may mingle (blameless!)

[revivo]

Who: Blameless crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Blameless
When: May

[time to get your mingle on, people lacking blame and friends!]

Comments

[benames]

I heard the question mark there, Hank. Hold this -

[ he throws a screw at his direction before grabbing another ]

Everything falls into Caitlin's expertise, she's the best bio-engineer out there. I don't think I've met a Charlie yet.

[ since there's no way the guy's name is Charles ]

[beathach]

[he laughs and catches the screw] I know better than to interfere with an angry woman.

She's a bio-engineer? Geez, I keep hearing about all these impressive scientists in fields that - aren't really popular in my time. I'm jealous.

[and - this laugh is a little choked on, oh goodness]

If you ever meet him, please call him that. But his name is Charles Xavier. He's on the Heron.

[benames]

You'd like Caitlin, she's our kind of a nerd. Workaholic, curious, definitely brilliant and she's the funniest drunk in the world.

[ firm nod ]

never tell I said that if she does come here.

[beathach]

Tell her what? That you told me she's brilliant?

[he knows better than to drop those kind of comments Cisco, pls]

[benames]

You're a good man.

[ hand to his heart ]

ok. I think I'm done.

[ lifting the microwave ]

it's definitely not going to explode on us again.

[beathach]

. . . are you certain about that?

[he has to ask, because if it explodes it'll likely be on someone who will get mad]

[benames]

102% certain and these odds don't happen very often with me. I mean, usually I'm just about - 86% sure? a healthy 90%? pass the wheat thingies and the peanut butter gel -

[ opening the microwave! ]

[beathach]

As long as they're above 80%. [that's the lowest he'll go when it comes to odds. He grabs th food as asked and passes it over]

[benames]

[ he puts it in and turns it on. ]

ha - it's working. I knew it could take this amount of energy.

[ 40 seconds later he pulls out something that does have the smell and look of a toast and bites into it ]

ok - it's not perfect since the gel is not exactly peanut butter but this stuff is legit. want half of mine?

[beathach]

How much did you increase it?

[because of course he's going to ask the nerd questions. He eyes what comes out of the microwave for a long moment before he huffs a little, good-natured] I won't say no to food, sure.

[benames]

at first? 120% - I know.

[ nuts but hear him out ]

It's space tech though so I thought it might take it - this is a healthy 64%.

[beathach]

[oh my god Cisco. Hank just looks . . . pained. And sympathetic. Because if he were capable he'd probably do the same damn thing]

Space tech isn't as robust as it seems. Good to know.

[benames]

Definitely has its flaws.

[ which could be disappointing and in some ways, it is but it also isn't because ]

which means, when we find the important flaws, we might be able to fight back against the alien jackasses who brought us here.

[beathach]

I'm all about finding flaws in their tech for that very reason. [because he too wants to go home, even if nearly all the people who he'd want to go home to were already here]

[benames]

So one day we'll use it against them and they won't see us coming. We'll - they'll probably see us coming since the reality show but they won't be able to stop us. take that, aliens, you're going down!

[ cisco stop talking at the audience ]

[beathach]

Are - you talking to the audience?

[Cisco no don't draw their attention like that, even if they already have it]

[benames]

I do that a lot. Usually I yell at them. I mean, it's not like they mind being told they're the lowest form of life in the universe and royal fuckers.

[ firm nod ]

[beathach]

I feel like insulting them is a bad idea. Out loud, anyway.

[he certainly has a few choice words for them, but he keeps them to himself]

[benames]

they kidnapped me and left me here on a spaceship that I can't even fly and with no pizza.

[ lineface ]

they'll deal.

[beathach]

Maybe if you insult them enough they'll send pizza.

[benames]

Hey - it'll get me to shut up.

[ wiggling eyebrows and then, in a louder voice: ]

with pineapple and black olives!

[beathach]

[he can't help laughing]

What, no ham?

[benames]

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And ham!

[beathach]

Nicely done.