Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[ultron_junior]

Victor had skipped the weekend trip to space, since he'd gotten the general impression that the world involved wasn't a great one to be an android in. Which was fine, he understood the prejudice didn't come from nowhere -- it just had him feeling left out to see the building a little quieter than usual this weekend.

But the fact every channel on the common room TV was showing something space-related? That was just the island mocking him. He flipped from a documentary about the International Space Station to a Z-Cases rerun to a Space Battles movie marathon, finally settling on Things-to-Come-Opolis. At least with that, he could laugh while he sulked.

He'd claimed some chips from the kitchen and was willing to share, if anybody else was around.

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[myownface]

"Iiiiiiiii hear potato chips!"

Don't ask how being able to hear potato chips was a thing. It was probably the rustling of the bag and years of being a shameless mooch and then some that had Sparkle zeroing in on the common room, this evening.

Yeah, he'd chosen to sit this trip out. He'd stepped into a fucking carcass in the dead of night in Africa, he didn't need to find out what outer space was like, thanks.

"They happen to be for sharing?"

He was going to flop down on the couch beside Victor and make a reach for them all the same, yes.

[ultron_junior]

"Always," Victor said, passing the bag over with a little bit of a smile. "Hey. You skipped the outer space field trip?"

Those were four words Victor had not expected to say in that order, ever. Field trips were to museums or the desert or something, not other planets.

[myownface]

"Yeah," Sparkle replied, shrugging and pulling a handful of chips from the bag before passing it back. "I decided I enjoy my sanity like way too much to spend my weekend all... far and away from Earth's atmosphere. Solid ground and I are good friends, I'd probably end up pissing off some alien with like laser-eyes and they'd have to put me back together out of like alien spare parts and, you know, 'anal probe' kinda jumps to mind? God, I'm just fine right where I am after that trip to Africa, thanks."

Thank you for that, Sparkle.

[ultron_junior]

Well, the spew of words distracted Victor from his robot angst? So that was ... something.

"I've never seen one with laser eyes," he shared. "but maybe they're just hiding it, I dunno. I agree that Africa's enough travel for one month."

[myownface]

"I like stepped in a dead zebra or something, and all Atton wanted to do was carry part of it around in case we got hungry looking for the lodge again," Sparkle grumbled, and then shoved his handful of chips into his mouth. "Field trips suck and I probably wouldn't be able to pass off a fake ID in space anyway. You decide to skip the anal probes too?"

[ultron_junior]

"Atton's weird," Victor decided succinctly. "And yeah. I took a class with Alenko and half of it was why robots are evil, so I figured I should give his world a miss. Plus, lower chance of, uh, probing."

[myownface]

See, Sparkle had never taken a class with Kaidan. That was probably something that was going to remain that way so long as his class names continued to look all... legitimately educational, and all.

"Eugh," he decided, because that totally counted as an opinion, sure. "We don't need 'em. We have chips, here. And... uh..." He squinted at the screen. "Whatever this is!"

Yeah! His favourite, sure!

[ultron_junior]

Sparkle's method had a point. Legitimately educational classes blew.

Victor waved his hand at the screen. "Meta Futurama," he explained. "The girl with one eye's sort of a badass. Oh, hey -- I should thank you, man."

[myownface]

Huh. Cartoons. Sparkle wanted to say that he was too old for cartoons, but that would be a rotten lie. He loved them, especially on a Saturday morning with tooth-rotting cereal in hand.

"I did something thanks-worthy?"

This was new.

[ultron_junior]

"Olive," Victor explained, around a mouthful of chips. He swallowed. "She looked great for the dance and she said it was all kind of your thing. So that made her happy, which made me happy, so ... thanks."

[myownface]

"Oooh." Sparkle considered that for a moment as he made another reach for the chip bag. "It really wasn't a big deal, you know. I mean, she wasn't hard to work with or anything once I managed to talk her into those heels. She wanted to be pretty and it isn't like she isn't already, I just kind of fluffed it up a bit."

[ultron_junior]

"Maybe," Victor said, licking some salt off his fingers. "I like that you fluffed and she still looked like her, not blinged out and weird. It was a really good dance, you know?"

[myownface]

"Well, that's the whole point. If she doesn't look like her with make-up on, she'd probably look like one of the ladies that shows a little too much skin on the side of certain streets I know of, and that's really not what we were going for," he pointed out. "We want Olive to look like Olive. She's better than that other thing."

A beat as he grabbed another handful of chips.

"Was it a good dance? I spent most of it by the punch."

[ultron_junior]

"She is," Victor concurred, a strange expression blinking over his face. The whole subject of Olive looking trampy reminded him of the webcast, and he wondered, just for a moment, if Sparkle had seen it. "Plus, she didn't look weird and 40 or whatever, which is also bad."

He shrugged. "I had a good time," he clarified. "What was special about the punch?"

[myownface]

Sparkle hadn't actually seen it. Sparkle had more important things to do with his time than gossip about people he actually liked, truth be told. But there was an art to doing make-up, and he was actually kind of proud that he was getting praises for the job that he'd done.

"Nothing was really special about the punch except those weird edible glitter bits," he replied, "at least not until I put something in it to make it special."

Because that was just how Sparkle rolled.

[ultron_junior]

"And I missed it," Victor sighed, but idly. "I don't trust food that sparkles at me. It's like a personal rule."

[OOC: NIGHT!]

[myownface]

"Well, that's a silly rule," Sparkle decided. "You hate on all sparkles, or just the edible ones?"

He was asking for reasons, Victor. For reasons.

[ultron_junior]

Victor laughed, pretty quickly understanding the reasons. "I am totally cool with human beings named Sparkle."

[myownface]

"Your funeral, man," Sparkle laughed, shaking his head. "If you are, clearly I'm not being nearly obnoxious enough, huh?"

He had so few goals in life, really...