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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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Salud. Also, eating out would be great.

[Jaime casts a look back at the ruined console with narrowed eyes.]

Um... one sec.

[Bolting back inside, he seizes the nearest blanket and covers the console, then bolts right back outside with an angelically innocent expression on his face. (Yeah, right.)]

Okay! We can just. Take care of that later. It'll be fine, I'm soaking everything.

[ Cassie laughs, a little, then shakes her head, reaching to give Jaime's hand an easy squeeze when he comes back out, and tilts her chin down the street. ]

All right, then. And, really. We should sit down and I can show you safety cooking tips. I've been making stuff for daddy for ages!

[ She kind of loves cooking, even if the meals prepared by her can be a little eccentric. And she'll certainly share her knowledge, if Jaime sticks to the cooking story. ]

[He's a little surprised when she takes his hand, but he squeezes back, looking somewhat reassured.]

At least somebody's a cook around here. But yeah, let's get out of here-- you lead.

[He's never seen Cassie's cooking before. God help him.]

[ At least he's not finding out today. ]

[ Just, one day soon. ]

Oh, I like leading! Unless something really important has to be decided, then it's up to whoever can deal with it best!

[Once they've had lunch and are on their way back to his suite, the previous issue rears its head once more. He still has a gross broken console to explain away, and Cassie's going to want to help him clean it up...

He might have to face the music and actually admit to his secret identity if she pries any further. (How many people don't know at this point? This is becoming a problem.)]

Thanks for having lunch with me, Cassie.

You're absolutely welcome! You looked like you could use it. I mean, not that you're underfed!

[ Because Bianca! ]

Just that you could use the distraction.

[ Music? What music? She's sort of forgotten, at least until they get back to the actual proximity to the suite. And smell. ]

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action; handwave, or keep going?

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