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Leaning back in his chair, Apollo stretches while giving out a loud yawn. He'd holed himself up in the Sensoriums, leaving the entrance open in case someone really wanted to use them, for a few hours. A large stack of paper was in front of him, and the table and floor around him was littered with various bits of crumpled... No, folded paper. Paper crabs, paper cranes, paper frogs, paper bugs... He's obviously been busy. In his hand, held between two fingers, is the start of another folded paper project.

He looks at the paper and sets it down, leaning over the back of his chair and letting his arms hang loosely for a bit. He's been at this for too long, but somehow the whole 'wait for a crewmember to stop by the most popular part of the ship for a bit of conversation' plan failed. "Maybe I should have tried the cafeteria?"

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Rei stuck out his forked tongue. "Eww, don't even wanna think about that. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss."

"Well, I'd be pretty happy with my name, too, if I were named after a Greek God. I can call myself a "Guardian of Time" all I want-" and yes, he actually did the finger quotes "-but it still doesn't have the same history and epic feel to it. Guess I just have to settle with being a member of a team named after Prometheus."

Considering all the things he fought or dealt with on a daily basis, the tongue doesn't even get a blink. "I've never been happier to live off of sunlight."

Apollo chortles and nods. "Well, in some ways being a Guardian of Time could be more impressive than being named after a god?" He really is trying here. "Though... Lemme guess. The Prometheans?" He's never heard of the team, but there's only so many ways you can get a group name out of Prometheus.

Living off of sunlight? That was pretty cool. But Rei had worked with enough metahumans to know that geeking out over powers and asking for details on how they worked was a considered rude in a lot of circles.

"But a name of a Greek God conveys power and stuff... well, then again, they can be associated with bestiality and a lot of other freaky things. You may be right." He grinned. "And close, we're the Promethean Guild. Though, technically, we're not even named after the titan, at least not directly. We're named after an FBI agent who's codename was 'Prometheus'." He resisted the urge to keep talking. He was a history buff, alright, and he loved the history of the Guild. Enough to go back in time and stalk the founding of the group.

Apollo probably wouldn't care. It's not like everyone on his world doesn't know already.

He chuckles and waves a dismissive hand. "I can safely say that I've never tried to have sex with any animals. The name doesn't extend that far into who I am." At the bad news regarding his missed guess, he just snaps his fingers. "Dang. I wouldn't have thought to toss in a 'guild'." Who did that, anyway? What was wrong with a short, punchy name?

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