[voice]

[alittlesweptup]

[The voice on the network may not technically be shouting, but there's a distinctly hard edge to the words that easily translates into 'Oh my god I can't even believe this right now.']

Oi! Anyone using fire to deal with this nonsense had better knock it right off! I don't care if your fire's made of magic, Harry Potter, it's still probably burning up oxygen when you use it to light these bastards up-- and I don't know if you've noticed, but we're in bloody space.

[There's a beat, a sharp intake of breath as Charlie wills himself to not flip the nearest table. Finally, in a low steely tone:] We need oxygen for other things. Like, oh, breathing. Figure out a different way of doing things.

Comments

[alittlesweptup]

Mostly set up over in housing and well away from anything more dangerous than voracious teenagers.

[A beat, because partly he doesn't want to ask given how he hard he pushed the point recently. But he does anyway, because of course he does.] Are you alright?

[motherofnemesis]

Sounds like a picnic. [ Dry and not remotely sincere.

Of course he does. There's a beat, and then she answers anyways, tired but sincere. ] As fine as it gets. Nobody's taken any bites out of me yet.

[alittlesweptup]

That's certainly better than the reverse. [Which is warm enough on his part.]

[motherofnemesis]

That's about what I figured. You wouldn't happen to be near any food stocks I could come raid briefly?

[alittlesweptup]

I've got a thing or two if you don't mind stale crackers and MREs.

[motherofnemesis]

I'll take just about anything you've got. Where in housing are you?

[alittlesweptup]

East corridor, south end.

[motherofnemesis]

Right. Be there soon.

--> disconnect

[alittlesweptup]

I'll keep an eye out.