Log: Another Night with Alien

[ambitious_muse]

Who: Sigma (native), Omega (native), and Louisiana (original)
What: having a movie night
Where: Sigma's apartment
When: Thursday evening (20 August)
Warnings: none yet

Sigma cleans the kitchen when he's done preparing tomorrow's dinner. If Omega wants to cook the mac and cheese here, he'll have full use of the facilities. More importantly, Sigma wants him to be impressed.

So he didn't have time to vacuum the living room (or a vacuum with which to do the vacuuming). At least his textbooks have been put away (or on his bed, to be put back on the table when his guests leave). His apartment looks presentable. Cozy, even.

Now he just needs his guests.

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[baruthumos]

"Good," Omega says. "Let me get my helmet off. I brought all the software, but we'll need hardware."

Cooking is not Omega's favorite thing to do, but they'll manage.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma puts the ice cream away but stashes the snacks on the counter. "I got out a mixing bowl and the casserole dish already," he says. "They're on the counter by the oven."

[baruthumos]

"We'll need measuring cups and spoons, a pot for the stove, wooden spoon, knife," Omega says once his helmet is stowed "Not wooden."

They're making it from scratch. And if they have groceries left over, well.

[ambitious_muse]

"Pots are to the left of the stove," he says. He starts going through the drawers for the rest of the utensils.

[baruthumos]

Omega finds some pots and starts the macaroni. "Here, you chop the cheese and the vegetables. I'll start the roux and preheat the oven."

It's strange to not have Theta there, stranger than the different kitchen.

[ambitious_muse]

"Yes sir." He pulls out the cutting board and gets to the one job he does best: slicing. Probably because that's the only thing his brothers trust him to do.

[baruthumos]

"And the pasta, can you handle that?" Omega's standing right there in case of fire. "Where's your fire extinguisher?"

[ambitious_muse]

"Hmmm? Sure. Hang on." He moves to the part of the counter closest to the stove so he can monitor the pasta. "Extinguisher's under the sink."

He's not going to get irritated. It's a safety question.

[baruthumos]

Omega nods and goes back to the cheese sauce. "So I'm sure you've heard about Oquirrh."

[ambitious_muse]

"Yeah," he says. "I went to visit her, actually. You know the blanket with the cars? I got that for her." It seemed like a decent thing to do, but maybe he shouldn't have bragged about it to his brother.

[baruthumos]

"That was from you? Good idea," Omega says. "She's using ice as anaglesia, so she needs extra blankets."

Plus, that hospital had terrible blankets. "I'm going tomorrow to help Abby set up for when she comes home. Move stuff, grocery shop, that kind of thing."

[ambitious_muse]

"Thanks. I wanted to do something," he says. "Wash has been so upset about the whole thing, and I know York's room at the hospital is so cold."

"Really? I'm sure she'll appreciate it. Abby will be taking care of her, then?" He doesn't know the girl well, but she and Oquirrh seem close, at the very least.

[baruthumos]

"Hospitals are supposed to be cold," Omega says. "You should see the inside of an OR. They keep them cool and dry to help inhibit bacteria. Doesn't make them comfortable, though."

He adds the cheese and seasoning to the roux. "Yeah, Abby's pretty great. Reminds me of Delta at that age, except, well. Delta was used to taking care of people."

[ambitious_muse]

"I suppose that makes sense," he says. "And she did seem pretty cold. I'm glad I did it."

"Really?" Huh. He can almost imagine that. "It sounds like she's learning. Oquirrh's lucky to have her. Having to do everything one-handed must be a pain."

[baruthumos]

"So is she," Omega says. "How's the pasta coming?"

"Wasn't so bad when I broke my hand," Omega shrugs, conviently forgetting that he was fourteen and ambidexterous. And he could still move his arm. "Abby can handle most of it, and she said they'd call me for heavy lifting."

[ambitious_muse]

"The water's boiling." He pours in the noodles, checks the packaging for a cook time, and sets the timer on the microwave.

"You know, I vaguely remember that. But how did you break your hand, again?"

[baruthumos]

Right. Sigma had been in the closet. He didn't see. "Arguing with Price. He ducked and I went right through the wall into the air filter exhaust casing. That's cement."

That was before Price started throwing him out of the house.

[ambitious_muse]

"Ouch." Sigma winces at the thought. "You know, I bet you could deck him much better now."

[baruthumos]

"I have other things for him now," Omega says calmly. He's thinking Stevens Johnson Syndrome. Or radiation poisoning.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm sure you do. From medic classes or from Maine?" he asks.

[baruthumos]

"Maine works a little too quickly for Price," Omega says. "For what he deserves."

[ambitious_muse]

"Probably," he admits. "I do know a few nasty chemicals, but I wouldn't know what to do with them, in all honesty."

[baruthumos]

"Leave that kind of thing to me," Omega says. "I do."

[ambitious_muse]

"I pass the bottles, you administer?" he suggests.

[baruthumos]

"Depends. Do you have a lead apron?" Omega can always pick one up from a supply store. Or steal it.