[He turns off his hand terminal (finally), and lopes on over to the kitchen, where he starts making the thing without a word. The hot sauce, he brings with him. He keeps that shit for himself.]
[ holden looks up when amos walks in, gets started with pulling things from cabinets. he looks a bit like he got hit by a train, but let's be honest that's not altogether uncommon. ]
anyway, he looks at the bulb, and then looks up at amos, and then looks back at it. and...peers inside at the terrifyingly orange liquid. his eyebrows are definitely in danger of vanishing into his hairline.
he then looks, mournfully, at the perfectly good coffee he hasn't yet finished. and, just as mournfully, sets it aside.
and picks up the bulb. and makes as if to gulp it all down.
of course he chokes and goes down pretty quickly, because jesus fuck that is disgusting. ]
[ like, in general. fuck this taste, fuck this prank, fuck you amos, and fuck you alex!!!!! fuck....his life. that bulb is getting slammed back on the table and he is fumbling for whatever leftover coffee he had in a sad attempt to save himself. ]
Tell him he's fired. [ wait, also, ] And so are you.
[ this might be more convincing if he weren't guzzling that coffee and coughing, GOD HE HATES YOU. ]
[ it's maybe a credit that he actually takes the bulb from amos after that BASE FUCKIN BETRAYAL but he definitely gives it an aggrieved look before drinking any.
[The flattest of flat looks, the sort only Amos is capable, where it can become apparent that wind can blow through his skull, unheeded by emotional boundary.]
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when he does.
...naomi can take over as captain. ]
I didn't realize we had any on board.
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[Which is to say, they got some. Which is to say, that, and nothing more.]
Put it in espresso with powered egg and it'll kill whatever ails ya.
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[So, clearly, he can't.]
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[ how far we've come.mp3 ]
But what the hell, I'll try it. You coming to the kitchen?
[ you'd best believe he's hunched over the table, nursing his nth coffee for the day ]
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[It's just a statement of fact.]
[He turns off his hand terminal (finally), and lopes on over to the kitchen, where he starts making the thing without a word. The hot sauce, he brings with him. He keeps that shit for himself.]
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How many times have you made this before?
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Different sauce when I was a kid. [On Earth.]
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Pickle juice, [ he says after a moment, thoughtfully. ] My roommate the Navy swore by it. I tried it once, but I don't think it helped.
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[...Is something Amos would think, if spite were something worth the expenditure of energy.]
Never tried it. [Amos sets down the murky concoction in a bulb before Holden.] Do it all in one go.
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anyway, he looks at the bulb, and then looks up at amos, and then looks back at it. and...peers inside at the terrifyingly orange liquid. his eyebrows are definitely in danger of vanishing into his hairline.
he then looks, mournfully, at the perfectly good coffee he hasn't yet finished. and, just as mournfully, sets it aside.
and picks up the bulb. and makes as if to gulp it all down.
of course he chokes and goes down pretty quickly, because jesus fuck that is disgusting. ]
Holy shit.
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[ like, in general. fuck this taste, fuck this prank, fuck you amos, and fuck you alex!!!!! fuck....his life. that bulb is getting slammed back on the table and he is fumbling for whatever leftover coffee he had in a sad attempt to save himself. ]
Tell him he's fired. [ wait, also, ] And so are you.
[ this might be more convincing if he weren't guzzling that coffee and coughing, GOD HE HATES YOU. ]
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Just keeping you grounded. C'mon, have some more. [But he tosses Holden a bulb of espresso, not more mystery substance.]
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to be. sure. ]
Did I seem like I needed to be grounded?
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Drink your shit juice, Cap.
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That was a waste of good espresso.
[ weh. ]
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S'why I told you to take it all in one.
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