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[patheticvillain]

[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]

A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]

Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]

Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.

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[patheticvillain]

[Eggsy's just left - this is the busiest Cassel's seen the gym in a while. He wonders if Kon would be proud of him, getting all this set up, and thinks he probably would be, that he's doing something good here. Even if T'Pol does kind of creep him out.]

[He greets her with a raised eyebrow and a shrug.]

That was fast. Are you that bored?

[maytakecenturies]

Yes.

[She doesn't see the logic in denying it, except that she should be better at finding ways to - not distract herself. Apply herself. Better ways to make herself useful.]

I trust there's at least upkeep to be done here.

[patheticvillain]

[He nods.]

Daily. It's not really rocket science, so, you know. I hope we can all keep up with you.

[This a little sarcastic, because so far he doesn't love her attitude, but hey. He could be meaner.]

[maytakecenturies]

[The desire to be snide in return is present immediately. She swallows it instead.]

I'm not very experienced in rocket science. I'll be happy to follow your lead.

[patheticvillain]

Oh, you're not? News to me.

[Still, he relents a little bit, waving his hand at her to show her the office.]

We've just got the one lockbox, but there's not really anything important in it. I'll give you the key if you pinky-promise not to take over the Barge.

[maytakecenturies]

[She has absolutely no idea what a pinky promise is. She gives him a long, blank stare.]

From the gym?

[Is it hiding a secret path to the bridge, or.........]

[patheticvillain]

[He grins, laughs, stuffs his hands in his pockets.]

Yeah. From the gym. We have all kinds of secrets here, you'll learn quick.

[maytakecenturies]

[This was a mistake, he is much too emotional.]

Should I begin with learning to clean the weights?

[patheticvillain]

Yeah, you . . . wipe them down with a rag and some solution.

I can show you where the solution is? [Seriously T it isn't hard.]

[maytakecenturies]

[That is what the secret sarcasm is for! She lets out a breath that might just be a sigh.]

I think I can manage. When should I report?

[patheticvillain]

How do you feel about night shift?

[maytakecenturies]

I work the dinner shift. I can come here after.

[patheticvillain]

Seriously? You don't mind?

[It will be so awesome if he doesn't have to work another night shift, man.]

[maytakecenturies]

I need less sleep than Humans. [Yes, give her the keys and........sigh okay she's bad at mutiny on the Barge, what even do, where even go, etc etc.]

I spend most of the nights awake anyway. [Usually early mornings after a few hours of sleep, but shifting that cycle ain't no thang.]

[patheticvillain]

You're awesome.

[Quick, blase, genuine anyway. He fumbles in his desk for a spare set of keys, presses them into her hands.]

Here you go. Nine o'clock?

[maytakecenturies]

[She draws back a little when he tries to put the keys in her hands. It's not that she doesn't want them, it's not as though she's unused to responsibility, but even after so many years among Humans, she's not fond of casual touch.]

Will I be working alone?

[patheticvillain]

Nope. Warden supervisor. You know Eggsy?

[If she doesn't take the keys from his hand, he'll drop them from a height, hoping she catches the damn things. Not his problem if she doesn't want to touch. Ordinarily he'd be more concerned, but today? No way.]

[maytakecenturies]

[That's okay; she's not out for concern. She wouldn't trust it even if he offered it. She plucks the key from his hand, holds it up between them.]

No. Why give me a key at all, if he'll have to be present?

[patheticvillain]

Because I want to.

[He shrugs. He's okay with being a tyrant today.]

Plus what if he has to pee and you need to get to something?

[maytakecenturies]

[congrats Cassel, finally something she finds familiar. Sort of. She curls her fingers around the key.]

Then I would wait. [Downside of being, effectively, a second class citizen: you get used to waiting on people who consider themselves your betters.]

[patheticvillain]

What if it's a really long pee?

[maytakecenturies]

[is this real

is she being punk'd

he is getting the steadiest stare, because what the hell. this is why they don't let kids into Starfleet. Unless they're...murderous little shits, I guess....]

[patheticvillain]

[he just

stares back

intensely

smiling c8]

[maytakecenturies]

[IS THIS A TEST

IT'S A TEST ISN'T IT

what has she signed up for, steve wake up and save her]

I would wait until he returned. [what the fuck has her life turned into]

this is my favorite thread of all time

[patheticvillain]

Well. Now you don't have to. Because you have a key!