Pushing Papers and Dancing Daisies...(Fee, nerds, open)

[Fiona Maccafferty]

You called me strong/you called me weak/yet still your secrets I will keep
I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might/my Kryptonite.

The petite redhead sat in front of a computer console-not her OWN. Nope. This was busy work, a part of her punishment for disobeying orders and following Michael out into the storm to save the Koan. Yeah, yeah, so they were exposed to radiation and maybe they could've been killed. She wouldn't have lived, though, if Michael had gone out alone and been hurt. She liked him in ways that she didn't understand...she'd never had but one "proper" boyfriend, and even then, it'd been YEARS ago, and she didn't love that man. So yeah. She was stuck doing all the Bases' busy work-filling IT tickets, repairing codes that whatever Glavish and McKay had done had ruined, and generally lying low. She was mostly under advisement to do her work, do her extra assignments and then return to her chambers. It was kind of boring, but she was a boring person, so she didn't mind. The only thing that she did that was out side of the usual was her appointments with Doc Harrison. Who had, oddly, defended her and Micheal; he understood thier passion to make a difference, to save lives, and to be the shining light in the midst of the terrible things that the military people, due to thier training, couldn't be-the moral side, as it were. 

She was, however, very bored. This was mind numbingly stupid stuff-her genius level IQ and general proness to being kinetic was going to drive her bollocks. The General had been mad, though not exceedingly so, and while this was the best punishment he could probably come up with short of forcing them home, she was sure he hadn't realize just how terrible it would be for her. Black seemed to be handling it slightly better than she, and she'd heard that Finn had left (though not entirely due to the forest incident, per se), and Izzy had been reprimanded in some military sort of way that Fee vaguely understood, but she wasn't. This sort of work was the kind you did when you worked for NASA as a high-school intern, not as a middle-tier data analyst of brilliant mind but dubious street smarts. There was the minor issue of her heart; she'd followed Michael because she cared about him, and would do it again because she trusted him. 

In a fit of frustration over a minor code not "taking", she flipped on the radio she'd hauled down with her from her console. Prince blared; Fee had a penchant for 80's rock music and Celtic folk songs, the latter being what she listened to most of the time. Over the few months, the others would learn that if you heard classical, Fee was sad, and if you heard very heavy rock music of the "angry girl genre", stay dog wide, for she was mad. 

She hummed along for a few minutes, and bobbed her head to the beat of "Purple Rain." After a moment, she forgot where she was, and as she restarted her task, she sang along, her rough accent making the normally good song sound slightly off. 

...I only wanted to see you laughing in the Purple rain...[She smiled slightly. Not much made her happier than the dulcet tones of music from her youth.
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Tag:@open!, Michael Black. Outfit: Here. Note: Opening lyrics are "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down, and Purple Rain is by Prince, or whatever he's called these days. 

^{By Abii of Adoxography}

[Almeda]

Almeda came hurrying into the room, she was still worried of what other programmed had been placed into, still weirded out from when she had no control of her own body. She had come here hoping one of the others could help find and remove any similar programs, for she incapable of doing so herself. Just the thought of programs hidden inside gave her the creeps. Fee! Can you help me with a potential critical problem" she asked running up to a open workstation and laying her head down on it.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

Fee looked up, startled, as Almeda ran in. What was going on?!

Fee! Can you help me with a potential critical problem? Fee blinked. Potential crictical problem?! In Fee's world, a problem was either critical or not, the potential be damned. But, being Almeda, she supposed that the girl didn't operate that way, and so Fee nodded.

Yes. What sort of problem? She looked up at Michael, and smiled. He, too, was bent over the "busy work," doing whatever it was that Archelogists DID as busy work. She had noted once that for a linguist, he had a bit of trouble with her Irish phrases, and hoped that if something DID become of them, he'd learn before plate throwing became a thing.

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Síobhan made her way down the corridor while still tapping away on her pad in hope she could regain control over her lab in the city. All do she wasn't located in the city she was still running a number of projects. One of them in particular was at a crisis moment and the brain heads mess up of the city's system could set her back months and if she didn't receive the data she knew a few nurses who would also like to bash a few heads.
Síobhan clicked her heels of the floor if anything to let people know she was coming. At a steady pace Síobhan entered the room and straight away spoke to Fiona like any Irish person would talk to another Irish person.

" For F sake Fiona I have less than an hour before my work is F'd" all do she might of come across as hostile, with Fiona also been from Dublin Síobhan knew she could give as much as she could take.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

Fiona glanced from Almeda to Si. Bloody hell, what NOW?! Didn't these people realize she had a JOB to do?!

For F sake Fiona I have less than an hour before my work is F'd She gave the older woman a LOOK and tossed her red head.

Go to the devil, Siobhan. I am working me arse off; the Khaki over here is bleedin' useless! Her tone was loud; she and Siobhan together with thier Dublin accents and general feckishness was truly an assult on the ear.

She pressed the "print" button, and after a mo, she handed off a sheet to Siobhan.

{b]Next time, you tell them "Pog mo Thoin" and that Fee Maccafferty said so! If they have a problem with that, too bad![/b] She let out a sigh; she was stressed out, actually. If the good doctor had a moment, though, it WAS teatime. She silently bent down, plugged in her electric kettle, and came up with a tray with a selection of tea-Bewleys, some Rose Hip, and a random packet of Lapsang Souchong, which actually might've been Blue's, but whatever.

Cuppa, Doctor?! Michael? Almeda? After a mo, she unearthed two tea cups from her box. One was a "proper" tea cup, bone china with a saucer, and the other was a large, American style ceramic mug. Everyone else was on thier own.

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Tea cups

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Síobhan took the piece of paper and for a minute just blanked everyone in the room. looking over the piece paper her mood dropped quickly as she realised that everything she had worked for in her three month test had just been ruined. She made her way over to the communication and hit the button,

" Ragun, this is Kells. We missed it, destroy the samples and as soon as the system is back up we'll start again. just clean up and take rest of day off and we'll get to the paperwork tomorrow. "

Síobhan got a reply straight away with Roger, she gripped a chair and pulled it over to Fiona. Sitting back in the chair Síobhan rested her head against the with her eyes closed.

" Wasn't going to but throw on a cupa for me. On that note Fiona, what the hell are you doing with a cup and saucer. Waiting for the queen. "Síobhan had been pretty much run of her feet for the last 36 hours and even if it was five minutes to relax she was going to take it" No herb crap, real tea now. Síobhan kept her eyes closed but smiled and sweetened her voice,"Please and thank you."

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

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[Michael Black]

It was meant to be punishment for his rogue actions in trying to rescue the Koan, and boy did he feel stupid after how THAT had panned out. But somehow, Michael was enjoying examining rocks for a week solid. He was looking into the geomagnetic properties of the rock beneath the city and trying to figure out how it had shielded them so well from the recent storm's radiation and whether or not it was natural or yet another part of the universe the ancients had dabbled with. He glanced around quickly, stealing a fleeting look at Fiona as she worked on the desk near him. He felt warm and fuzzy inside knowing he was in the dog-house along WITH miss Maccafferty, and knowing that she wasn't TOO cross with him either. They'd survived certain death together and they'd saved an entire species whilst doing so, that was surely something to be proud of.

Michael turned his head slightly away from his latest mineral as a pattering of feet heralded the arrival of everyone's favourite android. Thankfully, for Michael, she went to bother Fiona instead and asked her about some sort of problem or other. Shortly after though, he was unable to focus as Dr. Kells strode into the room yelling across to Fi,
"For F sake Fiona I have less than an hour before my work is F'd She gave the older woman a LOOK and tossed her red head."
"Go to the devil, Siobhan. I am working me arse off; the Khaki over here is bleedin' useless." Fiona replied. Dr. Black turned to look at the two, his expression was a real picture for sure, but he'd no doubt Fi could read him look a book so he tried desperately to cover up the mix of emotions he'd just experienced as two thick female Irish accents hit his ear drums; annoyance, confusion, surprise and arousal (just slightly).

"Cuppa, Doctor?! Michael? Almeda?" Fi asked, and broke Michael's silence.
"Oh, yes please! White, one sugar, the usual, delivered with biscuitsandakiss please!" He said that last part as quickly as he could, hoping he could slip it in as a sly joke but, as usual, he was also half hoping his lonely fantasies came true. Michael simply adored Fi, lately she'd become his world and he was more than a little worried that his famous work would be taking a knock from it. Although it was too soon to tell, he felt a connection with the short red haired woman, one forged in the heat of battle and extreme stress. Michael fished around under the desk for his mug. Retrieving it, he looked it over, the bottom was stained with a beige ring but he shrugged, it'll do for now.

Walking past Almeda with a smile, he handed Fiona the mug, she also looked at it and wrinkled her nose,
"Hey, why worry about a few germs in a cup of tea when I could just as easily get blasted from existence by a bloody space ship!" He said with a shrug and a further wry smile, before beginning to pack up his rocks and wrap them up individually in bubble wrap. Michael tilted his head to one side as the other Irish woman in the room made a comment about Fi's cup and saucer,
"Now, now Doctor. Don't be mean!" He tentatively said, and then braced for impact as she replied.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

Fiona gave Siobhan a LOOK, and replied, almost dropping her tray to sass the older woman as they did.

Wasn't going to but throw on a cupa for me. On that note Fiona, what the hell are you doing with a cup and saucer. Waiting for the queen. She shook her head.

No, you cute hoor. 'Twas from me aunt Helen; proper girls have a proper tea set or some bollocks. At any rate, 'twill do until I get to me room and get my mug with Darth Vader on it. She explained this while she set the electric kettle to boil. She'd have the Bewley's, she decided.

Thier craic was interrupted by Michael.

Oh, yes please! White, one sugar, the usual, delivered with biscuitsandakiss please! Fiona blinked. Had she heard that right?! She looked at Siobhan, who looked at her. Useless! Bloody useless. She simply smiled. She would kind of rather fancy kissing him, actually, but not here, not NOW, and certainly not over tea! Besides, with the short leash they were on, it was best to not draw attention to themselves. So she plucked a tea bag from its packet, and fixed it up-cream and a lump, even though the mere thought made her stomach turn. Yet another thing her aunts had insisted on-proper girls drank proper tea, even though Fee preferred hers black and plain. She used lumps, not loose, and she didn't CARE if it were proper or not.

Tea with milk and cream; you're on your own with the biscuits and kisses; mayhaps Dr. Kells would oblige. She said, laughing at the image in her head. More than likely, Si would box his ears, actually.

She haneded Siobhan the fancy cup and saucer, with a packet of the Lapsang Souchoung. She also indicated that she could fix it how she liked it. Fee would've normally said something to Black about fetching his own damn tea, but he WAS on the brink of "something genius", and she belived it. She wasn't, yet, though she was planning soon to do a few quick side jobs for NASA.

'Ere, lady. Fee poured out her own, and settled into her chair, tucking her legs beneath her. It was nice to relax. From her pocket, she extracted a few jelly beans, and offered them around. This was sort of fun; smart people listening to Prince and having a tea. She just needed some mushy peas, and she'd really be proper.

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[Michael Black]

Fi was making the tea, and it wasn't just with milk but a little cream too, Michael felt spoiled!
"Tea with milk and cream; you're on your own with the biscuits and kisses; mayhaps Dr. Kells would oblige." Fi replied in rather an upbeat fashion. Dr. Black straightened himself out, dusting off his blue and grey science uniform and smiled,
"Well! That would be your loss then wouldn't it. And err," he said turned confidently toward Dr. Kells. Michael was prepared to make a witty joke or comic scene out of the situation, he even considered going as far as walking up to her with his arms outstretched but... She looked at him. And while Fi was the cute side of Ireland, Kells was the side you just didn't mess with. Michael backed down, "Err, I'll just be over here if anyone needs me..." he said making his way back over to the desk where his rocks were as the kettle boiled away happily.

Michael considered what he'd learned today, he'd need to put together a report on this for sure. The unique qualities of the minerals below the city were interesting indeed. He theorized that one could place thin plates of this material on one of the ancient battle suits, similar to the ones the lost tribe used, and it might make for a handy power suit that could survive even the harshest radiation of deep space. This... Could be useful.

As Fi served up the tea, quite notably without any biscuits - and Michael would need to do something about that - the good doctor took the opportunity to voice his thoughts to the rest of the room,
"You know, just an observation here on your social shyness my dear Fiona, and it's no use hiding it," he felt the daggers from her eyes digging into him already, but the train had left the station. Michael caught an interesting look from Siobhan and Almeda who had now become spectators to his stupidity, "Probably some of the best things that have ever happened to you in life, happened because you said yes to something. Otherwise things just sort of stay the same..." He let that thought sink in a little, "So, yes to tea, yes to biscuits and who knows what else the day might bring... Because isn't to be pursued, to be thought of as special, to be needed by someone somewhere, whether we know them yet or not, all any of us actually want?" Michael trailed off and started staring at the wall on the other side of the room. He picked up his tea and began to sip it, it was time for Dr. Black to shut up and fade back into the background for the rest of the day, if Fi would let them that is...

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Síobhan took the cup of tea while remaining in her spot, while sitting back and relaxing she final realised what Black had said. Straight away she began to laugh. To observer it would look like she was laughing at nothing, but Síobhan was laughing because it had gone over her head and she had missed the chance to say anything. As she taught about it she realised she couldn't let this pass with out taken in the piss out of them, she had to see which went red in the face first and how much Fiona would kill her. Taken a sip of her tea Síobhan put on a light seductive look with a voice.

" Michael why don't come over and sit between me and Fiona, remember you don't know what you'll miss if you don't. " Síobhan tapped the ground between her and Fiona than she turned to her," Come on Fiona make room for Michael.

[Michael Black]

Síobhan was... Laughing?
"Michael why don't you come over and sit between me and Fiona, remember you don't know what you'll miss if you don't. Come on Fiona make room for Michael..." She said as she patted at a seat between her and Fiona. There was a certain tone to her voice Michael thought. His eyes widened, he gulped. What had he gotten himself into... Both Fiona and Si said nothing but just, LOOKED at him. It was THAT look too. Michael felt utterly bemused by the current turn of events. He knew he wasn't going to get out of this, so he cautiously edged his way over.

Carefully and deliberately, Michael lowered himself into the space between Fiona and Siobhan. It was a tight fit as well, he was sure that was on purpose. With his shoulders squashed up between the two he stared straight forward. There was a further awkward silence, oh gods WHY were they both torturing him this way! It was like they were part of an Irish hive mind hell bent on embarrassing Dr. Black. He cleared his throat and decided he needed to break the silence.
"So... Erm..." He felt both the girl's eyes on him straight away, "... This is nice!" He smiled sheepishly, hoping he didn't start nervously sweating, twitching or doing anything else to embarrass himself.

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[Fiona Maccafferty]

Fee made a face over her tea cup at Siobhan. What was the older woman DOING??

Michael why don't you come over and sit between me and Fiona, remember you don't know what you'll miss if you don't. Come on Fiona make room for Michael...

She moved over a little, and then trained her gaze on Michael. His shoulders were in her face; at least her face wasn't ELSEWHERE-a mortifying byproduct of being short. She smiled a little.

So... Erm...... This is nice.[/color] She nodded.

Aye. So about that biscuit. Dr. Kells? She said, with her most innocent smile.