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

[Hollie Clarke]

"Who said I was nice?" she grinned, preparing for whatever he was going to try next. "Ungentlemanly? But surely that's not possible, not for you." But it was, he went for the skin under her arm and she let out a frightening girly giggle as she squirmed away, grabbing his arm so he'd stop. "No fair!"

Ollie just kept making her laugh, she hadn't stopped laughing pretty much since she'd walked into the lab. It was great. "Ooh," she said. She probably never would have thought of something like that, the boat was an unstable element that would have her thrown her off guard anyway. "You know, I've never actually been out on a boat," she didn't know what sort of reaction that would get. It sounded like his Dad was a fisherman, so he'd probably been out on boats a lot.

Hollie snorted when he called her too sweet and innocent to trash someone's office. "I think your five minutes are up," she said, shaking her head as she laughed. "And you are talking to the girl that used to give eleven year old hormonal boys swirlies," she grinned. "It will be more fun, however, watching you take the blame for the trashing. I plan to tease you mercilessly."

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie couldn't help but chuckle. "Is too fair," he countered, letting his other arm go for her side. "You asked for it..." He couldn't help but laugh. He'd had his friends, which were like siblings, but he hadn't had a tickle war in ages. It was a lot more fun than he remembered.

Ollie couldn't help but start. "No boating?" he asked. Growing up on a boat, he assumed most people had. "That must be a crime! No waterskiing, races, fishing... Remind me to nag the engineers about one. We'll have you on a boat next shore leave. I think you'll like it." Boating had always been a favorite pass time of his.

"Well, I better watch out," Ollie laughed. "I'd rather not get my head stuck in a toilet, if I go over my five minutes." He had no doubt she would go through with it, too. "You just enjoy laughing at us males, don't you?" he asked. "Even if we are an easy target."

[Hollie Clarke]

"Noooo!" Hollie cried again as he managed to get her other side, it wasn't fair at all as she couldn't see where he was going to tickle her. She was combat ready, but tickling was another matter. She tugged him closer on his wheely chair, deciding to fight back. His ribs were the perfect place for a counter attack and she went for them, giggling at his tickling all the way.

"Nope, no boating," she confirmed, and she could tell instantly that he was suprised, like she thought he'd be. Letting out a laugh, she said, "would you really trust me in a race with a boat?" she said before realising that they probably had sophiscated enough systems that would help her sail, if a human being wouldn't do it for her. She had a feeling Ollie probably would help her if she wanted, just imagining the feeling of being out there on the water was making the hairs on her arms stand on end. "Definitely," she grinned.

"I know know whether we'd fit your head in a toilet," Hollie said, pretending to think about it, putting a finger to her lip, "but we could always try it out." Ha! He'd hit the nail right on the head. "How ever did you guess?" she said with a grin, "but I think you'll pleased to know that I've mostly been laughing with you, not at you. I'd say about 60/40 either way."

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie let out a sputter as she got his ribs. "Bah!" His laughs were always weird. Grabbing her chair to make sure she couldn't wheel off, he got the back of her knee. He didn't think he was consciously tickling anymore, he was just shaking from the uncontrollable laughter. She seemed to be having fun, though.

Ollie snickered. "If your boating is as good as your wheely-chairing, then I'm sure you'd do fine. Then again, wheely-chairing isn't a word, so I don't know. Maybe not." He tugged her ear amusedly, letting her know he was teasing. Her wit was sharp, but he was getting pretty close to the sweet little lady inside. It was a refreshing change.

"Will you test it with a computer diagram, or perhaps a small-scale test first?" he asked, raising his brows. "It would give me enough time to run away screaming." He had a feeling that would make her laugh.

He laughed as she confirmed his suspicions. "Well, that's a bit of a relief. I was beginning to worry I'd grown a large red nose, or that you'd dyed my hair rainbow colors. Forget the shoes, though. I don't need any help tripping over my own feet." He pushed at the doors with his sneakers, only to find it was a pull door. Rolling his eyes, he pulled it open, and scooted to the edge, meaning to hold it open. Instead, the heavy metal rocketed him across the lab. "That's fun!" he called with a laugh. "Try it!"

[Hollie Clarke]

They were both going to end up on the floor if they weren't careful, both tickling each other and giggling, it probably sounded like they wee high or something. "No, no, no!" she breathed in between laughs, "not there! I'm so - ahhhhh - ticklish - ahhhh!" Trying to speak just made her laugh more, and she found she couldn't tickle any more she was laughing so much.

Hollie snorted as he tugged her ear, "I dunno, I think you should petition to have wheely-chairing added to the dictionary," she said, "or maybe you could just hack in and add it yourself. You seem to be good at that," she teased him back, sticking her tongue out at him again like a five year old.

Ollie was right, Hollie burst into laughter again, just the idea of Ollie running away screaming making her crease up. "It'd have to be a spur of the moment thing, for sure," she said, "we don't want you escaping, now, do we? Then what would be the point." She patted him on the cheek, grinning.

"All of that would have been pointless anyway," she pointed out, hearing him open the door, scooting forwards. She chortled with laughter as he called back to her, and reached for the door handle. "If this ends in disaster, I know who to blame." Shuffling through the door, she let it go, it hitting her chair, sending her shooting in Ollie's direction. Unfortunately, as she couldn't see where he was, her chair crashed into his and they were both sent careering to the floor, a pile of limbs and wheely chairs.

[somerandomhippie2]

As Hollie gave up and simply howled, Ollie decided to stop eventually. "Aww, now it's just me," he told her with a mock sigh. "That's not fun at all, ticklish lady." He gave her one last poke in the ribs, and sat back smugly. "I win this time, it seems."

Ollie made a snatch for her tongue, just about grabbing it. She was too quick, though. "I have a feeling Webster's wouldn't have quite as complex firewalls as you," he snickered. "I had to shut down my chess game to get in, and on a check." Not like he hadn't beaten the computer before. "Don't worry, I've had lots of practice. I'd be in and out, like a ninja." He did his ninja-on-a-wheely-chair impersonation, which involved him falling off. "Anyways, I'll add that to my to-do list," he finished, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm enough like a clown anyways," he told her. "And it worked fine for me, you'd have no one but yourself to blame." His eyes widened as the chair rocketed towards him, and he flew backwards. He ended up with his head on the backrest, upside down, Hollie sprawled somewhere on top of him. He chortled, not sure whether his face was scrunched up in hilarity or pain. "Fallen for my natural boyish charm already, Miss Depth Perception?"

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie managed to calm down enough to let out a "pfffft," then, "fine, fine, I'll give you this victory seeing as you're in for the wrath of one of the other officers later. Remember me fondly, won't you?" she smirked at him before grinning, she was so kind, and sarcastic.

She made a bleh sound when he tried to grab her tongue, "cheeky," she said, before looking aghast at what he said next. "Oi you," she said, but struggled for a comeback with that one, there wasn't anything she could say that wouldn't inflate his ego. "Well, at least you have lower expectations of them, I suppose that makes me feel a little better." All the same, she stuck her nose in the air indignantly, pretending to be miffed with him.

Hollie was splayed across what she could only assume was Ollie's chest and hip, her legs tangled up in her chair, one of her boots half off, and the strap of her dress hanging off her shoulder. After a moment of stunned silence, she burst into laughter, wheezing through the pain. That was nothing short of spectacular.

She let out a particularly loud snort when he asked whether she's fallen for his boyish charm already, but when she thought about it... she had, actually. "What, throwing myself at you wasn't clear enough?" Hollie joked, trying to push herself up with her arm, only to find that she couldn't actually move, falling back against him. "Looks like we might be stuck here," she snickered.

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie beamed back at her. "Of course," he assured her. "You'll be that pretty, winning, lovely lady who got me into this whole mess. Write my epitaph, won't you?" He mimed falling to the floor, then straightened.

"Well, of course," he grinned. "I would expect no less from a computer specialist. They wouldn't stand a chance against your superior technological skills, I'm sure." He tugged at her ear again. It seemed to be a bit of a habit now.

Ollie snickered. He was probably red right now. "Just wanted to make sure," he told her. Now that you mention it, this is actually pretty comfy." He stretched, freeing his left arm to put it and the other behind his head. He snoozed for a minute, trying to decide whether he should get up or stay like this. He had to admit, it was nice. Still... "We aren't going to get any pranking done like this, I guess," he admitted. He got himself sitting up, then hoisted Hollie us with him. "Bit easier now," he beamed.

[Hollie Clarke]

"Ooh, we've added lovely to the list," she grinned, making a mental note for later, giggling when he said that she had got him into this mess in the first place. "I think you'll find that you were the one who suggested trashing someone's office, I merely agreed to it. And, you were the one who lost, not me. I'll be sure to mention that in your obituary." Giving him a toothy fake grin, she tried not to dissolve into laughter again. She couldn't see any of the gestures or facial expressions, but she was sure they were amusing.

As he tugged her ear this time, she was ready for it, and she turned to lick his finger for doing so, smirking at him. "I bet you just loved having some of my slobber there," she said.

Hollie couldn't tell whether Ollie was embarrassed right now or not, she was doing her best to keep the blush from her cheeks. "Mmmm," she agreed, even if she was in a somewhat awkward position. At least he had flattened out so his hip wasn't poking her rib. "Much more comfortable than a bed," she said, patting his chest lightly, closing her eyes, "I'll have to remember this for future reference."

"True," Hollie agreed with a sigh, glad to have the help when Ollie placed her back on her feet, the one boot off. "How did that even happen?" she frowned, then snorted a little, feeling around for the boot with her foot before it got cold.

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie grinned, though he made a mental note to smack his brain around a little later. "Have we? I thought that would have been made obvious earlier. Ah well." He sighed dramatically. "Well, if you insist," he agreed. "As much as I would have loved a little niceties at my own funeral, if the truth must prevail, so be it. I suppose the justice system would want it that way." Argumentative little bunch, they were. They'd smack his dead body if not, he supposed.

"You remind me of the dock dog," Ollie chortled. "You both tried to get me wet, too-- you with swirlies, him trying to shove me off the dock. Glad I'm so well appreciated." He wiped it on her shoulder, poking her teasingly. "Returned to sender, Merry Christmas."

He raised a brow. "Future reference? Are you planning to knock me off a wheely chair later, in my sleep? In case your own bunk, for some reason, gets turned into a conference room or something?" He chuckled. "You'll have to share with my teddy bear, then," he teased. "He's already called dibs, unless you two can work something out."

"Don't ask me," he snorted. "I'm a physicist, not a fashion designer. Or a cobbler." He picked up the boot, which was actually quite far away, and stuck it on her arm. "There you go," he grinned. "Now, just a minute..."

He trotted over to his desk, grabbing his sling-over bag and dumping out on his desk. Knick-knacks clattered out, including dismantled chess pieces, little bits of wire, a deck of cards, and a pen he'd been searching for. He scooped up his camera, sticking it in his pocket, and tapped Hollie on the shoulder. "Shall we head down to the kitchen?" he asked mischievously.

[Hollie Clarke]

"Oliver Pratt," Hollie's mouth fell open, "you did not just liken me to a dog." She gave him a dig in the shoulder, shaking her shoulder. "Gentlemanly my butt, she chortled, "I may have to team up with this dog, see if we can't succeed in his original plan! You won't know what hit you."

Hollie laughed. The future reference line hadn't actually meant to come out of her mouth, but now she had to deal with it, without embarrassment. "I'll have to have a talk with your teddy bear, tell him what you just said to me! I'm sure he'll see fit to give you up for one night. Or, maybe he'll join my ever expanding team, and as you're flailing around in the water, you'll see him lining up on the dock with me and the dog, pointing and laughing!"

"Oh, how helpful," she said sarcastically, shaking her head, "now, not only am I blind, but I have a boot for an arm. You've turned me into some sort of mutant!" Rather than risk walking round lop sided and possibly bashing into things, she pulled the boot off her arm, and yanked it back on her foot before realising her sock was scrunched up in the bottom of the boot. "Ugh." She took the boot off, tossing it gently out of the way, then took the other off too, deciding to go bare foot. She'd live. Even if she just shrunk a couple of inches.

"The kitchen, sure?" she reached out towards him, linking her arm with his before actually thinking for a moment, "hang on a sec, you're not going to trash the kitchen, are you? For one thing, Alex is one of the nicest guys on this ship, and, two, we have to eat," she poked him in the shoulder, hoping that wasn't what he was thinking.

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie couldn't help but laugh as Hollie's mouth dropped to the floor. Oh, she was funny when she was indignant. "Don't worry, there's differences too," he assured her. "Like the fact that he actually succeeded earlier." He jumped back as she dug a poke into his shoulder. "Me, not a gentleman? You're one to be talking," he scoffed, tugging her ear again. "You may look pretty, but you're devious underneath, it seems."

Ollie sighed. "I think I've lost already," he moaned. "My own teddy bear, turn against me? It seems I'm no match for your extreme-all-powerful-overlord skills." He brought said teddy out from his desk, plopping him up on top of his computer. "I suppose you'll need a little fresh air before you try to shove me off a dock."

Ollie grinned. "Hey, I just gave you your boot back. You did the depth perception all by yourself, miss." He poked her nose, then, scrunching up his nose, stepped back. "Your boots must be extremely big," he muttered, looking down a little more than he was accustomed to.

Ollie mocked indignation of his own. "What do you take me for?" he asked, play-offended. "Alex is lovely, plus a whiz with food. Never. No, I was thinking we could just pop down for a snack, and to pick up a few... supplies." He nudged her side. "Anyways, onto more important topics. Which officer, would you say, is in need of a little spice in their life? Or their office, for that matter?"

[Hollie Clarke]

”It’s times like these when I wish I could glare,” she said, frowning at the floor, probably, ”the only difference being that he succeeded. Well, when I have your head down the toilet and my hand on the handle, you won’t be so cheeky, will you?” He’d moved so she couldn’t poke him again. ”And, you see, I don’t have to be gentlemanly. Because I’m female,” she pointed out, sticking out her tongue at him again.

”Of course not!” she declared, hearing him rustling around in his desk, ”cue evil laughter.” She could only assume he’d gone into the desk for the teddy, so she reached out blindly with her hands, clutching at the air, obviously wanting the bear. ”Gimme,” she said, ”come to me loyal subject. I will take good care of you; feed you cookies, and all that jazz.”

Hollie jumped slightly when he poked her on the nose, and tried to get him back, but wisely, he had moved. ”Curses,” she muttered. It was times like these when being blind wasn’t really all that great. Part of her really wanted to be able to see the chaos that they were about to cause, and had caused already. She also wanted to see all these gestures she’d heard Ollie making. They would be so much funnier if she could see them.

”You really don’t want me to answer that question,” Hollie smirked, letting him continue. ”Of course, food is definitely a must after wheely chair races. All that scuttling makes a person hungry.” She nudged him return, before chuckling. ”Hmm, good question. I’m not sure about spice, but I know who we would get the best reaction out of, a video worthy one no less,” she grinned, ”Will Blake.”

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie chuckled, shaking his head. "Touchee," he admitted. "Plus, he had a few years to warm up, and a much lighter me to contend with. I wasn't quite this buff when I was ten, you know." He flexed, and frowned. "If I ever got buff, that is." He snorted. "Oh, well, pardon me, Miss Depth Perception," he said grandly. "I'll correct myself-- you may seem ladylike, but you're just a little rebel underneath. Rebel scum," he added, in his best Tarkin impersonation.

"And the organ, don't forget the organ," he reminded her. "Evil laughs are always more effective during thunderstorms, in a church with an organ. Very creepy stuff, dude." Hollie waved her arms, calling for his teddy. "Cookies?" he asked, in his best ventriloquist voice. He handed the bear over. "He's Jack," he told her, in his regular speech. "Be nice, he's as old as I am, which is really old in bear years. He's best buddies with the sewing ladies at my childhood church." He snuffled the teddy's nose against her ear.

He held back a laugh as she grumbled at him, being out of her reach. It was quite possible she was the most fun girl he had ever met. Very, very possible. He couldn't wait to get on with the prank, if only to make her laugh her pretty laugh some more. "Boo," he said cheerily, putting his face rather close to hers. His grin was silly, closed-eyed and tight-lipped. "Still here!"

Ollie rolled his eyes, huffing, but waited for her to give her opinion. It made him chuckle with excitement, much like Santa. "Miss Hollie 'Depth-Perception' Sampson, you are the most devious, rebellious, evil, prank-loving woman I've ever met in my entire life. I may have to send you flowers or something." He snickered as she got him in the ribs, then tugged her along. "Let's go load up," he suggested evilly.

They got to the kitchen, where Ollie proceeded to make himself a sandwich. "Okay," he started, once his mouth was properly full. "What is your item of choice for this lovely prank-fest on our favorite engineer?" he asked, peeking in the fridge. "Lovely Alex was kind enough to leave all sorts of things at our disposal. Bite?" He held his sandwich out to her.

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie laughed, "I could tell you whether you got buff or not, but that would require feeling you up. I've already thrown myself at you today, I'm not sure you could handle any more excitement," she teased, following a completely different line of conversation after his teasing of her. "Rebel scum I can deal with," she said, "but being compared to a dog, pfft. You wound me, fair Oliver." All of this was said with a smirk she just couldn't keep from her face.

"Of course!" she facepalmed overexaggeratedly, "how could I forget the organ music? The thunder is nearly always followed by rain as well, because then the evil is damp and creepy. Ten times more terrifying that way." Ollie's teddy found its way into her waiting arms and she pulled him close, holding him gently. "Arr, Jack, ye be an olde teddy bear?" she said, feeling the need to put on a pirate voice while stroking its head gently. "I bet he was quite the charmer, had those ladies in a complete tizzy."

She started, shaking her head as he surprised her. "Good to know," she said, putting a hand on his forehead and pushing it down, messing up his thick hair, chuckling. Hollie hadn't had this much fun with anyone in ages. Ollie didn't seem to care in the slightest that she was the way she was; her blindness didn't stop him from being completely and utterly ridiculous and making her laugh over and over again. She was surprised her face wasn't aching by now with all the smiling. She could definitely get used to having him around.

"You're going to run the depth-perception thing into the ground," she told him, shaking her head a little as he continued. Dipping low, she curtseyed, "why thank you, Monsieur Pratt. Ditto. Except for the woman part," she snickered then grinned at him, trotting after him down the corridor as they headed to the kitchen.

Ollie wasted no time once they arrived, leaving Hollie by one of the counters as he moved around, making something to eat and concocting a plan. "Hmmm," Hollie stroked her chin in mock deep thought, "something that'll make a lot of mess, obviously." Actually thinking for a moment, she snorted with laughter at the thought, then said, "there isn't any whipped cream in there, is there?" she asked, continuing to snicker. Ollie was so going to get hurt for this. "Oh, yes," her hands found his, and she took a larger bite than she meant to. "Oopth," she said with a full mouth, pushing the stray bread into her mouth.