nomoneystillproblems | call me maybe

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

i'll get someone to build me new metal ones, those seem to be en vogue on the ship right now

[STARES AT BUCKY AND ED FOR STARTERS]

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Hange.

Go to the toilet.

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

You think? I can definitely see some of the merits with metal hands. Like punching through walls.

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

And all right, all right. But hey, you got one of those balls right?

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

I can already do that but it would hurt a lot less with metal hands, I imagine.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Sure do. You sick? I'll come find you, where are you at?

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

Now you're just showing off.

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

And I'm between Medical and the Observation Deck. Everyone seems in higher spirits now so I figured a well-deserve break was in order. Come and keep me company for a few minutes, will you?

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Well too be honest if I'm puncturing a wall in any way, it's always because some jerk chucked me through it.

FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org

Good god, is it ever. I'll head right over!

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

I hope you didn't have to pay for collateral damage each time.

FROM: hange.zoe@cdc.org

Don't leave me waiting too long.

[When Peter finds her Hange will be leaning back against the wall, a cloth wrapped firmly around her nose and mouth in some makeshift attempt not to spread her own sickness around whenever she possibly could. Like everyone who'd been on their feet nonstop, the bags under her eyes are nearly smudged black, but her posture will remain calm and relaxed aside from the occasional cough.

Catching sight of him through her peripheral, Hange offers him a friendly wave before pushing herself off the wall.]

So how many people have you had to show your balls to so far?

Edited 2015-01-10 15:54 (UTC)

Not many, actually. Most people covered it before I got to help anyone. [He grins broadly at the woman, though the bags under her eyes are a slight cause for concern. Maybe they'll all start sleeping now that the bugs are in remission. And the murders should technically stop.

He fishes his ball from his pocket and tosses it her way.]

Do you need a tutorial?

[As exhausted as she is, it's easy for muscle memory to kick in as she catches the ball out of reflex, peering at the peculiar object closely before tossing it right back over in Peter's direction.]

Technically not, but how about we consider this a little pop quiz?

[He catches it one handed and gives her a questioning look.] I thought I was free of school in space.

[Guess not. Peter shrugs his shoulders and completes the distance between them, already working over the ball.] It's a little finicky, but usually if you get it right about— whoa, right there.

[And indeed. Impossibly the thing balloons up. Becomes the same pod that he'd awaken in (except not exactly the same, this one's free of holes from antsy feet. God he hope that doesn't show up on a bill somewhere.] And voila. Step inside the entrance there, and it'll blow mist at you. Bam. Cured.

Edited 2015-01-21 23:18 (UTC)

[Well at least Hange's an attentive audience even when she's already well-aware of how the strange contraption is activated, watching as the ball grow and inevitably transform in a fully sized pod.]

If only such a convenience were available with other things. Like showers.

[She'll make her way into the pod at that, and it's only then that she tugs down her cloth, these extra precautions having long since been wired into her muscles even when the threat no longer remains. When the mist blows over her she'll make a point to breath in deep, doing so for several seconds before she's satisfied enough to step back out.]

call me maybe

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dammit brenda why is she so cute i hate you so much

shut up slut

you shut up granny hands

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