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[neversets]

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.]

Comments

[ladybro]

I mean, I'm not Lady Di or anything. Just -- my father owns a publishing house in New York. So it's an inherited limelight, at that.

[neversets]

Yeah, no I get what you mean. Media mogul family.

[ladybro]

All my life. So being Hawkeye is a welcome break from all that.

[neversets]

Yeah, I can get how it'd be a break. Being someone else entirely would help.

[ladybro]

Absolutely. But I guess that's a little crass of me to admit to someone who used to...be someone else.

[neversets]

What? Oh, no, seriously, go ahead. I have no issues about that. I remember nothing and fail to be worried about that.

[ladybro]

Really? No issues at all?

[ now she's just nosy again. ]

[neversets]

I said about that.

[Grin.]

Though... no, not really? I mean, I have anger about my husband leaving, but I wouldn't call it an 'issue'.

[ladybro]

I'm not certain I'd be so -- at peace with it, I guess. Wow.

[ admirable, dude. ]

[neversets]

I've never felt otherwise? I mean, it's possible that I've been wired to not worry about it, but if I have, that doesn't bother me either?

[ladybro]

[ don't mind the mild shiver. it's just -- it's all kinda hinky, isn't it? talk of being wired. ]

Think I could borrow some of that zen, sometime? [ she aims for a smile. ]

[neversets]

[Apollo might be more disturbed by it if he had the capacity for it.]

I guess... it is or isn't. I can't change it by worrying about it. I am who and what I am and frankly, I don't do too badly with it, I think.

[ladybro]

If the opportunity came up, here, would you -- try and change it?

[neversets]

No?

Why would I? I'm happy how I am. I've lived with it for as long as I remember.

[ladybro]

Curiousity, maybe. [ ... ] I'm not certain I could help myself.

[neversets]

He knew what would happen and chose it. I can accept his sacrifice without needing to know what drove it.

[ladybro]

...Have you ever run into anyone who knew him before he was you?

[neversets]

No. Doubt I will. I don't think I look the same. I probably don't act the same.