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[ladybro]

Who: kate bishop + you!!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: blameless
When: today
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[ every joint pops when kate bishop wakes up. for the first half hour, all she does is stay in her bunk and stare at the ceiling. what the futz just happened? she wrestles with the ringing ache in her head -- trying to pinpoint the last thing she remembers. was it winn's birthday party? was it venice beach? was it both? with a groan, she at long last sits up. gropes for her communications device.

and realizes just how long she's been out. futz and futz and futz again. ]

Hey, fleet. [ she sounds groggy. and (to those who know her) more than a little under the weather. her dark hair is piled up in a messy bun. she looks...tired. ] Ever have a week-long hangover before? Because what a shitty ability that would be. I've been out since New Year's. What'd I miss?

[ kate doesn't even change out of her pjs. she rolls into the blameless's kitchen and begins to rattle around the cupboards. she wants water -- actually, she wants coffee. but she doesn't have the patience even for the stove-top espresso maker. the feed catches all of it: her expression of dismay as she adjusts back to what a space-kitchen has to offer; her disgruntled yawn; the moment when she collects herself before sitting down and addressing the feed once again. ]

One more thing, actually. What do you do when you feel like you know too much?

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[beathach]

Got it.

[he signs off the feed and makes a detour to do just that, and soon enough he's stepping off the shuttle and back onto the Blameless. He heads for the kitchen, knowing Kate would be there]

Coffee delivery.

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[ladybro]

My hero.

[ kate looks up when hank enters the kitchen. she pushes her comms device aside and gladly reaches for the coffee instead. she's still in her pajamas -- flannel shorts and a standard issue tank top. ]

We really gotta upgrade the kitchen, you know. Get ourselves a real machine.

[beathach]

[he quirks a smile and offers over the coffee, then slides into a chair nearby. He glances around the kitchen with a sigh]

We really should. Better coffee and better tea.

[ladybro]

The little handy-dandy stove-top pot I picked up a few stops ago only gets us so far, y'know? It definitely doesn't make enough. [ a sigh. she breathes in the scent of her coffee and leans backwards. ] Thanks, Hank.

[beathach]

Maybe we should work on upgrading and getting Cisco to make us a better machine. I'm pretty sure just the three of us consume enough caffeine to warrant it. [he can't speak for the others, but. He shrugs a shoulder and smiles] You're welcome. How are you feeling?

[ladybro]

Lost? [ she tests the word out. ] Yeah. I'm feeling a little lost. A lot of crap happened, back home -- maybe not ten years of it. But.

[ she huffs. it's weird, really. beast was just about knee-deep in the whole ulysses conflict. just not this beast. funny to think about, really. ]

But enough.

[beathach]

I've found that even just a few hours is enough to throw someone off.

[because he's had those - years ago, when he lost all of his memories and got them back one by one. Even a few minutes could cause problems, if the memory was significant enough]

Do you want to talk about it?

[ladybro]

Depends. You sure you wanna hear about it?

[ it's not necessarily unpleasant -- at least, not the most unpleasant. but it was certainly complicated. ]

[beathach]

I wouldn't have come all this way with decent coffee if I wasn't sure.

[that's a lie; he would have come all the way back with coffee no matter what, but if she wants to talk, he'll listen. She'd do the same for him]

[ladybro]

[ a firm nod. okay so we're doing this. at least hank's got a decent inroad to all of this insanity. after all... ]

So. Mutants, right? Imagine a mutant with the ability to predict the future. Hell, I doubt you have to imagine that possibility. [ a huff. ] But try imagining what would happen if one group of people wanted to use that mutant to police the future.

[ except swap 'mutant' with 'inhuman'. ]

[beathach]

[oh . . . oh of course it's mutants. And of course it has to do with messing with the future. Boy, is he making a face]

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can picture it perfectly.

[ladybro]

[ ulysses isn't a mutant at all, of course, but she's just tailoring it to what he knows -- though when it comes down to it, the difference in this instance is negligible. powered people is really all anyone needs to know.

kate nods. ] Man, everyone's still reeling from the last time everyone fought everyone else. Years ago. It's never pretty.

[beathach]

[his eyebrows furrow]

It doesn't sound pretty, but - why was everyone fighting everyone else?

[ladybro]

Some folks wanted to use the guy. Use his 'visions' -- prosecute according to them. The rest of us didn't want to see things go down like that.

[beathach]

Ah. That . . . doesn't sound pretty at all. Geez.

[ladybro]

Suddenly, protecting a colleague from being taken in on suspicion of something they were going to do constituted aiding and abetting. Resisting arrest. All kinds of nastiness.

[beathach]

That seems . . . unfair. I mean - I can see why, but it still doesn't seem all that fair to the person.

[ladybro]

The needs of the many, yadda yadda. [ a wave of her hand. ] It's an argument for the greater good. But it's no surprise it doesn't seem fair to you or to me.

[ kate frowns into her coffee. ] We took the same side. Me and you. Other-you.

[ ish. it's tricky because she doesn't know precisely what beast was doing with the inhumans in the first place. was his presence diplomatic, maybe? the mutants and the inhumands haven't been getting along, lately... ]

[beathach]

We did? [it isn't surprising, if that's how he feels now, he figures an older him would feel the same, more or less, but . . . he honestly doesn't give other versions of himself much thought. Thanks, Dark Beast]

inhumans* wow.

[ladybro]

We absolutely did. At least -- I'm assuming we did. I don't think I saw you throw any punches but -- you were hanging out with the group that was trying to keep the precog out of SHEILD's hands.

i didn't even notice haha

[beathach]

Ah. Well . . . I'm glad to hear that, at least. Ah - that other me and you were on the same side, I mean.

Were you able to keep the precog safe? Or - out of SHIELD's hands?

[. . . wasn't there a new guy asking about something to do with shields . . . ?]

[ladybro]

Yes, actually. [ though she can't speak to what happened to ulysses exactly. he disappeared or he ascended or he evolved. kate doesn't know. it's so far above her understanding. ] But the damage was already done.

[beathach]

Of course it was. [that's how it always goes, isn't it? He purses his lips a little] I'm sorry.

[ladybro]

Don't be. [ a wave of her hand. ] Or do be. But not for me. I got off light -- compared to some.

[beathach]

I'll be sorry for the whole situation in general, then.