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Liamh shook his head, grinning, as the video started running and the screen flickered to life. The first musical advertisements started to run. "Hey, if you can't pun with the big dogs...." he cackled, inspecting his glasses and then setting them back in place.

"Yeah, Orlando Bloom's been in quite a few movies recently, Pirates, LoTR," he pronounced the letters alphabetically, "and... you know, uh, that other thing... i'm too lazy to remember what exactly." He shrugged, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Hey, do the have any microwave popcorn or something? And how do you two feel about M-S-T-3-K'ing movies, sarcasm-rays on full or check 'em at the door?"

"'MST3K?'" Gaius tilted his head, confused by the term. "Uh, I haven't seen it, and I'm not much one for commentary unless I'm listening to the extra features..." He rubbed his flat nose and chuckled.

He watched his friend start to get up and waved a hand. "Marshall knows where to get the stuff, and if you two are going, can you bring me back a coke? I've just gotten comfortable and don't want to have to work around my tail again!"

Marshall got to his feet, streaching out his one arm like he was actually going to accomplish some thing by getting junk food. But still, whatever kept him occupied. "So, one Coke, a bag of M&Ms, and popcorn...We forgetting any thing?" Marshall pondered, before shrugging it off.

"Heh...Yeah right Gaius. You're probably just too darn lazy." Marshall snickered. He knew that Gaius' tail must be a pain for him, but he figured that if he didn't find the humor in it? They'd all go insane.

"C'mon Nielson." Marshall said to Liamh. He figured if he was going to have 4 new nicknames by the end of the night? He might as well give Liamh one. He winced, his feeting feeling rather sore from jumping over the couch. It was DEFINATLY not one of his smarter ideas. But it was only sore, not painful.

Liamh gave Gaius a glance as they headed for the door. Why was he keeping that weird tail thing on if it was bothering him? Had to be some sort of bizaare anime thing... the lengths some fans would go to, really.

Bishies.

"Yeah, Mom," he called back to Gaius. "We'll look both ways before crossing the street..." He chuckled to himself as he followed Marshall's flipper-shoed footsteps out of the entertainment room. "If we hurry, we won't miss the beginning with that tentacle monster..."

Liamh folded his hands behind his head, grinning at the nickname. The friendly punning and sparring made him feel a lot more at ease than he'd been since the moment he stepped out of the helicopter.

"Before?" he said, with a slightly bewildered tone of voice. "Ah, I'm in data security. Mostly network stuff, making sure internal communications aren't disrupted by firewalls and that all the wifi stuff is locked down tight. Never know who's gonna be out wardriving with their pringles, you know." He grinned. He'd never stooped to that himself, of course... But if this place didn't get any connection out in the Barracks, he might be tempted to go pirating around the 'Offices', so he thought.

"What about you? What do you do when you're not hangin' out here? Lemme guess, you're one of those 'net stock traders who made their first million by the time they were 20, right?" He laughed. "If so, i'm totally going to pretend to ignore you while sucking up."

Liamh trudged along behind him, squinting to see the path ahead of them in the dim lighting from the buildings. "Eh? Get laid off? They send you here as part of a severance package or something?" Liamh raised an eyebrow, hands still folded on his head. "Cartoonist, huh.... You know, what's to stop you from still drawing it? Even if they fire ya, they can't stop the creative process..." He raised a fist skyward, still draping the other arm over his head. "If the art's still in ya, they can't take it, man!" he cackled for a second, then was silent again.

Liamh stopped in his track, letting his arms slide slowly to his sides, with a confused look. "Can't go home?" He reflexively pushed his glasses up his nose. Webbed? Couldn't he remove the prosthetics? There was something funny going on. Funny strange. Funny like he'd been hearing the joke over and over, but missing the punchline.

"..... There something going on? You mean you don't have anywhere to go? Dang! Dude, we'll totally set you up, i mean, I'm gone every few weeks, but i keep a pretty clean place..."

Liamh held the door open. "Ahhh, i've been wanting to find out where the Caf was, i'm gettin' hungry.."