome? [though he feels like he's asking a dumb question]

[precedented]

All powers come with inherent troubles. That is always the case with power. It must possess a fatal flaw. Mine does as well.

[ Sort of. His flaws are hard to find. ] But prescience is unnecessary. It only seeks to convolute and confuse. It never helps.

[beathach]

It . . . doesn't seem like it would, no. In most cases.

[precedented]

In all cases.