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It's been a hell of a few weeks. Month? Little over? You know, he's not even really sure. Jim has had a hell of a time since getting here. His suddenly very much alive sort of girlfriend (ex?) being here, which he's cool with, but---wow he's already had that breakdown thanks. Admiral Pike is here---that breakdown is still forthcoming. Let's not even bring up the fight with Khan that ended with both of them brigged for a while. Then there was Q dicking around with everyone with his brand of practical jokes that had Jim letting Khan out of the brig of his own volition, and putting a few crewman into Sickbay. But he's gonna just pretend feelings aren't real things that you, you know, feel.

Spock would be proud, if it didn't mean his method of coping with his not!feelings were to find something to drink that isn't that synthehol crap.

So, he heads into the lounge, and over to the replicator. He's tapping away at the controls, trying to avoid speaking to it directly cause he doesn't want to announce what he's doing to the entire lounge. Kind of defeats the purpose of stealth. He gets an angry sounding noise from it when he tries something, raises a brow, and shakes his head.

"Okay, fine." They can do this hard way. Jim is totally okay with that. "You're gonna give me what I want, or I'm going to rewrite every subroutine you have."

[as promised: jim is hacking the replicator for real alcohol. feel free to help out by way of lookout or whatnot. gaila will be helping him out, so if you would like her to be involved when you tag in, just tag in on their top-level comment. from then the tagging order will go jim + gaila + your character = SHENANIGANS. if not, just tag in for jim, and we'll have ourselves some wacky fun. cool either way.

also, as a note: ash will be scarce because of rl/homework type things, so please bear with a bit of slow/delay on tags.]

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"Rewrite every subroutine, huh?"

Here, Jim, have a sort of a girlfriend. A sort of girlfriend who is judging.

She remembers the hack job on the Koyabashi Maru, okay, and hack is about what she'd describe what he did to Spock's beautiful coding.

Jim straightens up a bit when he realizes that someone is coming up, but once he hears her voice, he knows it's all right. She won't tell anybody cause this isn't like the last time. The last time being when he used her to hack the Kobayashi Maru simulation back in the Academy.

Which he isn't going to bring up again, cause he's not looking to get smacked upside his head. He looks over at the judgey look he's getting though, and makes a face at her. Look, he was in a rush, ok? And it was also supposed to be obvious. Sometimes Jim wonders how long it would have taken Spock to find the subroutine if Gaila hadn't given him all the information she had.

And, wow, don't hate on his coding. He can be impressive when he wants to be.

"If I have to. I'd rather not be forced to go to such extremes, though." His mouth quirks up in a sly grin. "Wanna give a guy a hand?"

The universe may never know how long it'd have taken without Cadet betIlley's help. Well. Not their universe, anyway.

Still, she knows he can be impressive when he puts to his mind to it (even the hatchet job on the test had a certain flair to it, even if she'll judge for about forever) and so she tilts her head speculatively.

"Am assuming it's for a good cause," she says primly, moving closer.

In their private lexicon, 'good' has a fair few meanings. She's not exactly adverse to overcoming mischief. Or red tape.

Tom was watching from the far corner, not fighting the upturned smile and bubbling laughter that came up out of his mouth.

"It might be my imagination, or lack of paying attention in school, but haven't replicators changed a bit since your time? Want some help?"

And his friend was interesting. Tom hadn't seen an Orion since, well, since he was in the Alpha Quadrant. "What exactly are you trying to get it to do? I'm assuming it's not a jig."

Jim was about to respond to Gaila about the Very Important mission he was on to provide the good people of this Enterprise with real drinks, when he heard the laughter, and then Tom's voice.

"Well, we don't call them that, to start. Food synthesizers. Uses a programmed card to give you choices, I would know cause Bones sometimes tortures me with salads and no coffee," he says, giving a grin. "I'd never turn down help." He's sure Gaila wouldn't either.

Jim lowers his voice a little and looks between them. "What we're trying to get into is real alcohol, because I may start crying into my fake whiskey if I have to drink another drop of that synthehol crap."

Gaila doesn't grin, nothing so obvious. She compresses her grin into a cheerful, delightedly wicked little smile, her bright blue eyes getting brighter.

Not that Jim had managed to get to the point of telling her what they are doing before the other man turned up, but alcohol? Proper alcohol?

Sigh her up and show her the damn coding.

"And he's only been here a couple of months," she adds. "It's been like a year. I mean, I know Guinan keeps the real stuff somewhere, buuuuut-"

It could be right here.

"You interested?"

"Always. I've reprogrammed a replicator or two in my day. Who you really need is my wife. She's the chief engineer of Voyager." Tom looked around. "But I don't see her. You'll have to do with just me. We can give it a shot, it might be built into the safety protocols though."

He glanced at Gaila for a moment. It had been a while since he'd seen an Orion. At least 7 years. And he realized he hadn't introduced himself to her. "I'm Tom Paris. And I think a lot of people here would be in your debt if this gets pulled off. But honestly, you get used to the synthehol. But with synthehol you can't get drunk of rum raison ice cream. And where's the fun in that if it doesn't actually have rum?" Tom quipped.

"Awesome," Jim says, with far too much glee in his voice than is probably healthy for him. It's a wonder he's lived as long as he has, seriously. The past year doesn't count. He doesn't like to talk about it.

"Really? Damn. Well, maybe she can help us out later if this doesn't work," he says. He looks to Gaila when he mentions it being built into the safety protocols. "You know this new tech better than me, pretty sure you've gotten a look at those, think you can run a bypass on that?"

Jim grins as Tom introduces himself to Gaila. Most people are a little surprised to see her, and he imagines it is moreso here, considering there aren't any in Starfleet. Which is really weird to him. He has a few on his own crew.

"Get used to it? How? It's terrible," he mutters to himself as he pulls up another bunch of subroutines. "Rum raisin ice cream? I've never even heard of it. We need that."

Bones isn't here to kill him for destroying his "diet", ok? He's going to take advantage.

"Gaila betIlley," she answers when Paris says his name. No rank. She's still working on getting that sorted out. Besides, it's not as if she's wearing a uniform (although the dark skirt and blue blouse are certainly reminiscent of what she would be wearing).

"Uh, might be able to. It depends what they've actually do-o-o-o-ne but I've been finding is that things have developed in a slightly different way to what I'd expect when it comes to being sneaky. And because you'd assume that they'd build it in, as Paris just said, but they haven't really factored in Orion coding, so-o-o..."

She doesn't grin. She just smiles, with a flash of white teeth between her gold-tinted lips, and looks wicked.

"Anyone feel like taking watch? And doesn't work, your wife on board?"

"You never know with B'Elanna. But the answer is probably. This tech is a little older than Voyager but she had to work with plenty of old junk in the Maquis. She wouldn't have any access codes here but I'm sure she could come up with a creative solution if we need it. I can take watch. Unless you feel like you need some help." He paused. "Coffee, black," and took the beverage as it appeared.

Tom looked around, moving a bit away from them and casually leaning against a wall, sipping his coffee.

"Hey, you know, I figure if we can't get this working just on the replicators---" he says, tapping in a few commands, and then looking over Gaila to indicate her double-checking his coding. "---then maybe we'll just do things like my Chief Engineer would, and build a still."

Yeah, he just said that.

"Not that I know anything about what he does in that particular corner of Main Engineering anyways."

After his time with the New Mutants, he had developed a sense of "the children are up to something/i>". Too late, for when he really needed it. But he was still in tune with that sense and when he rounded a corner and saw Jim and Gaila - well. That sense almost audibly rang like a bell.

Quietly he eased himself over, a faint upturn on his mouth. "Are we having difficulties or has the replicator replaced the kitchen in the social aspect as well?"

If there were anyone on that ship that could get in trouble quicker than the word could leave your mouth? It was Jim and Gaila. The sort of thing they got into when they finished their studies early and then got bored at the Academy---it was awful. Ask Pike, he's got stories.

And lots of awful subscriptions to terrible magazines.

Jim straightened a little as he heard someone speak, but once he realized it was Erik, he relaxed again.

"Difficulties is a word. Broken is another," he lowers his voice conspiratorially, eyes bright with mirth. "You know, the broken where it doesn't give you anything but synthehol. Which is depressing."

"And a tragedy," Gaila puts in, her expressive mouth pursing a little into an adorable pout. "Although the comment about the social aspect is a fair one, there's no sense of communal mealtimes, and alcohol has always been a social lubricant, so, really, in their efforts to promote harmony, everyone's kinda ignoring a lot of what makes harmonious crews work."

Yes, that is all one sentence. No, she doesn't seem particularly out of breath at the end.

Gaila is...like this.

"You aren't wrong," he nodded slightly at Jim. Oh he was quite happy to have stumbled over this scene. "And you are certainly correct," a light nod at Gaila. He wasn't perturbed by her speech, he knew other young people who spoke like that. Especially his son.

The thought of his son caused his smile to falter for a moment, like a light bulb flickering out, before he forces it back, brighter. "So, what's the difficulty?"

"Right up on the same level as the Greek ones, even." Shut up, he's a history nerd. Gary used to tease the hell out of him over it, even though he prefers early American history.

"See, it really is a key to harmony. On my ship, I just look the other way, and pretend that I don't know about Scotty's still in Engineering. As long as nobody gets into trouble, I'm not inclined to stop it. Work still gets done, and people are generally not stupid.

Keeps incidents down when it comes to shore leave too, which is a bonus."

Jim catches the flickering of his smile, but he doesn't comment on it. Not with how he forces it back. He can guess there's a not too happy tale to go with it.

"The difficulty is bypassing the security lockouts, which will require Gaila and I to be---imaginative." He throws a grin in her direction. "But we're good at that. Even if we don't always agree on matters of coding."

"Nothing wrong with elegant coding," Gaila says with a sweet grin back. There's a bit of teeth, though, tart teasing alongside the sweetness. And the fond.

Oh, is she ever fond of Jim, and it's clear enough for anyone to see.

"But, yeah," she says, glancing at Magneto. "We've worked together before. It just might take some...time and us being focused on it. Which might not let us be as observant..."

Hint, hint, hint, if anyone wants to help.

For a moment, he pulls a stern face but his body posture doesn't match - too open, too interested. "You want a guest on this ship to help you hack equipment which is probably something which will result in some serious penalty if we are caught?" His voice low, serious.

And then his face crumbles into a grin. "Elegant coding is the only way to go with that." A look out they had.

Just like Jim is just as fond of Gaila. Sure, it took him a while to figure it out. It took him losing her where he comes from, and he's still getting his feet back under him in regards to having her back here. It's a little confusing.

He gently nudges her arm with one elbow at the sweet grin thrown his way, eyes twinkling with mirth before he goes back to the coding--only to be distracted by that stern look on Erik's face.

Until it breaks into a grin. "Everybody's gotta bash my way with things, no love." It's teasing of course.

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Finally here and Mags would like both his geeklings.

yessss

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