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[At this point, Audentes has firmly seized control of the bridge. The annoying message about how intruders will be neutralized has finally been turned off. The monsters have been slain and/or befriended. Getting the rest of the ship under control is still a work in progress. Everyone's got shit to do.

Which is what makes this video so odd. The feed flickers to ... well, okay, it's an impressively fancy view out into outer space. It's pretty cool. But it's also literally nothing?]

[This is where Fugo slides in. Or, well. Floats in. He appears from the left side of the frame, looking for all the world as if he's lounging on his side in thin air, propelled by nothing. There are somewhat worrying smears of blood on his labcoat--but other than a split lip and bruised knuckles, Fugo himself appears to be unhurt. It's probably fine. The floating would be weird, if the entire ship weren't currently experiencing a malfunction with its gravity.]

To whoever is on the bridge, fucking around with the ship's settings-- oh, shit. [He ... misjudged how long he had in the frame. Well, bye Fugo. There's an off-camera thump. Some more swearing. And then, after a brief pause, Fugo floats in from the right side of the frame, this time looking slightly more disheveled.] Whatever you did, undo it, zero gravity makes things more difficult for us than them at this point.

[Rather than floating off screen again, he twists in mid-air to a cross-legged position.]

And as long as we're here. I figure we've got the bridge, but where is everyone? How are capture slash containment options going, since we're seizing the ship rather than crashing it? If you got messed up in the fighting, now is probably a good time to connect with one of our healers.

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( Peter manages to show up pretty quickly, thanks to webbing and being able to walk properly if he wants to.

so this time it's Fugo that's upside-down and Peter for once in his life the right way up when he arrives in the lab. before anyone can comment on the change of pace in their friendship, peter offers a hand to pull him back closer to the floor and demands, )

First things first, how would you possibly make fish stick wrangler look good on a resume?

( he's clearly been thinking about it a lot, so share the deets Fugo! )

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[Immediately, before he's been properly righted:] "Consultant. Was hired on a temporary basis to catalogue and organize seafood product, in order to ensure timely delivery to the satisfaction of management and customers."

[With his free hand, Fugo fires a single, solemn fingergun at Peter.]

Easy. [Okay, now to ... right himself. And get closer to the ground.] Mind being my tether? We'd probably make better time that way.

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( hmm. okay. well, that was easier than he thought. this may or may not be giving away that Peter has never really written a resume... Peter pauses to think about it, shrugs in acceptance, and decides to use Fugo's skill for resume drafting for good use. )

Okay, challenge mode: How would you put ALASTAIR on your resume? ( because good luck explaining universe-hopping team oriented missions, right?

.......right???

as for being a tether, it's his turn for a (admittedly less solemn) fingergun in return. ) I'll make sure you don't float too far. You have an idea of where we should start? ( Parker is mildly nervous to be back in the labs after the Optimism Incident. he'd like to keep his head clear this time around. )

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[To be fair: Fugo has not written a resume himself either. But he did write several letters in the past to various universities, because even if it turned out his grandfather bribed one of them to the gills it was somehow still important to go through the motions? Whatever, grandpa, you shitty old man.]

I wouldn't put ALASTAIR on my CV, because I've got a steady job back home. [Thanks, mafia. Set for life. No escape.] But if I did, I'd probably call it an "independent contractor" position. I wouldn't mention the inter-dimensional or timeline stuff, but focus on... you know, research. "Resolving problems". The things I've done that weren't theft or getting thrown in jail. [He rolls his eyes.] God, that was bullshit. I can't believe we sent those fucks back home.

[Anyway. It's pretty cool that he got a fingergun back. He has clearly mastered this casual gesture.]

We should start by finding a place that we can secure whatever hazardous materials we find. Hopefully by then the gravity will be back to normal, so we don't have to worry about figuring out a safe way to move them around.

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So do I, if you call taking pictures of myself so my boss can publish angry articles about Spider-Man steady. ( J. Jonah Jameson is probably going to run smear campaigns on Spider-Man as long as he exists, so, if you think about it Peter also has some hella job security. ) Probably can't put ALASTAIR on a resume, because who would answer for references? Those cat guys? Not sure they'd give me a stellar recommendation.

( if earth phones could even reach different dimensions, universes, and timelines. note: they cannot. Peter is just being stupid, as per usual. at least it is intentional stupidity for once. )

Sounds like a plan. I think there's some storage bays around here somewhere. ( Peter had also picked lab work as his cover story, so he has a vague idea of the layout from wandering around earlier. even though Peter has to walk around with a Fugo balloon, essentially, he heads in that direction. ) Did you get an answer from the bridge? Why are we working in zero G right now?

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And who says vigilantism doesn't pay? [God, what a life. Risk your ass stopping crime, sell pictures of yourself to a guy writing nasty articles about you in the newspaper to pay the rent.] You're probably better off getting personal references from people on Audentes. It's not like we're working under a supervisor.

[As for his other question... Fugo rolls his eyes.]

No response from the bridge. Either it's a screw-up or they're still figuring out how to undo something Zymandis did to make our lives difficult.

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You just have to find ways to make it work. ( vigilantism, that is. he's sure not paid well, more like barely enough to get by, yet it's still more money than he'd make flipping burgers and it allows flexibility he won't get anywhere else. besides, Peter's conscience would get the better of him if he used his powers to take advantage of lucrative fields... at least selling selfies doesn't ping his overwhelmingly obtrusive moral compass. )

Character references then, huh? I wonder who around here has good things to say about my character. ( hopefully at least a few people, though Peter doesn't seem stuck on the idea. mostly because it's probably an impossible feat. if and when he does go home, he's not going to have contact with anyone he met here. sad but unfortunate reality. he's better off not dwelling on it. )

Once we get our dangerous substances contained, I'll crawl up there and see what I can do if it isn't fixed by then. ( does he have any idea how to put simulated gravity back on? no, granted, but Peter can probably get there a little easier than most when he can still function close to normally. he's also supposed to be smart or something, so. )

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[This is why it's better to do crime. Organized crime. Everything's much simpler when it's organized and done with money in mind.]

[Dryly:] I'd hope at least Stiles would give you one.

[If you can't rely on your boyfriend for a good character reference, who else can you rely on??]

God, I hope they have it fixed by then. It can't be that complicated.

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I don't think anyone wants to know what Stiles has to say about me. ( his boyfriend liking him... Gross. ) Besides you can't use personal relationships for character references, right? No family or friends?

( or, by extension, boyfriends. they could be biased, you know! )

Holding my hand is that bad? Ouch. ( he's teasing, Fugo, if the grin doesn't give him away. )

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Nah, you could slide it in. You were coworkers before you were boyfriends.

[Fugo blows a short breath through his teeth. Pfft. Ah, yes. Teasing. Friendly ribbing. He knows how that goes.]

Oh, yeah. Your palms are sweaty. And when's the last time you washed your hands?

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He'd probably say I'm disorganized and scatterbrained, I'm not sure that would land me any jobs.

( ITS TRUE... but still, not what one really looked for in the scientific field......... . . . . . ..... )

Watch it, balloon boy, or you can hold hands with the ceiling. ( you're very good at friendly ribbing, Fugo, if Peter's laugh is any indication. then again, he's dumb and very easily impressed. friendship: easy mode. )

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Yikes. Time to work harder on on promoting your positive qualities, if even Stiles doesn't feel like bringing them up before that.

[Stiles: a known softy and Peter's boyfriend. Get it together, man.]

Technically speaking, that's impossible. The ceiling doesn't have a hand to hold. Pretty sure you're stuck with me for now, Parker.

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He might have a few things to say, I guess.

( read: Stiles once gave him an ENTIRE LIST of his positive qualities. Peter finds it embarrassing, though, so that's not exactly something he's going to bring up.

his boyfriend liking things about him? that's crazy talk. )

Don't push my generosity, is all I'm saying. You should have only nice things to say about my hands if you like not floating into walls. ( yeah, because Peter is so known for just abandoning people when they ask for his help... though, to be fair, Fugo just doesn't want to get vertigo spinning around, he's not in any imminent danger... maybe Peter would let go after all!

he wouldn't. but still. it's the thought that counts. )