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

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie actually had to laugh out loud at that. "Oh, you know us adolescent boys. Just a little look, and we go off the rocker. My testosterone is already boiling." He was quite impressed that he managed to keep a straight face, much less sound sarcastic. He was getting better at this. "Well, she was quite a lovely dog," he insisted. "Little Lab, sat on my dad's boat, helped me study for my English tests. I owe my not failing high school to that dog, you should take it as a compliment." He tugged at her bangs affectionately. "Though I must admit, your hair is considerably better-brushed."

"Most damp people are evil and creepy," Ollie agreed. "Keeps them nice and clean evil people too, instead of just gross, creepy people. Plus, learning music is always a bonus." Hollie cuddled Jack, and he felt the need to smile. Adorable. "He got more ladies than me, which most people can boast, actually," he laughed. "They all seemed to go for his scruffy, bad-teddy look. Don't know why, he's just a softy." He patted the bear absent-mindedly.

Ollie sputtered, laughing silently as she mussed up his hair. She didn't seem to mind that he was a complete and utter fool-- in fact, they hadn't stopped laughing the minute she'd shown up. He'd heard some people and their apprehensions of her, seeing as she was diabled-- no, that wasn't even a good word. She wasn't disabled at all. In fact, she was a lot more capable than a lot of people he had met. He reached up, fluffing her pretty gold hair. He hadn't laughed this much in ages.

Ollie sighed. "That's old news now, is it? Well, I better start looking around for a new nickname, hmm?" He laughed as she got out of calling him a girl. "I sure hope so." He nudged her playfully, then tugged her down the hall.

She gleefully took a bite of his sandwich, taking more than he thought was possible for her jaw span. "Oops is right, Miss Chipmunk," he snickered. "Stocking up for the winter, are you?" He dug around in the fridge. "Your wish has been granted, whipped cream is here!" He dug a couple cans out of the back. "Ooh, nice and fresh. Sure to make a mess." He plopped them on the counter next to her, before digging around in the fridge for himself. Oooh..." he crooned, as he spotted a large container on one of the shelves. "Buttercream frosting, come come come..." He pulled the big plastic jar out, scooping a finger in for himself. "Good stuff," he grinned. "Very, very sticky."

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie positively hooted with laughter, covering her mouth with her hand when she realised just how loud she'd been, her laugh echoing a little around the room. She loved the way he just took whatever she said and ran with it. "Seriously, I'm surprised you haven't started doing all sorts of manly male displays of prowess and skill, if that's the case, trying to impress me, the pretty lady." People had told her she was pretty, she would never be sure. "Oh, well then," she snorted and shook her head, "I shall take it as a compliment. And I do need to meet this dog someday, my partner in crime." She grinned as he tugged at her hair.

"It's hard not to be evil and creepy when you're damp," she said, "it doesn't exactly put you in the best of moods, no matter your musical talent." She couldn't see his reaction to her cuddling the teddy, but the following line about his 'bad-teddy look' made her completely crease up. Wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, she patted the teddy as well. "Scoring more ladies than Ollie here? Well done Jack, you marvelous bear, I would have thought that would have been quite a feat, but Ollie here doesn't sound so sure. How could people not fall for his wit and charm? It baffles me." She turned Jack in Ollie's direction and made him shake his little head. "See, he doesn't know why either."

Hollie liked the feel of his hand against her hair, is was endearing rather than patronising, and she construed it positively instead of negatively. There was just something about him, you couldn't not be happy in his presence, he wouldn't allow it.

"Miss Chipmunk? Oh Jesus, go back to the old one!" she laughed, not particularly liking the new nickname that he'd just thought of; hopefully it wouldn't stick. "Yay!" she exclaimed when he told her the good news. "Oh, and he rhymes too. I hope Jack is taking note." She picked up one of the cans and shook her head. Part of her couldn't believe that they were actually going to do this, but most of her was excited. He was going to get into so much trouble, it was going to be spectacular. "Ooooooh," Hollie mimicked as he said the words 'buttercream frosting', "me, me! I want some!" she bounced like a five year old, trying not to laugh at herself.

[somerandomhippie2]

Hollie's laughter bouncing around the room made Ollie grin from ear to ear. He didn't know why. "Give me a break. I've gotten a little more self-control since I was fifteen. Back then, I don't know how you would have faired." He snickered. "Unless you really require it, in which case, I'll do my best." He shrugged. "I wish you could too," he admitted. "Still, she was old, and she's better off now. And I suppose I have pictures back home somewhere." Poor gal.

"Not unless you have a raincoat on," Ollie pointed out. "In that case, you can point and laugh maniacally at the saps who don't. All evil geniuses know it pays to think ahead." He tapped his noggin, then patted Jack's. "I think it's the inherent clumsiness that off-sets the ladies," he admitted. "I'm built for boats, unlike you landlubbers. If the floor's not pitching, I am. Thanks for the confidence, though. Hug for the bear." He squeezed the bear affectionately. "And... bear hug!" He picked Hollie up off the floor, bear and all, spinning her around before letting her back on the ground, releasing his crushing grip. He couldn't help smiling. Hollie was the perfect size for bear hugs, it was almost meant to be.

Ollie snorted, chuckling. "What?" he asked. "Chipmunks are cool. They're fuzzy, bold, and they've got their own musical TV series. That must amount to something." He raised a brow. "Jack, take notes? He's probably too busy playing hooky with his teddy friends, riding motorcycles and polishing his sunglasses. And eating junk food. Jack enjoys his junk food." He snickered as Hollie bounced around, excited at the prospect of buttercream frosting. He stuffed the container in her hands. "Not too much, though. We still have to save some for Mr. Willie, remember?" Oh, he was going to be dead for this. Again. Still though, better than sitting around playing chess with himself. Much better.

[Hollie Clarke]

"Just, just a little," she said in a cutesy low voice, holding up two fingers, pinching them together to show just how small the amount was, "and unless you really want to, no, my needs are much smaller. No fancy displays, just sugar and a foot rub, and I'm all set," she concluded with a grin. She gasped, "no! My partner in crime can't be gone already! I didn't get a chance to meet the old girl!" She let her bottom lip jut out into a pout. "Sniffle."

Hollie snorted. "Or umbrellas. They double as handy extendable poking rods. A lot more effective than some flimsy waterproofed material. You can't exactly torture someone with the velcro fastenings. Or, can you?" she raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at her own ridiculous suggestion. "Well you're in luck, I can't see any of said inherent clumsiness, and if I'm wearing my headphones, I don't stand a chance of hearing you either. I can be completely oblivious," she grinned. "And you're welcome, I'm here to be secretly devious and yet fully complimentary." Hollie let out a shriek, then a loud giggle as he spun her round, setting her back on her feet. "Whoa," she wobbled a little, grabbing his arm so she didn't fall on her ass. "Cursed landlubber legs."

"Why yes, of course, I should be honoured to be compared to a chipmunk, along with a dog," she said, "because hey, at least the chipmunks sing," she said, singing the last word of her sentence in her wonderful voice. Yes, she took pride in her singing, she loved it. "That rebel, Jack. I'm surprised he didn't try and leap from my arms when I hugged him, that must have been so embarrassing!" The butter cream tub found her hands, and she immediately dipped her finger in. "Mmmmmmmmm," she said, taking another finger full before putting it away, not wanting to eat the whole lot. "Mr Willie," she snorted, "I could have choked on the buttercream then laid dying on the floor, the last words I heard having been a euphemism linked with our chief engineer. I'd turf up at the gates of heaven scarred for all eternity!"

"Now, are you ready to go have some more fun?"

[somerandomhippie2]

"Ooh, thanks for the continued confidence," Ollie snorted. "Especially in my maturity." Not that there was much there to put confidence in. "Oh, you want the sweets, do you? Those candy and chocolate people? Or do you have a preference?" He poked her stomach teasingly. "I'm surprised your belly's not bigger, with all the sweets you must get from your gentlemen suitors." He shrugged. "Ah, well, that's life. That's what all the people say, anyways."

Ollie snorted. "Ooh, velcro, scary. Much more scary than a long stick with an attached canopy. Maybe it's like the Chinese Water Torture or whatever. Drive you mad from making the annoying sound in your ear all day." He grinned-- whether it was from fake relief or real, he couldn't tell. "Well, then, I guess my secret's safe," he grinned. "Though I'm glad you have your life's purpose worked out already. Perhaps you should coach life classes. 'Reveal Your Life's Purpose, I Will' or something catchy like that." He spread his arms wide for dramatic effect. "You silly landlubbers," he teased, holding her shoulder gently. "Can't stand on your own two feet."

He applauded her singing, working around the buttercream frosting. "They're a little higher, I think, but just as lovely. Operatic chipmunks." He snorted. "I think Jack just likes the ladies. All the rebels go after the ladies, you know. Need someone to sit on the back of the motorcycle." He grinned, tongue in teeth, as she scooped up the frosting. "Perhaps Free Willie would be more appropriate. Or Mad Willie, for that matter." He popped the lid back on the buttercream frosting, stuffing it and the whipped cream back in his back sneakily. "Off we go, then," he grinned, offering Hollie an arm again.

He tried to look cool and natural as they made their way down to the engineering deck. Checking over his shoulder, he side-stepped into William Blake's office, the door clicking closed behind them. He got the supplies out of the bag. "Have fun," he grinned. "I think I'm going to start with icing up his chair. Maybe the computer, too." He popped the lid off, and took some icing out, plastering it along the armrests.

[Hollie Clarke]

"You're welcome," she grinned. To be fair, Hollie's maturity level was probably on par with Ollie's right now. She was being so incredibly childish, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. "When does anyone in their right mind not want sweets?" she said, "mmm, both, and yet... chocolate... no, bah, I can't decide! Let's stick with both." He prodded her stomach and she sucked it in, not that there wasn't any particular way of making herself even thinner. "Sweets from gentleman suitors," she snorted loudly, "yeah, right." In truth, as flirty as she was, she tended to shun men... and people in general. Mostly because she was afraid of them leaving her.

"'Long stick with an attached canopy' just isn't as catchy as 'umbrella', I can see why they went in a different direction," she smirked, "or, grating the velcro along someone's skin. Oooh," she made herself shudder, "nasty." She shook her head at him waffling on about purpose and life coaching and so on. "Yes oh wise Yoda, of course." His hand kept her in place, steady on her own two feet. Phew.

Hollie laughed, "well, I could sing like this," she said in a nasally, high pitched voice, "but you'd probably want to velcro your own ears off by the end of it." She chuckled, "that bear. I'd better watch out for myself, or I'll be on the back of the motorcycle, riding off in the sunset before I know it." He continued with the Will stuff, and she covered her ears. "Nooo, it burrrnnnnsss!"

Ollie was obviously taking it at a cool and collected place, no doubt trying to look innocent on his way to wreck Will's office. They arrived, and Hollie stood in the doorway, making sure that Ollie had moved into the room before finding the control panel at the wall, switching the security off using a general clearance code. "Now he won't know that I had anything to do with it," she grinned, moving further into the room. "Make sure to get the seat of his chair," she said, imagining the hilarity that would ensue if he sat on it. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and ambled around the room, spraying whatever she could find; discs, the chair in the corner of the room, swirled it all around the trunk of the plastic potted plant, snickering all the way until the can ran out.

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie considered for a while. "November first," he finally concluded. "If you did Halloween properly, then you should wince upon seeing anything moderately sugary. At least, that's the way I did it." Halloween was one of the best days of the ear. Ever. "Half and half?" he joked, "Or do you want double helpings? Or, even better, chocolate-coated candy?" Now that would be good. His stomach pouted in the realization that he didn't have any at the moment. "That's why we worship the chefs, I suppose." He snickered. "Oh, I'm sure strong women appeal to most men. Unless they actually took the hint when you flushed them. We generally don't, as a gender group." Well, Ollie tried, he really did. Women were just incredibly cryptic.

"Oh, but I enjoy 'long stick with an attached canopy'," Ollie protested. "It has a nice ring to it. Long stick with an attached canopy. Long stick with an attached canopy. Long stick wi-- aaahhh... Okay, maybe not." Tongue-twisters weren't exactly his thing. He winced. "That would be classified as velcro burn. Uhg. Right up there with rope burn, carpet burn, and the annoying burn the wannabe gangsters try and trash-talk. Just plain annoying." He hunched over with a grin, as she drawled, calling him Yoda. "A little more respect for your scientist, you should exercise, young Padawan," he croaked. "Humbleness is necessary as a Jedi."

Ollie snorted. "Frog with a head cold," he teased. "Yoda with a head cold, maybe. That would be interesting to see, come and think of it..." He mused for a minute. "Then again, Jedi don't really seem to get sick. Guess it's a Jedi thing. And no, my ears are not made of Velcro. Nor would that be very cool. It'd just be inconvenient. Especially if you lost one." He 'ooh'ed, splaying his arms wide. "Just like a Hollywood movie," he insisted. "The bear gets the girl in the end, and they ride off into the sunset happily ever after. How cliche." He grinned. "Just like Free Willie." He sighed, as she squealed unhappily. "Fine, I will stop trying to enrich your childhood with classic movies. Sorry I tried to make your life better." He was getting much better at this sarcasm thing.

He snickered, stretching to get some more of the ceiling. This was a rather good workout. "Always good to stay safe," he snickered. "Wouldn't want him ruining our bet, now, would we?" He scooted the chair to the left a little, surf-board style, where he could get around the lighting. "As soon as I'm done standing on it," he assured Hollie. "I wouldn't want to miss that."

After he finished, he jumped off and covered the chair with a thin layer-- less noticeable, but just as sticky. "Now," he called, licking the icing off his hands contentedly, "This looks lovely. So lovely, in fact, I think everyone on the message board should be able to watch an uploaded video, imported from my cameral which is conveniently in my pocket." He wiped his hands on his pants, then pulled it out with a devilish grin. "How good of a cinematographer would you happen to be, Miss Sampson?"

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie clicked her fingers together and shook her head. "Ah, you're right there. Except, with me, it's the smell. I can't come within about fifty feet of the stuff after Halloween otherwise..." she pulled a face, "I begin to turn the colour of Yoda." As for the chocolate-coated candy, "that sound sickenly delightful, we'll have to find some," she grinned. She relied a lot on her senses of taste and smell for enjoyment value. Her favourite smell was fresh brewing coffee. "Oh! I knew I was doing something wrong," she said, shaking her head at herself, "flushing their heads down the toilet scare men off, right, I'll remember that for next time." She smirked, "your head might be safe after all." She didn't want Ollie running off anywhere.

She let out a laugh about all the different burns. "The last one is the worst, worse than all the others put together." And she couldn't see how ridiculous they looked when they talked like that. The Yoda thing made her giggle, "you sounded just like him," she couldn't stop herself from saying that. "I never said your ears were made of velcro," she pointed about, "but with your mishearing, maybe they are?" she stroked her chin, pretending to look like she was considering it. "That wasn't what you were doing and you know it," she gave him a light shove, "you were infecting my brain with horrendous thoughts about our Chief Engineer. You don't have to work with the guy, I do!"

"Indeed," she said, "I'd much rather he didn't come after me with the leftover cream once he's done tearing you limb from limb," she poked her tongue out at him. She giggled evilly when he said about the video, then sighed. "Ollie, dear, it's sort of hard to be a cinematographer when you can't see to line up the shot or sort out the lighting." Shaking her head, she said, "I don't know," teasingly. Really, it didn't bother her. She was used to people making gaffes around her all the time, when you got into the fun of something, it was hard to remember that she couldn't actually see. Sometimes it felt like she could with all her other senses making up for the missing one. "You, on the other hand, Mr. Mischief, would be a great cinematopher... for pranks anyway." Anywhere where Will wouldn't find it would work.

Once he was done setting up the camera, she retreated to the door and turned the security camera footage again, making sure to the lock the panel. Hearing footsteps a way down the hallway, she gestured for him to come. "Quick! I think he's coming!" They needed to bolt.

((Apologies, I'm not feeling very witty this morning, must be because my head is spinning. So unfair when you get hangover symptoms and all you did was think about maybe having a drink!))

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie snickered. "That would be a lovely shade," he snickered. "It would go perfectly with your golden hair. You'd look like a yard of tartan." He tugged her hair teasingly. It was rather pretty, he had to admit. All flaxen and fluffy and other pretty things like that. He twisted a lock around his fingers, brushing it over his thumb absent-mindedly. It was soft. "Midnight kitchen raids are always fun," he grinned. "I'm sure Our Worshipfulness the cook has some sitting around somewhere." He relaxed, even if he didn't intend to. "Well, good thing my lovely little head is safe," he snickered. "Skittering off like a rabbit was not on my to-do list today, actually."

"They're horrible because they're genuinely horrible," he insisted. "Make you want to shove your head down a toilet and all that." He stood up a little straighter, giving his fake little swagger. "I'm a nerdy guy. Us nerdy guys get lots of practice with Jedi voice-acting." He gasped melodramatically, clapping his hands over his ears. "Oh no!" he cried. "I'm a monster! A genetic mutation! Futuristic Frankenstein!" He stumbled around, purposely bumping into Hollie just to get his point across. "Or maybe I'm just deaf," he mused, stopping on a dime, stroking his face. "That would make a lot more sense." He snapped his fingers. "Damn!" he said light-heartedly, "You've seen through my cunning plan. You win again."

Ollie furrowed his brow jokingly. "But wouldn't that be a good thing? You'd get whipped cream, and since it'd be all in your hair, you'd get to eat it. No shower required." He poked her side. "Perhaps you're like that one superhero. Seeing sound waves and all. Or maybe you're just that awesome. I'm sorry I over-estimated you." He shoved her lightly, sticking near just in case. Just in case what? He hopped into a dynamic pose. "Mr. Mischief! Sounds like super-villains." He nosed around, then set the camera up on a shelf beside some spare parts. He skittered out, as Hollie set the room back as it should be. "Super-villains, retreat!" he whispered dramatically.

Walking along to a less suspicious hallway, whistling as he went, they eventually got to a computer terminal. He looked around, then inconspicuously stuck a little thumb-drive into the port. "I'm maniacally giggling already," he snickered, calling up his video feed and pressing the record button. "Let's see how Mr. Blake reacts..."

((No problems, your post is wonderful. Maybe you've just invented a new form of telepathic drinking XD))

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie burst out laughing, "oh how flattering," she said, "I'd look like some Scottish material which they make men's skirts out of. You know, it's a miracle I haven't fallen into your arms swooning yet." Her laughter simmered down into a giggle as he played with her hair. He didn't seem able to keep his hands off it, but she wasn't complaining. It felt... nice. "We'll have to go back to the kitchen later and find some," she grinned, looking forward to that already, even if he hadn't agreed to it.

"I bet all you scientists do reinactments after work, capes, lightsabers and all," she joked, although, knowing geeks and nerds alike, it could actually be true. She let out a loud laugh when he started staggering around, crying out that he was some sort of freaky science experiment. "Yes, yes, it could just be that," she said, "but it's not half as funny as the other stuff you said." She was starting to like a genetic mutation... well, that had never happened before. The thought made her smirk to herself, but she quickly let it drop off her face.

"Hmmm, I suppose so," she said, "or maybe you could help me. We'd look like Gorillas, except you'd be picking cream out of my hair, instead of bugs out of my fur." She snorted at what she'd said immediately after she'd said it. He brought out the completely ridiculous in her. Her mouth dropped open indignantly and she shoved him back, "I always it would have been cool to be a blind psychic, then I would still have been able to 'see' things, just not with my eyes. It would have been awesome."

They did indeed retreat, Hollie holding onto Ollie so she didn't lose him. She wouldn't be able to see any of the reaction, but she would be able to hear it. She snickered, "oh my God," she couldn't wait...

((And now to finally write the reaction..... xD))

[William Blake]

Will's day... it wasn't a good day. He had so much to be doing, and not enough time or arms to do it all. He had to make a stop off at his office to quickly grab something off his computer before setting off back work again. He walked into the office, focusing intensely on the hand held computer in his hands, completely oblivious to the fact that his office had been completely ransacked.

Taking a seat, he could have sworn he heard a squelching sound. There was something on his chair. Pressing his lips together, he closed his eyes for a moment, slowly putting the hand held on his desk. When he opened his eyes again, he looked around the office, his mouth falling open in complete and utter horror at the sight. Someone had stolen their way into his office and covered the room completely in cream and... icing?

The tirade of curses that came next was enough to break a censoring machine. He rose from the seat, icing smudged all over his arse, and let out what could only be described as a roar. "WHAT THE HELL?!??!?" For a moment, the blind rage only allowed him to stand in the middle of his office gawking at it all, but eventually he had the common sense to lean over his desk, wipe the cream from the screen, and tap into the security footage. Most of it was erased, but there was thirty seconds of footage that told Will all he needed to know. "Ollie, I am going to kill you."

[somerandomhippie2]

Ollie sputtered. "That was a very weird sentence," he admitted. "I've never worn a skirt, so I don't think I have a proper response for that. For example, it's easier for me to catch a swooning person when I'm not in a skirt." He dipped her down, like someone would in a ballroom dance, and quickly brought her back up. "Women are much better at skirts than I am." He beamed. "I'll have my ninja suit ready," he assured her. He tried not to look too happy about it.

"Why do you think we had a lab Halloween party back at my Earth lab?" he asked. "Half of us were Jedi, the other half were more obscure sci-fi characters. There was actually a Cantina band. That was pretty cool." He nodded, to accentuate his point. "I suppose," he relented. "Being Frankenstein would be pretty awesome. I'd never have to get another Halloween costume again!" He beamed. "We mad scientists are pretty frugal."

Ollie grinned, tongue between his teeth. "Whipped cream is better than bugs," he agreed. "Then again, I'll be too busy trying to reassemble myself to help you any. Frankenstein says sorry." He gave her a one-armed hug. "That would be pretty awesome. I wonder how a radio would look?" He mused, hand on chin for a while, then gave up. "Let me know when you figure it out, will you?"

Ollie sputtered happily as Will actually sat down in his office chair. One hand holding out a hi-five, with the other he quickly putting the video on the thumb drive. Taking her hi-five hand, he pressed the data into her palm. "Give everyone on the message board a good time, will you?" he asked with a wink. "I've got running to do." Starting up the terminal again, he opened up the audio link. "Well, Mr. Icing-Arse, if you want to kill me, you'll have to catch me first!" he sang, closing the link. He waved to Hollie, setting off one way down the hall. This was going to be fun.

[Hollie Clarke]

Hollie let out a 'whoop!' as he dipped her, before bursting into laughter, snorting loudly. "I'm sure you'd look dashing in a skirt, and/or your ninja suit. Probably not at the same time though, I'd imagine they'd clash." The things about the Halloween party made her giggle. So, she was right. "A cantina band? Oh wow," she would have loved to have heard them play, that would have been hysterical.

"Awww, it's okay Frankenstein, I'll forgive you," she patted his arm gently, "after all, I'm not sure there'll be much left to forgive when Will is done with you." Her next attempt at a sentence was broken by an almighty cry from Will's office and she broke down into a fit of giggles upon hearing that he knew who'd done it. "Oh no, oh man," she weezed, trying to compose herself and failing horribly. She was just glad she was a girl and that Will wouldn't hurt her if he saw her laughing.

She felt the drive get placed in her hand, then reached up to put a hand on Ollie's face. "Good luck," she smirked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, "now vamoos!" She slapped him on the arm and heard him scurry off down the corridor, Will pounding after him. Once Will was past, she broke down into hysterics again, and chuckled all the way back to her office where the video went online straight away.