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[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

12 - 1700 hours - Crew Work. Check.
17 - 1800 hours - Visit Leels in the hoosegow. Check.
18-2000 hours - personal projects. In progress.

Over in the Engineering department, Allen is putting the finishing touches on a small, nondescript device. It's sleek, black, has a lense, and when he engages it, it floats, then zips over his shoulder and down Stacy's halls.

"Control, f, my wife," he murmurs as he saunters after it. He turns off as the device zips on its way and comes to a stop in the Media Lab, where he flops down to wait, either for updates, or tentacles.

In the meantime, he puts on Casablanca. For the fourth time this month.

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[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing ducks as the small, nondescript device zooms at his face, resisting the urge to swat at it. His optic twitches in irritation-but strangely, he hasn't had much of that lately.
"Mein gott, am I adjusting?" he grumbled to himself. "Surely not." The prospect of that horrified a small part of him.
He wandered in on Allen watching Casablanca and raised an optic ridge. "Is zhat vhat humans watch zhese days?" he asked.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Actually, it's what humans were watching in 1942, but by my time it's considered a classic."

Allen waves the robot over. The rest of the couch is free.

"Stacy's library is a little limited, as far as human cinema goes. It's the classics or nothing."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing accepts the offer and sits back to watch.
"It is interesting, at least," he remarks, raising an optic ridge.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"If you like war-dramas with a side of unresolved sexual tension, which more than a couple people do."

It was also the plot of Barbarella!

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so," Blitzwing said, still watching the movie. "The var part is vhat interests me ze most, zhough."

Barbarella? What's that? He's never heard of it.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Then you need a movie not Casablanca. Maybe Thin Red Line. Or The Bridge on the River Kwai."

And he never will!

Okay, maybe he will. You know, from somebody else. I just couldn't not say it.

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

Pirogoeth is always in the library, it seems. The sensoriums she usually only went for practice. Otherwise, it was the library or some wandering.

Though she did recognize the person she saw today. "Allen?" She said, approaching him.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

He mentally matched up a name with the face. "Pirogoeth. I still owe you a jam session." He shrugs towards the screen. "Up for a little Bogart first?"

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

"Bogart?" Pirogoeth said questioningly, looking at the screen.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

He points to the screen. "That guy. Famous classic Earth actor."

He leans back, tucking his hands behind his head. "We can finish it if you're interested, but frankly, I've seen this thing four times in thirty days and I'd much rather go make some music if you're up for it."

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

Pirogoeth studied the screen. She'd gotten used to 'movies' over her course on the ship, at least.

"I have not witnessed enough to be interested beyond the fact it is another moving picture. Music is fine."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

He stands, a quick, fluid motion, and bounces once on the balls of his feet. Just to show he's excited.

"Sensoriums it is. What do you play again?"

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

"I am aware how many 'classical' as Earth identifies them may be played, but the one I can play the best is the violin," Pirogoeth answered as she headed for the sensorium, maybe just a hint of a smile at his excitement.

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

Sitting quietly in one of the corners of the Media Library is a remarkably mechanically and technologically inclined nineteen-year old who is busy tinkering away at something. He has an intent expression on his face he goes about constructing an oddly-shaped device. What it is, could be anyone's guess. Why he was working on it here instead of down in the special weapons lab was another good question. But, whatever it is, he is definitely concentrating hard on it. Or at least he was trying to.

The moment the noise-level in the Media Library goes from clunkity-clank to sappy, squishy and kissy, Cale frowned and cast an annoyed look at the person responsible for it.

"Do you really have to watch that again?" he asked.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Did you go and visit Leels yet? She's bored as shit, yanno."

If you're going to nag, he's going to nag right back!

"Only so many times a girl can count bricks."

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

"Not that it's any of your business but yes," Cale answered, glancing over at Allen for a moment before turning his eyes back on the panel to one of the library 'computers'. He was looking for some kind of port, a way to connect the thing he'd constructed to the computer.

"I told her I'd bust her out but she threatened to beat me up if I did..."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, actually it is my business. Not what went on during said visit, just that it occurred."

There's no animosity in his voice, more reinforcement of a simple fact - if Cale's going to be in Leela's life, he's going to have to put up with Allen being in it as well.

He laughs at the thought of Leela, sticking to her prison the way she sticks to her reason for being there. "You have to give her credit, girl might not always be able to do the crime, but she'll fuckin' do her time, if the reason's good enough."

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

"You think she had a good reason?" Cale inquired, looking up from the console and staring directly at Allen. There was a hint of accusation in his voice.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Issues of morality are not my area of study," he says, his response quick, but not too quick, intonation light. "I'm staying out of this debate. By 'Good enough,' I meant 'Good enough by her reasoning.' Leels has guns and she sticks by them."

He smiles again. He did miss her.

[morphitudinous]

"And that's how communications technology will evolve by Earth's 23rd century CE, assuming the set of variables that I've just described holds." Omnicomm at the ready, Billy is explaining the more interesting and relevant bits of his recent research to a dark-haired teen standing at his side. In a pause between thoughts, Billy happens to notice his partner Allen seated nearby. What excellent timing!

"Oh, Allen! I've been meaning to find you for a while. Is this...oh, Casablanca? That's an intriguing film choice." He's not teasing about it, just inquisitive.

Turning his attention back to Adam, Billy tries to gauge the other teen's reaction to the awkward situation. A more socially well-versed friend might have launched straight into introductions, but that part of Billy's mind still requires a few moments to catch up. Adam, Allen, he apologizes. He'll be with you in a moment.

[imma-frog.livejournal.com]

He wanted to flail. Or maybe hide behind Billy.

Or maybe even both.

Adam blushed a little, as they stopped and addressed yet another man he didn't know. But then there was the mention of Casablanca. "...I haven't seen that movie in ages," He said.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"I've seen it four times this month. Who's your pal, Billy?"

He already knows, but canon-puncturing - it's rude.

[morphitudinous]

That response draws an eyebrow-raise. "If it's that well-made of a movie, I may have to set aside some time to view it."

Right-o, on to introduction time! From what Billy can remember from the etiquette manual he'd devoured as a child, it was proper to include an interesting fact about each person during introductions. "Allen, this is my classmate and good friend Adam Park. We originate from the same location. He's an excellent martial arts instructor."

Flashing what he hoped was an encouraging smile, Billy turned to his old friend. "Adam, this is my Engineering partner and the principal of the education program, Allen Gentry. In addition to his engineering-related skills, he's also a musician and instructor of the Music class."

Nope, there's no clumsily-dropped hints to be found here!

[imma-frog.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's a great movie," Adam said to Billy and then turned to Allen and nodded his head. "Good to meet you."

And then, he heard Billy list what what Allen does. He remembered, a bit vaguely, about someone doing an educational thing around here. He didn't know it was from Allen though! "What music do you play?"

...that wasn't what he had wanted to ask originally.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Guitar, mostly kickass face-melting riffs of awesome." And some classical, to stay in practice. "Good to meet you, too, Adam. We should jam sometime."

As for the movie - he moves over on the couch so Billy can join him if he wants. "You could say I'm considering multiple interpretations, but also Stacy's movie library is kind of limited."

His inner child glees. Now he's friends with one of the Black Rangers too. There are not numbers or words for this kind of awesome.