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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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When you get the chance, you should. Lovely woman, and a damn good doctor too.

I've talked to quite a few people from past Earths. Some sound similar to what I've read in history books. And others... well, others are like yours and Kitty's. Something else entirely. But I like to think they're just all different possibilities. Who knows? Maybe one of yours will end up turning out a little like my own.

_{[ He poked his head up. ]}

I was trying to see what sorts of ingredients you had to work with.

I've spent a lot of time hopping parallel universes, to be honest. The Carrier, our ship, she can fly through space, but she refuses to. However, she has no problems with wandering across realities, so long as we let her go back to our world when she wants.

Do you use baby universes in forcefields as power supplies?

_{[ You see this look he is giving you, Apollo? That's look of -
seriously? That's your normal? Well all right then. ]}

Ah, no, no they don't. They use nuclear reactor cores.

_{[ Of which he had a very intimate knowledge of that made his skin
prickle to think about it. ]}

And we can't go between realities. I only know of them because of... of an accident.

_{[ He licked his lips and swallowed, remembering said accident. Two
years, almost three, on and still that sight haunted him. ]}

Yeah, we're not big on nuclear technology. Carrier has a baby universe and there's been some work towards trying to replicate the technology, harness stars as a power source inside forcefields.

[He looks at Jim for a long moment.]

That bad, huh?

It's the only reliable source we have for powering the ships without need constant refuels, not to mention being able to create the energy required for sustained warp speeds. The technology has come a long way than what I think you know it as.

_{[ He nodded quietly, eyes dark for a moment. ]}

We lost a planet, a lot of lives.

Angie was working on anti-matter engine, but I have absolutely no idea what that involves or how it works.

[Apollo is quiet, watching.]

I'm sorry. You saw it, didn't you?

_{[ His grip tightens on the door of the fridge, just enough to lighten
his knuckles. ]}

I tried to stop it. I - we - failed. Thankfully we stopped him from taking out Earth too. But it was a close thing.

[Apollo steps up behind him, a warm presence, and reaches to uncurl his hand form the fridge door.]

It wasn't your fault.

_{[ He takes a breath, letting Apollo uncurl his hand, squeezing his in
quiet thanks. He lets out a rough laugh, turning his head to look back up
at him. ]}

Sorry. I came to show you how to cook and here I am, telling you a sad story.

[Apollo watches, not smiling for once, just calm and attentive.]

I don't mind. We all have darkness in our lives, sometimes we need to share it. Air it out.

_{[ He wasn't used to talking about it. Especially not with someone he
had just met at a ball. But... Apollo felt like he had seen some things. A
lot of things. Maybe that was why he felt he could speak to him of it.
]}

In my head, I know it's not my fault. It's Nero's - him and his petty vengeance. But it doesn't stop you from wondering, you know? What would have happened if we had just done a little better, gotten there a little faster.

_{[ A shrug, pulling back and slightly changing topics out of habit.
]}

His appearance is what made the time-lines diverge between myself and Beverly. It's strange - she's from my future, on an Enterprise of her own, but the events she knows and the ones I do are very different in some places.

[Apollo's... seen a few things. Done a few things. Wondered 'what if' when people died because a fight went poorly.]

Yeah. You put the blame where it lies. On the people who do shitty things and those that help them to do that shit.

I get the what ifs. Never had it on a planet wide scale, but I think everyone who has known some kind of tragedy has wondered 'what if'. You just get a bigger dose of it.

[Alternate time lines. He knows only a bit about them. Been to a few, remembers Pluto and Daybreaker, or the world where he was a woman called Eos with a cleavage that seriously didn't quit.]

So the divergence was fairly recent, comparatively. I haven't been to one of those, though apparently StormWatch witnessed as very close parallel where the main difference was apparently a friend of mine, Jack, had all his augments removed and became the Weatherman.

_{[ Here comes the interesting part - for Kirk at least. ]}

The divergence happened when Nero accidentally got dropped backwards in time. He came out, essentially, right on top of my father's ship - and destroyed it. My father died in the encounter, and I was born during it. So for me, it's quite a personal break from what little I know of my other self.

Vulcan being destroyed is the biggest divergence though, and what all those lost lives might have accomplished.

Wow.

[That's pretty heavy there. He has no parents to care about, but he knows how he feels about Jenny being without him. Being without Midnighter.]

I'm sorry. That bites. Do you want a hug?

_{[ He glanced at him up and down and chuckled. ]}

You can hug me any time you want, Apollo.

_{[ Flirtation was easier than facing his own issues or feeling said
issues. At least they weren't getting into his mother basically abandoning
him and his brother too. ]}

[Apollo didn't quite go for flirty and instead gave Jim a tight, firm hug.]

_{[ That's okay. At this point the flirtation is more a shield than
anything else, an old habit to fall back on and find a comfortable spot in.
The hug takes him by surprise despite his invitation of it. He lets out a
snort against Apollo's arm, wrapping his own around him in turn and giving
a squeeze. He stands there for a heart beat before pulling back and
returning to his regard of the fridge. ]}

Right, after that I better show you how to make something. My speciality is pancakes for the record.

[Apollo lets Jim go again with no fuss about it, just listening and then nodding.

And then sitting himself up in the air as though he had hopped up onto the counter to sit on it.]

Right then, guess you better show me how you make pancakes.

_{[ He gives that sitting on air thing a brief look, but he chalked it up to the many powers Apollo had that he couldn't really comprehend and let it go. ]}

Well then, class is in session. The simplest recipes are the best, in my opinion.

[Best not to ask. Apollo can't explain how he works. He doesn't know.]

Usually, yeah. But the easiest to taste if you've fucked up.

_{[ Fair enough. So long as it works, right? ]}

Heh, that's true, but luckily pancakes are easy to slap flavor bandaids on - strawberries and other fruits, things like that. But if you ask me, buttermilk is the best.

That is SO true. It's like sandwiches and toast. You can just... cover it up.

All right, show me your buttermilk or whatever substitute we can make with what we have.

Like I said, they're thankfully pretty easy, so even if you have to improvise, it's not to hard.

_{[ He bends back to the fridge to continue rifling, putting out eggs
and such before going to the cupboards to pull down other baking
implements. ]}

Can you get me out a pan and a spatula?

[Apollo gets out the pan, spatula and gets a bowl for mixing things in.]

_{[ He nods his thanks and takes Apollo through the steps to make the
pancake batter using what is at hand. There's a few substitutes, but he
knows they work well enough. It's calming, going through his motion,
remembering his youth and making these for himself on weekend mornings - a
treat. ]}

And now you just pour and get each side nice and golden-brown - then eat!