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[The screen displays black for several seconds before flickering into scrolling, illegible symbols-- unless you can read Reach, of course. They begin slowly at first, but at the fifteen second mark they've filled the screen: the text speeds across the display in multiple directions in blurry blue lines.]

[requested entries no longer in database. attempt system override?]

[There's a moment or two where the text continues-- but then, abruptly, the strange alien lettering freezes. There's a harsh whirring, like a CD's gotten stuck in its player.

It's not a good sound, in any case.]

[ABORT ABORT ABORT--] [blares a voice, and there's about half a second of a partially-transformed Blue Beetle shielding his face and stumbling backward in a hurry. The screen's filled with a bright blue light, and then the feed cuts out completely once more.

Someone's gonna need a new console.]

(ooc: Jaime's just tried to hack into the console searching for the source of old Malicant posts! clearly it did not go as planned. feel free to have heard the ruckus if you're in the Wood sector; any network replies will come from a cafe console later on.)

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Essentially.

[She folds her arms, but looks much more bemused.]

Awesome. That went exactly how I wanted it to, then, if I wanted it to fail catastrophically.

[He casts a skeptical glance Monet's way.]

Please tell me this isn't an arrestable offense in Keeliai? My mom'll kill me if she figures out I went to jail.

[She doesn't even have to think of witty comebacks he's doing it for her. Monet smiles.]

At the moment? No. I was only interested in finding out if you were trying to bring our shadowy friend down on us. [A shrug] What you do in your suite with the goo is your problem, not mine.

[Beat.]

... Is your mother here?

[Such is Jaime's life.]

Mal-whatever is not my shadowy friend! I don't even know the guy-- er, actually, I don't think it's a guy so much as a weird evil presence, but you get the point, right?

[...Oh, no.]

I can't pick who the Emperor brings in.

An evil presence that can take the form of a guy.

[She sighs, she's not going to offer sympathy.]

The good news is - there's no good news here. Your mother? Seriously?

Okay. I'm sticking with 'guy' then. And, yeah, my mother. [huff.] She's a completely normal mom. I don't know how picking her happened, unless the Emperor wants her to ground the big bad to death.

[a beat]

Ssssooo, we're cool now, right? Big misunderstanding?

Edited (WOW I DID NOT MEAN TO PICK THE SAD ICON) 2014-02-17 03:54 (UTC)

There's children here.

[As far as she's concerned that's in the same general category of "Eshai why".]

... "Cool". [She seems more amused that she should be by the comment, strictly.] Fine. As long as you tell me who you were talking to.

I never claimed the Emperor was good at picking up recruits.

["Eshai why" encompasses a lot of things to be fair.

And FINALLY, he notes that she must also be a cape. Either that or a serious costume enthusiast.] It's... superhero related. As in I am one. [smooth.] I've got a very cranky alien computer in my head right now, if we're being up front here.

That doesn't seem to have changed with the leadership.

[She raises an eyebrow. Very smooth, Jaime.]

That explains it... [absently, as she looks at the top of his head. That hair could use some styling, maybe. Then, as a postscript, she adds:] Telepath.

Oh.

[Yeah, that makes way more sense than her simply being very good at guessing. ~~And hush, his hair is fine.~~]

Wait, if you're a telepath, how come you didn't already know I wasn't planning on anything evil?

[She glares at him.]

You want to ask that again, dear?

Is this a trick question.

No.

[She narrows her eyes.]

How do I know that what you were thinking was the truth? That hitchhiker of yours could be running interference.

Are you running interference?

[Obviously directed at the Scarab.]

Well, I-- wait, what do you mean you're "disrupting abnormal brain wave activity"?! No, don't do that! ... What do you mean you can't stop?

I should be offended.

[Jaime you're such a dork. Monet's amused.]

[the biggest dork.]

Scarab doesn't mean it. [meanwhile, in Jaime's head: of course I 'mean it'; I do not execute defensive programming without clear intent, which Jaime puts active effort into ignoring.]

I guess telepathy doesn't work on me, but I'm cool, I promise.

Edited 2014-03-11 15:56 (UTC)

Really? It seems as though your little friend conveyed his intent clearly.

[Now she just wants to see him squirm 8D]

He-- [SHIT] he doesn't understand human social cues! We're working on it!

[And now Khaji's offended. B( Rude, Jaime.]

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