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[[ ooc; blue is for Lincoln, red is for Liv! ]]

[ Lincoln's reached over with one hand to turn the console on in the bakery that Astrid had owned on, while he's mid-sentence into shouting to the other side of the room, head still turned. ]

--Isn't the first rule they always tell you in grade school science classes that you don't eat in the lab? So you don't accidentally ingest cyanide or something?

[ A pause, and he mutters lowly. ] Christ, we're gonna have so many lawsuits. [ That's a super good way to advertise a business, Lincoln, good job. He opens his mouth to speak directly to the network, but is interrupted by a loud bark, expression dropping to a deadpan as he reaches down to pick up what looks like a blueberry muffin, shakes at something lower than the camera, and then lobs it across the room. You might see the bouncing tail of a golden retriever chasing after it in the background. ]

We know we can’t be the only ones here interested in looking into all of this on a scientific level. Has anyone done that already? Or, more so, has--



[ At this point a certain redhead can be seen in the background and she bends down to wrestle the remains of the muffin while yelling across the room at Lincoln, so the feed picks it up, though it’s quiet from how far away she is. ]

Lincoln! I thought I told you stop feeding Finley muffins! I know he can digest them just fine but they’re not good for him.

[ Lincoln’s mouth just sort of hangs open mid-sentence while a voice comes from somewhere off screen to chastise him, expression falling flat, and once the scolding is over, he just sort of mutters off the last part of it halfheartedly. ] ...anyone found the tools to do that-- Chugging coffee like you may as well be mainlining it isn’t good for you either!

[ Called out over his shoulder as the bouncing fluff of golden retriever tail makes it’s way back to him, and Lincoln breaks off a piece of muffin next to him, puts a finger over his lips in a ‘shh’ motion, and sneaks him another bite. Good dog. ] I’m kind of trying to do something productive here, actually, Agent, so if you don’t mind, can we play the Deprive My Dog Of Good Things game later?

[ Olivia moves closer to the screen until she’s right behind him and leans her arm on his head, pushing him forward and down so she can lean in over him and get her face in view of the camera. There’s a grin on her face and she pats Lincoln’s bowed head sort of patronizingly. ]

Someone talk some sense into him? He’s going to make that dog fat. Happy, but extremely fat. But, speaking of productivity, we could do with some lab equipment. We’ve got space here we’d like to use, but it doesn’t have the equipment Walter needs. We’d really appreciate any help, whether it be equipment or advice on where to look for stuff. Thanks.

[ By the end she has a fairly professional smile and attitude, even though she’s still totally leaning on Lincoln. What bad friend and colleague. Just the picture of professionalism there. ]

[ And Lincoln just sort of lets this happen, because this is basically his life right here. He’s totally the high ranking officer, can you tell. But there’s a hint of a half-smile on his lips despite the eyeroll and the way he glances up to her to talk, tone more of a quiet thing between the two of them. ] If Broyles were here, we’d be fired, you know that, right? Like double fired. Triple fired, and he’d make us clean his car with tooth brushes.

[ Clearing his throat, he makes some attempt at actually looking like a Department of Defence employee and straightens up, causing Liv to have to flop back. ] On that note, if anyone has an expertise in physics, biochemistry, or any sort of scientific field that has done any researched on Tu Vishan, we’d like to share notes.

[ And with a casual glance down to the muffin he’d given a bit to Finley off of, Lincoln lets out a huff, and seems almost pained to be mentioning this next part. Omfg why is Astrid not here, he wasn’t supposed to be Fringe Team Baked Goods spokesperson. ] Also, this is a bakery. So. Come buy baked goods. [ super deadpan. ] Or come make baked goods. Especially if your name is Isaac Lahey.

[ Point to the screen. Point to his watch. You best come be on the clock, son. Aaand, that’s it. He’s cutting the feed there. ]


[[ ooc; fyi there’s likely to be threadjacks here and there so just put it in the header if you’d rather there not be /o/ ]]

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[bereavements]

[ Speaking of Isaac Lahey, guess who comes in the door? No, not Batman, silly. Isaac Lahey arrives! ]

I'm here, I'm here. [ At the ovens, he realizes there's a batch in. And a batch made. Well. He can totally help. He bends down, pulling out a tray of muffins. He's been trying ever since he and Scott succeeded at cookies! But, hasn't yet tried today. He sets down the tray ontop, pulling his oven glove off. ] It is safe to perform experiments in the same room? [ He gives the lab a onceover. ] Right?

feel free to assume if they've met or that they haven't, it's up to you!

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[ Super cheerful, with a total grin on her face like she's wishing someone happy birthday or something: ] No, it's absolutely not. I'm sure sooner or later we'll end up baking LSD into a batch of something.

[ Better LSD than some super poisonous chemical, right? ]

assumed away!

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Oh. Great. Well, that won't be a boring day? [ He looks down at the muffins and then back up. ] Sorry I was a little late. [ He now shares a bathroom with Scott and Stiles. ]

just going to hop on in here la de da

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How do they even get government funding on for this on the other side? [ omfg lsd muffins, he did not sign up for surprise acid trips, jfc. Whatever, still taking a bite out of this muffin. Glancing over at Isaac, he deadpans with a mouthful of muffin. ] Too bad, you're fired.

[ He's not fired, this is just how redverse Fringe Team rolls. Made fairly clear by the way he slides over a box to stick the fresh muffins into. ] Have either of you seen any cows around the city?

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[Enter Walter Bishop. He appears at the doorway, looking a bit worse for wear from the trip, getting lost a few times, having to ask people for directions, and he's still not quite sure he's really here. But once he looks around, he sees the familiar face of Olivia - and how disturbing is it that her face is what passes for familiar now? - and the clever young man he talked to before, and his expression brightens.]

[He gives the space a quick look.] Hmm, yes, with the right equipment, this could do... it won't be my lab, but it could do! We'll be cooking some lysergic acid diethylamide soon!

We'll just need a cow. I see you already have a dog, but experiments on dogs are rarely very productive. Doctor Pavlov would disagree, of course, but he was a psychologist.

Oh, and you have muffins! Excellent! Are those blueberry?

[dunhaming]

Walter! You made it. [ Seriously she was about to send out search and rescue or something soon. ]

And yes, the muffins are blueberry. And no, you can't experiment on Finley. Also I haven't seen cows around here, I'm not sure they exist. You're probably going to have to do without a cow. Also, let's hold off on the LSD for a while. There is no reason to be tripping while we're in a completely foreign place.

[ She has a sudden appreciation for Astrid. This is going to be harder than she thought. ]

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[ WOW WALTER NO ] You are not touching my dog.

[ Finger pointed. We are just lying that ground rule right the hell there. If it comes down to Experiment On Finley To Save The Turtle, fuck the turtle, Lincoln and Finley will die playing an awesome game of muffin fetch.

And just going to squint at Walter before turning to Liv with a 'is this seriously our lives right now' look. ] So the LSD thing wasn't a joke. I was really hoping it was a joke. [ Though one of the blueberry muffins is pulled off a nearby tray and lobbed to Walter nonetheless. ] Catch.

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[ Who is this bitch. He is old. Is he talking about experimenting on dogs? This is what Lincoln meant about cows? Seriously? Do muffins even have milk in them? What did he get himself into? ] Wait, so, have you all done LSD?

[ Wow, thanks, Lincoln. He makes a face and replaces that muffin in the box. ]

There's probably a way not to experiment on animals at all...

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[parallels]

No can do science.

But baking is sort of my thing.

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Want a job?

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Depends.

What's the location, pay, and job duties?

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[bereavements]

She helped Scott and me with cookies. She knows her stuff. They turned out well, by the way.

[parallels]

I appreciate the endorsement. Glad they turned out.

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Who's Scott? And okay, I'll take you as a reference. Hold on, let me review her application. [ Deadpan staring. He takes this boss thing super seriously. ] Hired.

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[lostundercover]

[Costigan's not certain whether to be disappointed by or jealous of the display, so he settles for a vague skepticism in an amicable sort of way. When he speaks, he's clearly addressing Lincoln, but seems fairly accepting of the fact that Olivia's there too.]

Rayner says he trusts Soranik. She's a doctor with a specialty in- [He glances off screen at some notes and then looks back.] 'mutantional biology.'

Bruce Banner has been working on some other things. I don't know his specialty, but he's good people. He looks into all the shit I bring him.

[There's a pause as Costigan glances over his notes again.] Astrid Farnsworth is a baker, if it's relevant.

[There are a lot of people to keep up with, okay, and he doesn't have time to keep track of everyone's comings and goings. And I'm not even joking, she's in his notes as a baker.]

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[ Don't judge them, Costigan, it's not Lincoln's fault his life is a shit show here or otherwise. Though once the information is coming, Lincoln puts on his Serious Voice. ]

'Mutational biology'? Sounds fun and sort of fact. I'll look into it, thanks.

Soranik and Banner, got it. Thanks, Costigan. [ There's a short laugh at the mention of Astrid, and he supposes he never did tell Costigan she was from his world. ]

She's also the best damn data analyst I've ever seen. [ There's a hint of something detached and hardened in his tone in the next bit, but it is what it is. ] Agent Farnsworth left a few days ago. I assume to home, we're still looking.

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[Costigan gives a small nod in return for the gratitude. If he's honest, it's a little relieving to feel a little less alone in the whole investigation thing. To the latter, he frowns, disappointed in himself for the clear gap in connecting her as Fringe agent.]

I didn't realize. [He's never been too good at knowing what to say.] I'm sorry.

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[relatable]

So your bakery needs lab equipment. [Eyebrow raise.]

What kind of cookies are you making?

[fyi, shroom tea is delish.]

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[dunhaming]

Normal cookies. And normal muffins. And baked goods in general. We're just... multitasking with the stuff we actually know how to do. Or rather, stuff Walter knows how to do.

[ It is just as sketch as it sounds, and she knows it. ]

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I don't think anyone would buy like cookies when a meth lab is sitting right next the oven. [Just saying.]

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Yeah. Our bakery needs lab equipment.

[ this is the face of 'this is my life and it's dumb you don't need to point it out, i know' ]

I... have no idea. I don't bake them. [ He's just here to be decisive about things and tell people to do stuff. But he's hearing what Liv is saying, and yeah, that sounds right. Cookies that don't have LSD in them. ] Normal stuff.

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[Just going to stare at you.]

Do you hear yourself right now? It really sounds like you're making drug cookies.

[supremefaith]

[She's late as late can be for this, but since Makoto has plans for opening up her own bakery as a business...]

I had heard there was a bakery in the Water Sector and I'm thinking about opening one up in the Wood Sector...it's been a dream of mine and I wouldn't mind a bit of advice.

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[ no worries on lateness! but wow, giving advice, he's.... super not sure how to do this. this happened basically because liv and lincoln heard astrid had a bakery, then nagged her into reopening it. and are now higher on people to do the bakery part for them because wtf with Department of Defense agents trying to be bakers. ]

I'm not sure how useful our advice would be, but sure, what's up?

[dunhaming]

Yeah, what he said, we're not the best at all this, but we can try. You might be better talking to some of the people we've hired to help us. If you have questions about specific things I can point you to the right person.

[ Because seriously they are legit terrible at what's going on, they're just hiring people who know what they're doing and threadjacking each other all over the place. ]