driftfleet | And On Your Left You'll See a Tourist Mingle

[HE HAS PRIVACY IN THE LAB KARA!!]

I'd buy one? [it isn't nerdy enough for him to wear sry]

[But Kara doesn't sleep in your lab, Hank.]

Pass. I have a reputation to maintain. Apparently I've decided that reputation is not touring the Tourist. [She smiles at Winn.] Everything is a clothing opportunity for you.

[She hangs toward the back as they head toward the bedroom.] You guys can head in first. I was already in Kirk's bedroom.

[ he'd make a joke about her reputation surviving kissing him in public, but he doesn't want to be the one to make it awkward-er again. ]

I could make a commemorative Candy Crush, but the graphics would kind of suck.

[ he shrugs; he's got two major skills here and one of them is severely impaired, which is probably making it seem like fashion is way more important to him than it is...it's just costumes, kitty, he swears!

the comment about kirk brings a certain strain to his face, so he turns back towards the others. ]

[ Kara is kind of feeling like, well, this was meant to be a two person tour so kitty can join or not as she wants, but the more the merrier, right? Right. ]

I haven't, and I'm not sure I'd want to. I bet he leaves clothes on the floor.

[given the state of his own office back home, he has no place whatsoever to talk about how a person keeps their room neat or not.

So instead he'll glance at Winn, brows furrowed] Candy Crush? [why would you crush candy??]

[She's back here! She just wanted others to get the better view. But now she's looking at Winn and wishing she hadn't said anything. She already told him Kirk hadn't hit on her (much) when he asked.]

No idea, but I support candy. [She reaches forward to touch Winn's hand. There's an apologetic look waiting for you.]

It's a match-three puzzle game.

[ he nudges her hand lightly in return and offers a small smile back. she doesn't really owe him an apology, and he's aware of it, which just makes him appreciate it more. he's not used to having his feeling that guarded. ]

They're pretty popular back on our earth.

I maintain it should cause your phone to dispense candy when you match three, but for some reason the app developers won't get back to me.

[ opens her door et voilà, her room. It's organized and has some cute accents here and there. Definitely has a "her" feeling ]

[if he keeps asking questions they'll be here all day, but he does quirk a smile at what Kara says]

Something after my - uh, time, then. [you sound old, Hank. He peers into Kara's room] . . . I'm definitely jealous. This is nice.

[having your own space in general was nice]

Don't worry. After mine too, Hank. Or at least divergent. [~~Since we avoid stating a year in comic-land because then ages make no sense!~~ She manages not to actually reference the end of the world as she says it though. More upbeat that way!]

That reason being they're not Willy Wonka.

[ as a developer, he has to side with his people here, kara. ]

But it does open a wormhole and steals away all your free time!

[ he leans against the wall, getting out of the way. ]

And clogs your facebook notifications, Winn Schott, Jr.

[ faux scolding ]

Anyway, like I said, it's not much. I'd love to get a nice quilt in here and maybe some pillow shams. It's kind of dull.

[he glances at Kitty, lips pursed] Maybe we're better off, if it steals time and - clogs notifications. [look at him, trying to make a joke. Better than asking what a facebook is]

It isn't dull, it's - lived in? [not that he's the best judge] It's not just a room, I mean.

[She looks back at Hank. Look at them having mutual things. Almost like friends. God...] It sounds like the worst. Dodged a bullet. Also a book of faces sounds creepy. [She doesn't know what facebook is either.]

The room is a lot more personalized than mine. [Which is zero personalized as she might remember from their hugging session there.]

[ he spares kara a short slightly disbelieving look - jr.-ing at him over facebook? really? ]

Creepy's pretty dead-on actually.

[ should he say something about the room too, now? he's here practically every day - ]

Kara's pretty great at the little touches. [ he smiles; his version of personalizing the space she's given him is fill it up with work. not nearly as neat and nice to look it. but it sure looks lived in! ]

[ WITH AFFECTION, WINN ]

Okay! Well, bedroom tour is over.

You know, Hank wants to learn how to make lab softserve.

Try to, anyway.

And it's your fault, you brought it up in the first place. [you're in on this too, Kara]

Does lab softserve mean ice cream? Because I want it to mean ice cream. I want it a lot. I want it in chocolate too. [Heading back out.]

Yeah -- what she said --

[ his attempts not to get too excited may result in hanging back to bounce a little behind everyone's back as he follows them out. please don't look behind. ]

Any ideas on the how?

[ it's a compromise from the 'want some help' he's itching to say but keeping back out of loyalty to kitty ]

We haven't started the process, but I'll make sure we call you to be official taste testers.

What do you think, Hank?

I'm alright with more official taste testers if you are.

[ice cream is serious business]

As for the how - uh. That's still a work in process. I was going to see if the library may have had a recipe for it, first. [the most important research]

[Winn, that is incredibly sweet but ice cream is CLEARLY more important than possible evil geneticists.] Can you put protein gel in and get Rocky Road out? That's the important part. Like ice cream alchemy.

[ see, they really need those super-bracket-reading powers. ]

We'll be super official.

[ he'll make badges and everything! nodding seriously. ]

If you manage to whip out rocky road out of what we're dealing with here you'll be king of the fleet.

I don't get the whole nuts in ice cream thing. But marshmallows I can get behind.

Should I add marshmallows to the list of things we should try to make?

[because he figures nuts are at least something they can find somewhere]

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