Do Not Feed After Midnight

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Who: Pidge and ALL OF YOU
Broadcast: Accidentally YES
Action: Yesssss
When: Right Now!

[Video Broadcast]
[The feed is shaky. For a split second this might be concerning, but then there are some snorting giggles while the image comes into focus and reveals... a whiteboard. It's covered in scribbles and notes and papers and magnets and string, and most of the handwriting is fairly neat. If your attention stays on that neater handwriting, you might realize that the things on the board are trying to piece clues together. If you know him, you might even recognize this as being the board in Keith's room on the Huntress.

That's not why the feed is on, though.

Written into the margins of every bit of space not occupied by this apparent search are questions, written in large, bold, black letters that at times go over what was already written. And these questions are not... particularly scholarly. They're mostly things like--

"Do aliens have sex?" "What is Hunk's headband hiding?" "Lance doesn't actually know spanish, Change My Mind" "Who cut Shiro's hair anyway?" "Shut up Lance let me write my Shhit" "Aliens = Birds?" "why does Coran moustAche"]

Okay, look! [Pidge is not at all trying to hold back any laughter. In fact, Pidge seems pretty damn pleased with the scrawled, awful musings that have been left there. Though it does kind of sound like she's not quite talking to the community over the comm. It sounds like Pidge is talking to someone in the same room as her.] Someone's gotta ask the hard questions and I'm the brain here so it's gonna be me, duhhhhh.

[Tap. Tap. It sounds like Pidge is hitting the side of her comm. Because obviously she's just trying to take a picture of her own brilliance.] Nnnthefuck, why's it not working...

[Action: the Huntress]
[So it turns out that Lance gave Pidge some Drinks and then brought her back to his shared room to make sure she didn't trip all over herself while returning to the Bishop...]

Comments

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[A squint.

And then a point of a finger.

An accusatory point.]

You're mean when you're drunk.

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[ A pointed eyebrow. ]

And yet I'm coherent.

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[Pidge blows a raspberry and waves a hand.]

You're totally not.

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Says the six-year old.

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Teeeeeeen. Sixteeeeeen.

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I'll believe that when I see it.

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[This is the part where Pidge just looks really confused.

And then just spreads her hands in a "but I'm right here" kind of gesture.]

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You could be an unnaturally tall six year old.

A bit stunted, but still.

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M'just short.

So how do you prove you're sixteen?

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Are you not the genius?

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Peoples aren't my- my, uh- [Pidge raises a finger and twirls it in the air for a moment while searching for the right word.] My forte.

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[ Dryly. ]

I'm shocked.

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[Her annoyance is momentarily forgotten so she can flash an amused grin.]

I know, right?!

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At least you know something.

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I know lots of things.

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According to the board, no you do not.

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[Pidge raises a single finger in the air because it's Making A Point time.]

True geniuses are able to acknowledge that- (hic) -that they can't know everything.

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Or anything, for that matter.

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[Pidge pulls a face at that.]

'Kay fine then, what do you know.

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All known sciences, magic and dimensional travel.

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You can't know all sciences.

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I was around when your species still used mud to build huts. What you know as science is paltry.

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Do you know-- Do you know 'bout-- about the, uh...

[She squints off into the distance, not at camera, but only for a moment.]

Quantum chromodynamics! [She nearly shouts the words out, triumphant, before lowering her voice again.] Quantum. Chromo. Dynamics.

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I assume it has to deal with hadrons from the use of "chromo" and "quantum". Though I don't know how your people call them.

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[Blink.


Blink blink.]

Huh.

[And now though she be drunk, she be excited.]

So if I showed you Olkarion tech would you be able to confirm whether or not they're using the principles of particle physics to communicate with both organic and inorganic material because I've got a theory that that's how it works and it's weird because I can do it but I guess I never really tried to put the thought into words and I've been trying to figure out how to translate it to layman's terms for like Hunk and the others because they don't get it but if someone could just confirm that it's all quantum mechanics then that'd be super helpful-