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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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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.

[ kate can't even imagine that depth of pain. no doubt, she'd been straight up pissed with noh-varr left her, mid-fight, for his wacko gimp-mask ex-girlfriend...but that was kid stuff. that was a summer-long relationship with a few dimension hops in between. he'd been an asshole, and she'd moved on.

she can't quite wrap her head around the terrible ache that must come with building a life with someone, adopting a kid, and just...watching that get pulled down in front of your eyes. hell, not even her own father was that much of a -- as apollo put it -- fucking bastard. ]

I don't even know the guy. Hell, I barely know you. But if he shows up? I am kicking his ass. Scary dangerous powers or no. The guy needs to take a few lumps.

[ and thus, kate has insta-bonded. ]

[It was Apollo's entire life. Both their entire lives, the first sparks of something when their eyes met across the training hall on occasion, born in the fire of the slaughter of their team and tempered over years of living, arguing, fucking, fighting and shaping their lives from the ground up with the understanding 'you will always be part of me'.

Apollo wrinkles his nose, an odd habit he picked up when he doesn't want to show whatever he's feeling and then shifts slightly.]

I really want to give you a hug for that. I'm a huggy guy. Can I hug you?

You can hug me. I'm okay with hugs. I'm pro-hug.

[ -- she exhales, and grabs her jacket. why a jacket? who knows, it's not like the weather changes much from ship to ship. but it's an old habit. a ritual, before one steps out the door. ] Look, I said I'd stop by. So I'm stopping by. I'll be aboard the Bishop ASAP.

Well, some-

Oh. Okay. Cool.

[He flashes her a bright grin. He likes company. And hugs.]

[ and it doesn't take her long to make good on her threat-promise. kate's shuttle docks at the bishop within the half hour, and she disembarks with a gentle leap onto the bay floor. she doesn't look all that space-hardy, choosing instead to look as casual as casual can be. denim shorts and an oversized button-down shirt. her hair is loosely bunned, and she looks more likely to be found walking downtown than in a spaceship.

she doesn't wait to be met, choosing instead to go straight for the kitchen. ]