AUDIO: Whoops.

[kingtyrantranger]

[Whoops. That'd been a thing for a while.

His voice snaps onto the omnicomm, filled with good humor. Jason's still not comfortable with the omnicomm's video function, especially since he's still having to dot his face with anti-fungal cream.]

I'm gonna start this off with a warning. Doublecheck to be sure that the mail you're opening is actually yours. I had to figure that out when I accidentally picked up something meant for Brainiac 5. The good news is that I'm now out of quarantine and the med techs are pretty sure I'm not going to grow any more mushrooms.

Thanks, guys. I don't know if I can look at a pizza the same way again, though.

[He'd spent most of the past few weeks trying to learn the Interlac alphabet on his own, without the earpieces translating for him. Might keep those mix-ups from happening again.

His voice takes on a wry tone, almost apologetic.]

So it sounds like I missed some action and a few new romances. Sorry about that, gang. For the new guys I missed, hey. I'm Jason, from Angel Grove, California, and I don't really do anything exciting. Nice to meet you all.

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[kingtyrantranger]

Maybe they have a furnace here that you can use?

[He's really, really not sure he wants this lady with easy access to fire, though.]

Nice to meet you too, Ms. Parker. I guess.

[leverageintceo]

I guess. Ooooh, maybe they get rid of their garbage by shooting it into the sun!

And it's Parker. No first or last name. Just Parker.

[kingtyrantranger]

That would be a pretty good way of getting rid of it, I...

[That sound? That's the sound of Jason's dawning horror at the idea that the sun is a great big ball of fire... And he's on a team with the scary pyromaniac. Maybe he'd best not go on any recycling trips with her.]

I get you, Ms. Parker.

[leverageintceo]

No, it's just Parker. I have one name. Like one of those celebrities, except I'm infamous instead of famous.

Don't make it weird, Jason.

[...Yeah. That happened. Those words just came out of this woman's mouth.]

[kingtyrantranger]

What, like Prince or Dio?

[You're no Prince, Parker.]

How am I the one making it weird?

[leverageintceo]

Sure, why not?

[Parker has no idea who he's talking about, but presumably they're also people who use only one name.]

Well, I'm not making it weird. Why are you calling me 'Ms. Parker'?

[kingtyrantranger]

Be...cause you're an adult?

[A scary adult?]

[leverageintceo]

...Huh.

[Silence, as Parker considers this answer for a moment.]

Okay, if it's really important to you to call me 'Ms. Parker', you can, even though it's weird.

[kingtyrantranger]

...Did your parents never tell you to call people that?

[Oh man, don't tell him she's an orphan or something. He'd probably feel way too guilty.]

[leverageintceo]

My...well, the closest thing I have to a father told me to use "sir" and "ma'am", and not to stick around long enough to trade names. My foster parents told me a lot of stuff, but none of it actually useful.

[...Sorry Jason.]

[kingtyrantranger]

[The guilt. Augh.]

Uh.

[He is really not sure how to respond to that. Should he apologize? Would she care? Maybe a subject change?]

Um.

[Fantastic subject change, there.]

[leverageintceo]

You don't have to feel bad about it. I built myself a new family later.

[She sounds completely sincere about that, at least.]

[kingtyrantranger]

[Feel bad? Jason is a teenager! With attitude!

Unfortunately, that attitude is 'huge sap', so.]

Well, that's good. Sounds like a happy ending overall.

...Except for the guy whose office you burned down.

[leverageintceo]

I didn't burn down his office. He burned down his company's vault. I just stole a potato.

For justice.

[kingtyrantranger]

Justice needs its starch, I guess.

[leverageintceo]

...Now I want french fries. Do you want french fries? I can bring you french fries.

[kingtyrantranger]

I haven't had french fries since I got here. Space fries must be awesome. I'd totally be happy to split some fries with you.

[leverageintceo]

Cool. Are you in the medbay still?

[kingtyrantranger]

Yeah.

[Aw, man. That's going to take the wind out of his sails a bit.]

I hope they don't have to decontaminate it before I get to them.

[leverageintceo]

It'll be fine, I can come through the ventilation shaft.

[Doors? Proper protocol? Pffft. There are fries to be shared!]

[kingtyrantranger]

That seems like an awful lot of work just to deliver some fries!

[leverageintceo]

Not really. I spend a lot of time in the ventilation shafts anyway.

[kingtyrantranger]

I tried crawling in ventilation shafts, once. They're a lot smaller than in the movies.

[leverageintceo]

Some are more spacious than others. Depends on the structure and where the shafts in question are supposed to go, really.

What's annoying is when people put laser tripwires in there. You'd think that they'd have rats or birds setting them off all the time...

[kingtyrantranger]

Maybe they have grates and stuff to keep nosy things out of places they don't belong?