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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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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.

"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."

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

"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!

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.

"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?"

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

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."

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."

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.

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?"

"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.

"Cool. We'll go acoustic, then."

As they walk, he makes small talk. "So. Tell me about yourself. Where you from, got any kids . . .?"

"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."

"The world is Endgames," she said, then her tone of voice immediately went colder and that hint of a smile? Gone completely. "I'm of Kuith, no family."

"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..."

"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."

"Sorry to hear that." Because clearly, he's hit a nerve. "I'm fortunate enough to have married the hottest woman who ever existed in any dimension ever," because he brags like a mofo, "and last I knew, back home, before getting jacked for this whole mission shit, we were gonna have a kid."

He frowns.

"You can probably tell I'm less thrilled about the jacking given the prior circumstances."

Also not knowing (yet) if said wife is on board. And if said wife is on board, if said wife is still knocked up with said kid.

Pirogoeth was silent a moment. "I hope that you are able to return to her before the child is born then. Congratulations." The tone was less icy now, at least.

"It's more than likely that she was abducted too," he says. "She kicks a lotta ass and takes a lotta names."

As for the kid - well, he's just not sure.

"Where'd you learn to play?"

Pirogoeth frowned at that. "It would be quite...cruel to take a woman with child, whether or not she is capable in battle."

"In Kuith. Mine family had hired many tutors to teach me several things to prepare for mine future."

"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.

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.

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

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

"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.

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