003 ♐ Video ♐ Give me a Boo, give me a B, give me an S

[codename_duchess]

[CW: Discussion of cancer]

[Guess what has two thumbs and is awake, Barge? And guess what’s also reasonably unperturbed by falling into a Barge coma? THIS GUY.]

So in case some of you idiots didn’t know, it’s October, which means in addition to pumpkin spice lattes and slutty Halloween costumes sold on every corner, it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month. [Archer holds up a little pink ribbon; there’s another one pinned to the lapel of his suit.] Nobody should have to go through this disease, because except for the medical marijuana it freaking sucks. So show some support, guys, wear a ribbon. And if you haven’t gotten checked lately, run through the self-exam or hit up the doctors in the infirmary. I’m sure they’d be happy to help. [It says something about how serious he is that he doesn’t make any jokes about this. Not even a crack about mammograms.]

And speaking of slutty Halloween costumes, who’s throwing the party? Is it BYOB?

[Private; Rogue]
Uh, pub?

Pub.

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[neuropathy]

[ Huh. So that's ...something. Nathan is not, to his knowledge, actually impossible to surprise (just uh, difficult), and yet. This is still surprising! ]

Yes to the ribbon, no to any kind of party.

[ Especially not one with costumes. ]

[codename_duchess]

Are you seriously shutting down the party before it even starts? Thank you, Buzzkill Aldrin.

[neuropathy]

[ ...fine, he's at least going to snort appreciatively. ]

Don't worry too much. I checked my buzzkill authority at the door along with my badge.

[ Oh Nathan, don't be silly. You don't need a badge or authority to be a buzzkill. ]

Just sayin' it's not my thing.

[ And he knows, due to their extensive breach history, that it is therefore exactly the kind of thing Archer would try to get him to attend.

It seems irrelevant, maybe, to be discussing this, but what he's assuming is that Archer knew someone who survived breast cancer--or didn't. Supporting awareness physically is within his purview, offering condolences not so much. ]

[yeahscience]

...does it have to be pink?

[codename_duchess]

Of course it has to be pink! It's breast cancer! Idiot.

[yeahscience]

Cancer's cancer, asshole. And I'd wear a ribbon if I didn't have to look totally gay doing it.

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[megamind]

Halloween party?

[ Megamind is tentatively roused from his funk because... you know, that's a....... not depressing thought. ]

I don't think you'll find, uh, many who are eager for the, uh... types of costumes you're describing but... I don't know. Party. It... could happen. Maybe. If we don't have a disaster, flood, breach, or some other event steamroll it into the ground, anyway.

[ It's hard to stay optimistic, yo. ]

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[codename_duchess]

Why not? We've got women on board, don't we? Superheroes? Just let 'em come in their battle gear.

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[megamind]

I think they might have issue with the word you-- uh, used to describe things.

[ Slutty is just so... loaded. ]

[lastrat]

[This is strangely serious for you Archer, James has observed enough to know that much.]

Was someone you know diagnosed?

[codename_duchess]

Yeah, me. [Again, totally serious.] I lost a friend to it too.

[lastrat]

Shame. [If not for the dead friend, he might have poked fun. But he's not an Isis agent, so.] Are you in remission?

[mistconduct]

Sure thing. I'll be sure to check those boobs I don't have.

[codename_duchess]

Very funny, at-risk-person-who-doesn't-even-know-it. Men get breast cancer too.

[mistconduct]

Bullshit, they do not.

[hellofleshyones]

I am not an "idiot", you intellectually impaired flesh bag. I have a very impressive robot brain.

[Sulk sulk sulk.]

But October does occasionally make for improved aesthetics. And plentiful excuses for alcohol consumption.

[routemistress]

...Since when do we need an excuse?

I'm thinkin' of going with a Wizard of Oz theme for me costume. Want to be me tin man?

[hellofleshyones]

Oh, I do not. And neither do you. However most fleshbags seem to require one.

I am not made of tin.

[codename_duchess]

Okay, I don't know how you have a robot "brain" instead of a hard drive or something but it's obviously not totally dysfunctional. How come Agent Smith over here is the only one who knows what's up?

[hellofleshyones]

I assume that's some kind of fleshy reference.

[He's unimpressed. Mostly because he doesn't follow.]

Of course it isn't dysfunctional. If it were I would need to perform maintenance. I don't call your processing circuits a hard drive, do I?

[Private] As I violate my self-imposed hiatus for you

[la_belle_rogue]

Sorry, we can't meet in the pub.

[Private] I won't tell!

[codename_duchess]

What, is it being fumigated or something?

[Private] It's a complete secret

[la_belle_rogue]

No. It's personal. We can meet somewhere else.

[canfindrope]

...I don't really know what that is.

[codename_duchess]

Who are you, Cheryl? [Despite taking his entire box of pink ribbons back at the office, his mother's secretary hadn't known what cancer was either.]