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CHARACTERS: Peter & Ramir
DATE: Backdated to 8/18
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Moving rocks for science.

[ She's basically never at the medbay, so it takes a little doing to find her way there. Not much more past asking a suit of armor about it, though. She's there in an hour (a little less, even, she's just that excited), with a handful of, well, rocks.

She's got about 8 of them, each a good, chuckable size, like what you'd toss through someone's window. If one were inclined to tossing rocks through windows. She idly tosses one as she walks, and it clacks against the others in her hand every time she catches it again. Here's the medbay, then... there, the lab. She invites herself in, looking around for Peter. ]

Hey, spider kid! You in here?

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totally flubs this bc i can

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( he is in fact, though it is far from the first time Peter's shown up at the labs. he's a real nerd that spends too much of his time on scientific inquiry. this is a range he hasn't really traveled before, but Peter is rather intrigued by the possibility they could figure it out... even though he's completely unsure if it'll work out the way they want it to. )

Over here! ( he calls, and it's only when she's in eyeshot that he critiques, ) really? ( kid seems inaccurate now that he's going into beta 2.1, Ramir!

(he has no arguments with spider. she's got him on that one.)

when she heads closer, he drums his fingers on a foreign looking machine. ) This is our shot, it tracks brain activity, without going full MRI. Thank the tech gods of ALASTAIR. Probably those little cats, those dudes are crazy smart.

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[ She makes a beeline as soon as she spots him, eyes on the machine next to him. Man, she can't envision any universe in which she'd have any idea how that kind of thing worked. Good thing for friends like Peter. ]

Probably, everything comes back to cats. [ She gives the rock one more toss-and-catch before finally shifting her attention to Peter himself. ] Okay, so do I... jam myself into it, then try and move some rocks?

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I'm just glad they're on our side. You know, kind of.

( Crowley and Cherenkov seem at least parallel with the interests of ALASTAIR, so that's saying something... okay that's harsh, they are just a little lacking in bedside manner. Peter just has no idea how to interact with cats. Cat Planet had been a crash course that didn't actually get him too far.

as for that... ) No, way easier than that. You just have to wear a few sensors. ( he points to his temple. ) And then, yeah, the rock moving thing. ( he steps closer to place them and can't help but ask, ) So when did you move one last? Was it after a long period of concentration, or just spontaneous?

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[ Oh, wow, that is way easier than jamming herself into it. She stares down at her captured rocks while she waits him to get the sensors where sensors belong. ]

Uh... both. Same rock-staring session. I moved one of them when I first started out, and one when I was about to give up again. [ She sighs and, once everything is in place, snags a nearby chair with her foot to drag it over and collapse into. ] Superpowers are so fucked up. It took me forever to get used to being strong.

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( it's weird to actually be free to relate to someone on this matter. usually peter feels obligated to remain silent — now when Ramir drops in the char, he's actually free to agree. )

Yeah. I broke my sink at least five times after I got mine. And that's just to start. ( he's destroyed more than he's protected, it feels like. he hops on the counter to futz with the reader, glancing at Ramir. ) Sometimes I feel like I'm still not used to it. How did you learn to control it?

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[ She snorts. God, the little things she's destroyed. You never really think about how breakable the stuff around you is until you've broken it... ]

Sex helped. I mean, first it was a lot basic exercises and loads of practice, but then sex helped. You know, getting all intense with someone and definitely not wanting to accidentally hurt them, it's pretty good motivation. [ She spins one of her rocks on the nearest surface, sighing when it immediately topples after like two rotations. ] Pretty sure that's not gonna work here, though.

i cant believe this

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( wow. uh. okay. Peter gapes at her, quite literally, barely knowing how to respond. it's good he's not holding anything, he'd probably have dropped it.

after the gaping he turns a ridiculous shade of pink. it's not that he's never thought about it because oh god he has but he'd never imagined starting there. what if something happened? ) Yeah... I uh... I'm not... he wouldn't... And I don't —

( PLEASE STOP SAYING WORDS PARKER... ABORT... he scrubs a hand over his face and tries to find a less soul scarring follow-up without actually managing to look at her. ) Got any other ideas?

some people should learn not to ASK QUESTIONS THEY DON'T WANT ANSWERS TO

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[ None of that is an actual sentence. She glances up at him as he stammers his way through it, an eyebrow cocked. Yeesh, and she didn't even bother to get explicit (this time). ]

What, for the rocks? Yeah, I had like fifty ideas and just decided not to bother with them, I was hoping I could just cram myself into a machine and do nothing instead. [ And, okay, she can't resist: ] Only a few of them involve trying to fuck rocks though, so you're in luck.

LOOK HOW COULD HE EXPECT THAT WAS THE ANSWER

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Nothing's not gonna work.

( and totally not what he meant, but sure, let's change the subject, he's totally fine with a change of subject, let's focus on SCIENCE that always works, and, )

You're not half as funny as you think you are. ( actually, Ramir, you are, its just the flighty virgin is too sensitive on the subject to see it. at least being mildly annoyed makes him stammer less. ) Try and think about what made it work the last time. If we can manage that I can see what part of your brain is activated and we can focus on streamlining those responses.