The Bored Mind Is Destructive (OPEN! COME JOIN!)

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie twiddled his pen around his fingers. It was a bit of a boring day, which was like pigs flying around the ship. He had taken the opportunity to do absolutely nothing, and was quite enjoying himself. He had forgot about the being bored part, though.

He decided to play a little game. Since Ally was out with the flu, everything and everyone seemed to be gone from the lab. Talking with Katherine earlier, he had a feeling he wasn't the only guy on the ship who needed something devious to do once and a while.

Snickering behind a hand, he quickly hacked into the message boards and laid out some pig latin around the border. He muttered as he typed-- it was a bad habit. "Anyone as bored as I am," he drawled along with his typing, "Should report to the labratory immediately. Plotting will ensue." He sat back. Dude, this was going to be interesting, if not anything.

[Hollie Clarke]

If anyone messed with the computer systems, Hollie was the first to know. A loud beep blared in her ear, followed by a 'The system has been compromised.' Compromised how? Be more specific you stupid computer. She tapped at the keyboard for a moment, then got a better piece of feed back, the computer reading the message from the page. Hollie snorted. As much as she didn't appreciate whoever it was in the science department playing with her computer systems, she had to admit, she was tempted to join them.

After chewing on her lip for a moment, she pulled her headphones off and grabbed her pen, heading for the lab. She was there in a matter of minutes, smoothing out the the blue dress she was wearing today before pushing through the door. "Who is the hooligan that hacked the system, huh?" she said, putting on a mock menacing tone, shaking her fist.

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Ollie couldn't help but grin at Hollie growled at him from the doorway. He had known she was blind, but after getting to know her the little that he had, he had decided she could pack a punch. She had earned respect in his books, and he couldn't help but wonder what she would be doing here. This was a call to prank, after all.

He waved his arms dramatically. "That would be me," he called, a chuckle in his voice. "Chief Science Officer Oliver Pratt, at your service." He got up and bowed. "I sent out a desperate plea, which may or may not have been answered, depending on where you stand." Maybe she was a prankster at heart. He would find out, he supposed.

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie could practically hear him beaming from the other side of the room, and a smile spilt across her face, unable to help herself. From what she knew, Ollie was generally a happy person, which was great, because negativity... well, it sucked. "Now I know who must be hung, drawn and quartered!" she said, moving further into the room.

"Your plea has indeed been answered," she said, "by a person who has mercilessly tortured all sorts of authority and fellow foster children in her time. As for where I'm standing, I believe it's by the door, but I can't see, so I could be wrong," she poked her tongue out at him, returning all cheekiness in full flow, no holds barred. It seemed like this was going to be fun, she could forgive him for playing with her pride and joy.

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She smiled, and Ollie relaxed a little. Good. He wasn't exactly in the mood for any talk about respecting the system. She mocked him gently, and walked away from the door. Looks like he had some company. "How awful!" he gasped, taking his hands to his throat. "The dark ages have returned!" It was followed by a chuckle, though. She obviously knew her history.

Ollie raised a brow, nodding his head. "You must be a master practitioner," he said, walking in her direction. He hadn't been a horrible prankster back in his day, but living on the coast, his school had been rather small. The teachers knew enough to let them goof off, and get it out of their system in an intelligent way. "Ooh, someone's brash," he chuckled, as she stuck her tongue out. "And you're more near the prime lab table now. Depth perception is a little off, I see."

He pulled a few tools off the table, and juggled them absent-mindedly. "Now, the fact stands that I am bored, which I'm sure you might be too, and that we are in the middle of a state-of-the-art laboratory. I'm sure between the two of us, we can cause some havoc, no?"

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie snorted with laughter at his extravagant exclamations of doom and gloom. She heard the gasp, but obviously couldn't see any gestures he made, she could just hear the flapping of his arms. "Arr!" she said, "I'll be using ye olde sword to inflict pain like no one has ever felt before in their life!" she continued to threaten him, finding it amusing.

"Indeed, young padawan," she quoted Star Wars like it was common place in her conversations, "my skills in the art of the prank are beyond anything you could ever imagine." The depth perception jab made her outright laugh. She liked this guy! Poking fun at her lack of sight didn't bother her in the slightest, in fact, she revelled in teasing comments and witty banter.

Hearing the faint clinking of tools being moved around quickly and rhythmically, she could only assume he was playing with some of the stuff from the table, juggling maybe? "Ah yes, only in a state-of-the-art laboratory," she said, using the laser pen to find a chair before sitting in it, swivelling round, thinking for a moment. Then she grinned. "You have more than one of these chairs right? And there is a long empty corridor outside..."

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Ollie snorted. "Oh, and then you'll be nicking my booty after, Miss pirate?" he poked. "Well, then, I better be setting up my cannons, then!" Oh, she was funny. Even if he was twisting it somewhat.

He couldn't help but raise a brow as Kenobi quotes suddenly came forth. Oh, she knew Star Wars and pirates? Well, he supposed, the computer geek stereotype was actually quite accurate. And he was one to talk. "Maybe I had better be fearing your lightsaber more than ye olde sword," he prodded. "Or does that laser of yours have a plasma attachment?" Now that would be cool.

As she plopped down in a chair, he could only imagine where she was going with this. "I do," he grinned, trotting over to his office. He gave it a bit of a push start, then hopped up on it, surfing it square into the table. A few things clattered over, and he quickly picked them up. "Should I be painting racing stripes on mine, or war stripes?" he quipped. He had played both variations, and both resulted in just as many bruises.

[Hollie Clarke]

"Nicking your booty?" she pretended to look aghast, "I shan't be going anywhere near your booty, Master Pratt, at least, not yet anyway." She grinned from ear to ear, "your canons! Oh noes! I fear even the strongest of swords be no match for the full velocity of a canon ball!"

Hollie was a geek, so what? Being a geek was so much more fun than being normal. Who wanted to be normal anyway? "Ye olde lightsaber," she said, "lest you forget, Star Wars was set a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away." Chuckling to herself, she said, "oh my God, I wish." That would have been so awesome. "Maybe I can badger one of the engineers into making one."

Ollie got where she was going with this straight away, which made her even happier. "Racing stripes, my friend. As fun as war is, I don't stand a chance, that I fully admit." Fighting blind on a wheely chair was not something she had in mind. She didn't mind wrestling with someone, because she could feel where to hit them, but a wheely chair fight would be too fast and sporadic for her. Wheeling out into the corridor, she wheeled over to the far wall, remembering that this corridor was nice and straight.

"Okay, what's the prize for the winner?" she asked, expecting an intelligent and funny answer.

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Ollie cackled out loud. "Oh, is that the way you took it?" He grinned. "Well, if you can resist my natural boyish charms for that long. I'm told I'm quite a ladies' man, though I'm not sure if that was told with sarcasm or not." Sure, he wasn't exactly the kind of guy ladies fell over, but he wasn't ugly, either. "I meant treasure, though I don't think I have much of that, either."

Ollie grinned. "Well, not an actual cannon ball," he admitted. "The government would be all over me for trying to get one of those. No, I'm stuck with some PVC piping and a bowling ball, I'm afraid. Which actually works quite well." One of his elementary science fair projects had been based around that. He had tested out in a field one day, much to the glee of his classmates.

Ollie nodded in defeat. "You're right, of course. They're so ancient, their milk is still blue and soldiers still whack their heads on doors. Nice dudes." He chuckled, as she plotted to make one. "I'm sure you could find some plans on the interweb somewhere."

Ollie nodded. "Ah, the classics," he quipped. "No depth perception involved, just smashing into a wall and turning 180 degrees. Perfect, hmm?" He pushed his chair out after her, having to keep from rubbing his hands together in glee. This was perfect.

"Hmm... Well..." He mused for a moment. "Well, it'll have to be published, of course. On the message board, probably. And after that..." A wicked thought occurred to him. "Well, we don't have any mission coming up, I've heard, so that'll give some officer plenty of time to clean up his office. Loser takes credit, of course." He looked over. It was a bit of a long shot, but if she was willing...

[Hollie Clarke]

"What can I say? My mind took it's permanent residence in the gutter years ago," she grinned, then laughed. "Natural boyish charms huh? I'll tell you what, ask me again whether I can resist them in five minutes time, that's how long you have to impress me with your marvelous flirting skills and wit." He seemed like the guy to take up a challenge willingly, even if he didn't know whether women were being sarcastic with him or not. Looks didn't matter to her, she couldn't see after all, she had no idea how she looked either.

She snickered at the PVC piping and bowling ball, she could only guess how that ended. "I'm sure it does." Her snicker developed into a laugh, they had actually included that stormtrooper walking into a door frame in the audio description, it was hilarious.

"Of course, as my apparent lack of depth perception would hinder me a little," she continued the joke, smirking at him, "wall crashing is all the rage, don't you know. Especially among mischief makers like ourselves."

Hollie listened to his suggestion, a wide smile slowly spreading over her face. That was far better than anything she could have come up with. "You have a deal," she said, offering him a hand, shaking it hard before pulling her chair into position. "Ready?" she began, prepping with her feet to begin scooting as fast as she could, "set! GO!"

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie snorted. "Comes from all that master pranking, I suppose," he teased her. As she put up her challenge, he raised a brow. He hadn't exercised his flirting skills in a while, and he had to admit, she did seem like a good target. "Well, I think the pretty lady has a deal, then," he teased her, tugging her hair ever so gently. That wasn't part of the flirting, he just felt like tugging her hair.

Ollie nodded sagely. "Knocked a hole in the school's fence," he told her. "Full marks on the assignment, too. Even if I did have to pay for the repairs." He grinned as she laughed at the stormtrooper quip. It was amazing what theatre could do to unite people.

"All the hip young people rave about it," he laughed. "It's destructive, involves speed, and it's hilariously fun. What could be better?" He slapped her hand in agreement, then smiled as she pumped it vigorously. He rattled her arm jokingly, then got set on his chair.

"Hey!" he yelled, scooting as fast as he could when she called the countdown. "No fair! That was way too fast!" When he got close enough, he shoved at her chair, only to send himself careening into one of the computers. He couldn't help but roar with laughter. He shot himself off the wall, intent on keeping up.

[Hollie Clarke]

"But of course," she said in a faux French accent, pretending to look innocent before smiling widely at him. She wasn't entirely sure how having a dodgy brain and pulling pranks went hand in hand, but she went with it. "Ooh, pretty lady, good start," she teased him right back, reaching up to poke him gently on the nose after he tugged her hair.

Hollie let out a loud 'HA!' before dissolving into laughter, partly because of what he'd said, but also because of her outburst there. "Congratulations," she giggled, "I'm sure your parents were proud as punch when you walked in and told them that you'd demolished someone's fence."

Her chair wobbled as he shook her arm, and she cackled as he complained about her being to fast. "You snooze you lose!!" she said, her chair spinning a little as he pushed against it, but she managed to keep on track, charging off down the corridor at a high speed.

She had no damn idea where she was going, all she had to do was reach the end wall before Ollie, and without being sabotaged. There was a great cry of 'hey!' from some bewildered person as she flashed past, and she just giggled in response, figuring she must be close to the finish line by now. "I'm going to win!" she shouted back to Ollie.

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Ollie chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment," he grinned, tweaking her nose. He had a feeling this was going to turn into a nose fight. Ah well. It'd be a good nose fight. "Your depth perception is back," he grinned. "You actually found my nose."

Ollie shrugged. "Well, my mum passed away when I was little, so I wouldn't know," he admitted. Better she knew than to hide it. "My dad just told me to pay it off. He did seem impressed with it, though. We used it for snowballs in the winter. The neighbours never saw it coming." Winters on the coast were amazing, no matter whatever those people said.

"Not if I can do anything about it!" he roared back. He levered himself off the wall, spinning into her chair. "Aaahhh..." he groaned as she hit the wall before him. "I think you won that time." He shoved off the wall. "The pretty talented winning lady, now. How much better can you get?" He had a feeling he didn't want an answer for that. But, then again... Maybe he did.

[Hollie Clarke]

"You're the one who's supposed to be complimenting me," she chuckled, opting to tickle behind his ear instead this time - it wasn't too hard to find once you'd located one part of the face. "Your nose isn't too hard to find," she said, poking fun at him with an adorable giggle and smile.

Ooh. Hollie hadn't been expecting that one, but no matter, she knew now and she'd be a little more careful in future. He recovered well, she had to admit. Laughing, she said, "the advantage to being blind is that people never expect anything around you, especially not snowballs in the face. It's always been a delight hearing their gasps of surprise," she grinned.

Ollie bashing into her chair gave him the extra push she needed to reach the finish line first. She threw her arms into the air, doing a small victory dance, "ha ha!" Rolling towards the sound of his voice, she grabbed his chair to steady herself. "Guess we know who won't be trashing that office," she grinned, "not the pretty talented winning lady, no sir." She was going to one-up his statement. It had to have been five minutes by now, but she didn't know whether he dared to ask.

"Better luck next time," she said, patting him on the knee, before spinning her chair around a couple of times, enjoying the dizzy sensation that followed.

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Ollie couldn't help but sputter a little as she got him behind the ear. "That's not nice," he grinned, both at the tickling and the nose comment. "Now I'll have to be ungentlemanly and get you back." He went for the spot just under her arm, where most people were ticklish. That ought to do the trick.

Ollie raised a brow. Hollie seemed to be quite self-reliant, and very sure of herself. That was new-- in a good way, of course. "It is," he admitted with a grin. "We used to go out in his boat and launch them across at the other fishermen we knew. They never saw it coming." He grinned. He and his dad always had good times.

Ollie sighed. "Well, I guess the pretty talented winning lady wouldn't have, anyways," he admitted. "Too innocent and sweet to trash someone's office, wouldn't you say?" He grinned. "Or are my five minutes up?" He stuck his tongue between his teeth.