[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.

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[getoffmyearth]

[No, it is time. They're facing a zombie-ish horde, when is there a better time to crack awful jokes about movies?]

Damn, haven't heard of that one. Is that like The Thing on Mars?

[alittlesweptup]

It's tragically awful is what it is. You're better off sticking with The Thing.

[Oh John Carpenter. How is it possible to be so hit or miss?]

[getoffmyearth]

Yeah, well, in addition to being a superior film, right now that's seeming awfully prophetic, isn't it? Nobody dug up something better left undisturbed in the cargo hold, right?

[This would be a joke, except it's totally possible that somebody did exactly that...]

[alittlesweptup]

Suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask around.

[Which is...yeah, pretty much only half a joke as well. God only knows what people are bringing back from missions as well, right?]