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Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

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It's totally weird.

[He completely agrees with the weirdness.]

But I guess I'm glad they're not cookless in my absence.

No, I think there's two of us, maybe... I thought I saw someone else looking vaguely confident in here at one stage...

Though I guess I do miss the kitchen, actually. We haven't upgraded the one on the Blameless at all. Not yet.

So this is an upgraded one? Cool. Well, if you want to come over and play with this one, you're welcome as far as I'm concerned.

Only if you promise to let me take some of my leftovers back for the rest of the Blameless.

Take all you want! It's your cooking... bring over ingredients and take what you make back. I mean, I'm the cook, but I don't actually need to eat at all. Not sure about my crew mates.

A cook who doesn't eat? [ ... ] Way to bury the lead, Apollo.

I didn't say I don't eat. I said I don't need to eat.

I do eat. Frequently, actually.

So if you don't need to eat, [ she takes the correction on board with grace and a smile. ] What do you need?

Sunlight. If not regularly, a large amount when I can.

[ DOT DOT DOT ]

You're not a Kryptonian, are you? [ she's learned about those here. ]

No.

I just learned about them! I'm surprisingly similar in some ways and very different in others.

Huh, well -- do you mind if I ask...have you always absorbed sunlight? Or is that a later-in-life development?

[ by her easy acceptance and this particular thread of questioning, one might assume the whole 'superpowers' thing is old hat to her. ]

That's... more complicated than you'd think. I was someone before I was made into Apollo, but I don't remember anything about him. So, yes, it's later in life, I was a bio-engineered post-human designed to be the most powerful post-human existing. But I've been like this as long as I can and care to remember.

[And it rings with truth. Apollo isn't interested in his life before his rebirth.]

Apollo and the Midnighter. Most powerful post-human... and the most dangerous. Fuck, we were a hell of a pair...

Actually, I think I'm following what you're saying. [ the words are a little different, but the premises are not strange to her. ] But when you say pair...

What can the Midnighter do?

[Apollo's mind definitely doesn't go to super power first and he briefly gets a very fond look on his face and a slight blush on his cheeks.

Then he remembers he hates him and Midnighter is a bastard who deserves a laser in the butt. Fine, fine butt.

He clears his throat.]

He's a living tactical processor. He can look at someone, assess them completely as far as fighting, strengths, weaknesses, run every possible way the fight could go and and work out the most efficient one in a slow eye blink. He's enhanced physically, but he's a combat master above all.

Sounds familiar. [ a little like taskmaster, but with an efficiency twist. kate herself has been called, offhandedly, 'taskmistress' for her own ability to simply watch someone's fighting style and pick it up within moments -- but that's all within the narrow wheelhouse of having no super-powers to back that kind of skill up. ]

Just -- skills like that, I mean. They sound familiar. But I figure if someone like that was operating back where I come from, I'd have heard about it. Both you and this Midnighter. Hm.

Trust me, you'd know us.

Wedding covered by international magazines.

[He shrugs dismissively.]

[ ha! so like a sue and reed richards type thing, got it. lends a whole new meaning to the word power couple. ]

Oh, jeez. Congratulations! Yeah, definitely a different worlds sort of situation. But it was worth asking -- there are more powered people every day, and it's hard to keep track of them all.

... congratulations?

...You said -- wedding. I just figured -- sorry, does that mean something different where you come from?

[ she freezes, like a a tourist wondering if she's gone and, like, touched the wrong statue at a foreign musuem. it's possible this guy comes from a world where a 'wedding' isn't something worth congratulating. ]

Oh! Right, no, it was..

[He has to pause, because it's been eleven months and it still hurts, fuck you so much Midnighter.]

It was years ago. He, um, he left. The team. Jenny and me. Everything. Walked out of our lives nearly a year ago and I haven't seen him since.

[ well, shit. you've well and truly stepped in it now, kate-tastropy. ]

Oh my God. I'm sorry. What a dick move. [ hard to say whether she's talking about her own lapse in sensitivity, or in the midnighter's. ]

[He gives a sharp back of laughter.]

Yeah, dick move. We've been together since the first night we were out of program, just us in a big, mean world. Through hell and back, marriage, adopting Jenny...

Fucking bastard.

[He looks up at the ceiling. It's not anger, not really. It's mostly hurt still. He did angry for a while, but he can't really hold onto it.]

And don't you dare apologise. You weren't to know.