LOG: Betty Bombshell
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xp_logsWho: Haroun al-Rashid, Alison Blaire, Betty
Where: Hangar
When: Wednesday afternoon
What Happens: Alison pranks Haroun. Haroun takes it badly.
Haroun walked into the Hangar with a cheerful bounce to his step. He looked up at the Blackbird and grinned sappily. "Hello, Blackbird!" he called out to it, after making sure that no one else was around. "Time to track down that nasty little glitch in the interior electrical routing!" he sang out as he boarded the ramp up into the plane's bowels.
For an instant, it seemed as though the silence in the Hangar deepened. "What did you call me?" a female voice hummed indignantly, from somewhere in the plane. "Who are you anyway?" A brief pause and it continued, grumpily. "You know, I don't think I want you touching me. My mother warned me about strange men!"
Haroun stopped dead. He looked at the Plane with a look of great puzzlement. "I'm sorry?" he said. "Who is there?"
"I'm Betty," he was primly informed. "And I don't think you're supposed to be in here. Where's my Scottie? Now, he knows how to take care of me," the voice signed dreamily. Then changed tone again as it continued to address him. "I'm not so sure about you. I'll yell if you touch me!"
"Yell all you want - this is an isolated area." Haroun growled. "Have I mentioned how much I hate practical jokes? And once I find who is doing this, their ass is grass."
"Pottymouth! Oh just you wait." There was great relish in the voice now. "When they all see this, you're soooo going to be in trouble!" A squeal of satisfaction capped that phrase, Betty clearly knowing something Haroun did not.
Haroun growled as he dogged the hatch behind him. "Just keep talking to me, Betty - if that's your actual name. NOBODY messes with MY plane and gets away with it!"
"I'm not yours!" was the very forceful protest. "I'll call my Scottie on you, see if I don't, he'll protect me!" A faint light blipped in the back of the place at a sedate, regular pace. Unseen.
"Scottie is a little busy right now putting his life back together." Haroun said. "And Betsy might get a bit jealous if you claim him all for yourself." He walked slowly through the jet's interior, heading right for the main computer cores.
"Ha! That's what you think! But I know who really loves me, I do!" The voice had a sing-song lilt to it, echoing mockingly in the confines of the plane. "Can't fiiiind me!" The edge of glee to that statement seemed razor-sharp. "Getting colder there! Hey! Hands off! My precious systems aren't for the likes of you!"
"Says you." retorted Haroun. "I know where the computer cores are, and I'm sorry to say that the Jet is going offline until I can track down the source of this little problem."
"You are such a sourpuss!" The chiding tone was less than fond. "I don't think I want to let you near my computer cores. Not one bit." Light flickered on one of the panels, reshaping of all things into a smiley face - making decidedly non smiling face at him.
Haroun wasn't paying attention - instead, he gently tugged a set of leads out of their socket until the entire Jet went dark. Sighing, he tapped his communicator. "Jetstream to Cyclops. Scott, you there? We have a problem."
"Problem? What's wrong?" Scott's voice answered almost immediately.
Haroun sighed. "Someone took it on themselves to fuck with the Jet. I'm hoping it's just something simple like a recording of a speech. I had to take the entire computer core offline. I'll be down here doing diagnostics until I find it and remove it."
"You need any help?"
"I think I can handle it. If I need you, I'll call you. So far, it just looks like the jet that got compromised. If you hear anything weird, let me know, OK?"
There was a low click somewhere in the background. "Scottie? My darling, is that you? Make the grumpy man go away? He turned me off!" There levels of indignation in that single word were beyond description.
A pause, over the com. "Haroun...? Have you got someone down there with you?"
Haroun replied nearly instantly. "You heard it too? That's the voice I was talking about. And if someone's infiltrated the comms, then we need to get Lee involved."
"Let me look after that," Scott said immediately. "You worry about the Blackbird."
"Got it." Haroun replied. "Jetstream out."
"I did not infiltrate anything, you ignoramus," was the pouting protest. "You really should stop frowning so much, you know? You'll get wrinkles before you're thirty." A pause ensued. "That'll look awful on camera."
Camera. Duh. Should have thought of that. Haroun closed the access panel and began to methodically search the interior of the Jet - since he was here anyway. To aid him, he grabbed the penlight from his toolkit to provide light.
A search eventually revealed not one but three cameras, all strategically placed - and on a wireless system, clearly sending the data off elsewhere. As Betty hummed in the background, a small slip of paper fell to the ground once Haroun lifted up the recording device.
Haroun picked up the paper, but turned his back on the cameras before reading it.
Haroun glanced down at the paper, sighed, and dismantled the wireless camera arrays with extreme prejudice. Once they were flimsy shards of plastic, he disposed of the debris and tapped his communicator again. "Jetstream to Cyclops. False alarm, I found the problem and fixed it. Someone thinks that they're funny."
"Practical joke?" Scott sounded bored. "Ah. I figured we were about due for one of those..."
"It's not funny." growled Haroun. "Talk to you about it later."
~*~
Walking down the hallway, Alison made a mental inventory, thankful Scott had let her know that her surprise had been uncovered. Miles was off playing with Artie and the other kids, Lorna was off in her room, perhaps with Alex - she hadn't looked in to see, and the copies of the video footage was hidden away safely. The look on his face had been priceless, but for some reason she felt that making sure all her affairs were in order hadn't been a bad idea.
Haroun was headed the other way, photo of Alison sticking her tongue out at him and winking still clenched in his hand. He had a full head of anger on him, and his expression was terrible to behold. Unluckily for Alison, he saw her and changed course to meet up with her directly.
She wasn't sure what made her stop in her tracks at first, straightening up slightly with that 'incoming doom' sensation crawling down her spine. A careful look over her shoulder told her all she needed to know and she winced, looking ahead of her once more while waiting for him to catch up.
Haroun caught up quickly - he had a fairly long stride when he chose to use it, and he was using it now. "You want to explain to me the purpose of that little stunt you pulled?" he demanded of her angrily.
"A prank," she replied calmly, because judging from the expression on his face there wasn't really any explanation which would satisfy him. Clearly, Scott hadn't dropped the ball while Haroun had been talking to him earlier over the comm. System. Ah well - her idea, up to her to take the grief that seemed to be headed her way.
"Not funny. I had the Jet offline for an hour while I searched for this little stunt. Very nearly pulled down the entire Jet, and set Lee on ripping the comms apart!" he seethed. "You got lucky that we didn't have an emergency while the Jet was grounded."
She was not, she decided, telling him Scott knew about this. Let him vent. "It would have taken a minute if you'd asked. I did think of that and made sure it was all a quick yank if need be," she pointed out mildly. "Not that it actually affected any of the systems in the first place." Keeping her expression neutral, Alison made sure to keep her concentration only on him. Gah. Yes, he was angry. Really angry.
"When did you pick up an engineering degree? Between gigs in seedy dives?" he raged. "Do not. Ever. Do anything. Like. That. Again. Is that clear? Harmless pranks are one thing, but you do NOT FUCK WITH THE JET!"
That hurt. She just stared ahead however, eyes not quite focusing on him anymore. Giving nothing away, standing stock still. "Got it." She just said, and nodded shortly, once.
Haroun took a few deep breaths to get his temper under control. "You want to mess with me, that's fine. Dunk me in perfume, get your jollies, that's all a part of the business. But when you're endangering everything..." he seethed, and he bit his tongue to keep from saying what he really thought.
She just nodded once more, not saying a word if it wasn't required of her at this point. She distantly wondered if she should tell him Scott had known - but if just yelling at her would do it and stop the whole business there, it was probably best to just leave it be.
Haroun took another deep breath and released it. "What, the Devil Woman has nothing to say when someone stands up to her?" he said nastily. "I didn't think she would. I'm going to go calm down in my room now. You want to apologize, that's where I'll be." he said before spinning on his heel and heading down the hallway in the other direction. "Merciful Allah, I can't believe she actually fucked with the Jet..." he grumbled to himself under his breath as he stalked off.
Alison didn't move, still staring at the wall in front of her until he'd turned the corner, obviously heading towards his room. Nodding to herself she looked down, and then walked off as well, retracing her steps to her own room in silence.
Where: Hangar
When: Wednesday afternoon
What Happens: Alison pranks Haroun. Haroun takes it badly.
Haroun walked into the Hangar with a cheerful bounce to his step. He looked up at the Blackbird and grinned sappily. "Hello, Blackbird!" he called out to it, after making sure that no one else was around. "Time to track down that nasty little glitch in the interior electrical routing!" he sang out as he boarded the ramp up into the plane's bowels.
For an instant, it seemed as though the silence in the Hangar deepened. "What did you call me?" a female voice hummed indignantly, from somewhere in the plane. "Who are you anyway?" A brief pause and it continued, grumpily. "You know, I don't think I want you touching me. My mother warned me about strange men!"
Haroun stopped dead. He looked at the Plane with a look of great puzzlement. "I'm sorry?" he said. "Who is there?"
"I'm Betty," he was primly informed. "And I don't think you're supposed to be in here. Where's my Scottie? Now, he knows how to take care of me," the voice signed dreamily. Then changed tone again as it continued to address him. "I'm not so sure about you. I'll yell if you touch me!"
"Yell all you want - this is an isolated area." Haroun growled. "Have I mentioned how much I hate practical jokes? And once I find who is doing this, their ass is grass."
"Pottymouth! Oh just you wait." There was great relish in the voice now. "When they all see this, you're soooo going to be in trouble!" A squeal of satisfaction capped that phrase, Betty clearly knowing something Haroun did not.
Haroun growled as he dogged the hatch behind him. "Just keep talking to me, Betty - if that's your actual name. NOBODY messes with MY plane and gets away with it!"
"I'm not yours!" was the very forceful protest. "I'll call my Scottie on you, see if I don't, he'll protect me!" A faint light blipped in the back of the place at a sedate, regular pace. Unseen.
"Scottie is a little busy right now putting his life back together." Haroun said. "And Betsy might get a bit jealous if you claim him all for yourself." He walked slowly through the jet's interior, heading right for the main computer cores.
"Ha! That's what you think! But I know who really loves me, I do!" The voice had a sing-song lilt to it, echoing mockingly in the confines of the plane. "Can't fiiiind me!" The edge of glee to that statement seemed razor-sharp. "Getting colder there! Hey! Hands off! My precious systems aren't for the likes of you!"
"Says you." retorted Haroun. "I know where the computer cores are, and I'm sorry to say that the Jet is going offline until I can track down the source of this little problem."
"You are such a sourpuss!" The chiding tone was less than fond. "I don't think I want to let you near my computer cores. Not one bit." Light flickered on one of the panels, reshaping of all things into a smiley face - making decidedly non smiling face at him.
Haroun wasn't paying attention - instead, he gently tugged a set of leads out of their socket until the entire Jet went dark. Sighing, he tapped his communicator. "Jetstream to Cyclops. Scott, you there? We have a problem."
"Problem? What's wrong?" Scott's voice answered almost immediately.
Haroun sighed. "Someone took it on themselves to fuck with the Jet. I'm hoping it's just something simple like a recording of a speech. I had to take the entire computer core offline. I'll be down here doing diagnostics until I find it and remove it."
"You need any help?"
"I think I can handle it. If I need you, I'll call you. So far, it just looks like the jet that got compromised. If you hear anything weird, let me know, OK?"
There was a low click somewhere in the background. "Scottie? My darling, is that you? Make the grumpy man go away? He turned me off!" There levels of indignation in that single word were beyond description.
A pause, over the com. "Haroun...? Have you got someone down there with you?"
Haroun replied nearly instantly. "You heard it too? That's the voice I was talking about. And if someone's infiltrated the comms, then we need to get Lee involved."
"Let me look after that," Scott said immediately. "You worry about the Blackbird."
"Got it." Haroun replied. "Jetstream out."
"I did not infiltrate anything, you ignoramus," was the pouting protest. "You really should stop frowning so much, you know? You'll get wrinkles before you're thirty." A pause ensued. "That'll look awful on camera."
Camera. Duh. Should have thought of that. Haroun closed the access panel and began to methodically search the interior of the Jet - since he was here anyway. To aid him, he grabbed the penlight from his toolkit to provide light.
A search eventually revealed not one but three cameras, all strategically placed - and on a wireless system, clearly sending the data off elsewhere. As Betty hummed in the background, a small slip of paper fell to the ground once Haroun lifted up the recording device.
Haroun picked up the paper, but turned his back on the cameras before reading it.
Haroun glanced down at the paper, sighed, and dismantled the wireless camera arrays with extreme prejudice. Once they were flimsy shards of plastic, he disposed of the debris and tapped his communicator again. "Jetstream to Cyclops. False alarm, I found the problem and fixed it. Someone thinks that they're funny."
"Practical joke?" Scott sounded bored. "Ah. I figured we were about due for one of those..."
"It's not funny." growled Haroun. "Talk to you about it later."
~*~
Walking down the hallway, Alison made a mental inventory, thankful Scott had let her know that her surprise had been uncovered. Miles was off playing with Artie and the other kids, Lorna was off in her room, perhaps with Alex - she hadn't looked in to see, and the copies of the video footage was hidden away safely. The look on his face had been priceless, but for some reason she felt that making sure all her affairs were in order hadn't been a bad idea.
Haroun was headed the other way, photo of Alison sticking her tongue out at him and winking still clenched in his hand. He had a full head of anger on him, and his expression was terrible to behold. Unluckily for Alison, he saw her and changed course to meet up with her directly.
She wasn't sure what made her stop in her tracks at first, straightening up slightly with that 'incoming doom' sensation crawling down her spine. A careful look over her shoulder told her all she needed to know and she winced, looking ahead of her once more while waiting for him to catch up.
Haroun caught up quickly - he had a fairly long stride when he chose to use it, and he was using it now. "You want to explain to me the purpose of that little stunt you pulled?" he demanded of her angrily.
"A prank," she replied calmly, because judging from the expression on his face there wasn't really any explanation which would satisfy him. Clearly, Scott hadn't dropped the ball while Haroun had been talking to him earlier over the comm. System. Ah well - her idea, up to her to take the grief that seemed to be headed her way.
"Not funny. I had the Jet offline for an hour while I searched for this little stunt. Very nearly pulled down the entire Jet, and set Lee on ripping the comms apart!" he seethed. "You got lucky that we didn't have an emergency while the Jet was grounded."
She was not, she decided, telling him Scott knew about this. Let him vent. "It would have taken a minute if you'd asked. I did think of that and made sure it was all a quick yank if need be," she pointed out mildly. "Not that it actually affected any of the systems in the first place." Keeping her expression neutral, Alison made sure to keep her concentration only on him. Gah. Yes, he was angry. Really angry.
"When did you pick up an engineering degree? Between gigs in seedy dives?" he raged. "Do not. Ever. Do anything. Like. That. Again. Is that clear? Harmless pranks are one thing, but you do NOT FUCK WITH THE JET!"
That hurt. She just stared ahead however, eyes not quite focusing on him anymore. Giving nothing away, standing stock still. "Got it." She just said, and nodded shortly, once.
Haroun took a few deep breaths to get his temper under control. "You want to mess with me, that's fine. Dunk me in perfume, get your jollies, that's all a part of the business. But when you're endangering everything..." he seethed, and he bit his tongue to keep from saying what he really thought.
She just nodded once more, not saying a word if it wasn't required of her at this point. She distantly wondered if she should tell him Scott had known - but if just yelling at her would do it and stop the whole business there, it was probably best to just leave it be.
Haroun took another deep breath and released it. "What, the Devil Woman has nothing to say when someone stands up to her?" he said nastily. "I didn't think she would. I'm going to go calm down in my room now. You want to apologize, that's where I'll be." he said before spinning on his heel and heading down the hallway in the other direction. "Merciful Allah, I can't believe she actually fucked with the Jet..." he grumbled to himself under his breath as he stalked off.
Alison didn't move, still staring at the wall in front of her until he'd turned the corner, obviously heading towards his room. Nodding to herself she looked down, and then walked off as well, retracing her steps to her own room in silence.
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Date: 2004-10-13 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-13 02:21 pm (UTC)Maybe so.
Date: 2004-10-13 02:42 pm (UTC)It'd be like messing with an ambulance.
Haroun
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Date: 2004-10-13 01:50 pm (UTC)Expect the spitfire at your door (or through your door) if she gets word of this.
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 08:43 pm (UTC)I don't get it, why didn't you say anything to the tight-arse? I've seen you give nail clippers more lip.