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[makes_the_toys]

When Cisco comes in today he is vexed, VEXED! He suffered a terrible loss and he needs time to recover.

There are only three things going to fix the situation, a stiff Mountain Dew Code Red, a pound bag of Twizzlers and working on redesigns so that when he builds again it'll be better and more badass.

He sends a waitrat for the first two, then takes a seat at a table with his tablet to work on the third.

The forces of evil have no respect for tech, but Cisco totally aims to show them.

[tiny tag: Cisco Ramon]

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[childofrebellion]

(OOC: Let me know if I should add more.)

Cassian knows the swoop races are useful for intel, people forget themselves when watching sports, but his informant keeps being late and there are too many troopers.

He opens the door to dodge a fast moving crowd as someone pushes him and he falls through into Cisco's table while pushing the door shut. In Festian he curses while sitting up to see if he has any new bruises and checking that his blaster is secure in his bag.

[makes_the_toys]

That bump jostles the litter of empty soda cans and Cisco has to reach out to catch a couple from falling off the table.

"Excuse, you, man," he says, looking at the offender, then frowning further when he realizes who it is. "Oh, so you're not just a spy. You're a shove-y spy."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian stands up and glares at Cisco while a few soda cans knock around him, "Kriff, I fell. What are you doing? Getting drunk?"

[makes_the_toys]

"I'm engineering here, it's brain juice," he says, shaking a can at Cassian then frowning when he realizes it's empty.

He lifts and shakes a whole line of the cans and realizes he's gone dry again.

"Hey, can I get a refill over here?" he calls out to a rat.

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel nearly kicks the rat as he makes his way to a table of his own. He had his eyes shut as he as he worked on the massaging the ache in his neck and didn't expect the critter to cross his path.

"Sorry, sorry," he says apologetically as it squeaks angrily at him. "Got an order when you're done with that, big tip on it."

He settles into a chair as the rat continues on to deliver the Twizzlers.

[makes_the_toys]

"Hey, watch it, guy. Little dude is carrying precious cargo," Cisco says, gesturing at the rat and the candy it's carrying.

The rat chitters and hands over the Twizzlers, and Cisco gives him a nod, "Hey, don't worry, I got your back, Ben."

[sticktothemission]

Up go Gabriel's eyebrows.

"Uh, sorry," he says again as the rat returns to his table, "Ben." He didn't realize they had names! He doesn't speak rat. Does this guy speak rat? Why don't the fish translate rat?

"Coconut strawberry smoothie, Bar knows the kind. Add, like, a 25% tip for yourself."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco rips open the bag and pulls out a handful of Twizzlers, taking a chomp out of one, and then setting another to rest sticking from the side of his mouth.

"Good call. I'd hate to think what a pissed off rat might leave in my order." He's just saying.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"They make this shit in red now?"

Yamato doesn't have Gabumon with him today, and his Crest is responding by sulkily projecting a slight, warning chill around him. Yamato doesn't seem to notice, and instead picks up the Mountain Dew to peer at it.

"What's its flavour?"

[makes_the_toys]

Oh look, it's the little savage.

"What's up, Brangelina?" Cisco greets the kid while moving around an image on his tablet with a stylus.

Glancing up from the screen, he snorts. "Uh, Red, duh."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato takes a sip, wrinkling his nose. "Sugar. It's sugar flavoured."

He doesn't put it down, though, so there's that.

"What're you doing?"

[makes_the_toys]

"And sugar is delicious. Ergo, Code Red, nectar of the gods." Cisco makes a grand gesture at the can, then snags another Twizzlers, and goes back to his tablet.

"Making modifications on a piece of tech I designed. I have to rebuild it so I figured I'd upgrade it."

[cottoncandypink]

"That shit'll kill you, you know."

Says the man nearby drinking whiskey with his fried-squiggly-things lunch.

[makes_the_toys]

"It's okay, my friend's a doctor," he replies, eyes on his screen. "She'll restart my heart if the palpitations get too bad."

[cottoncandypink]

"Oh. That's good."

It's not immediately clear if Wilford's being sarcastic or not.

"That happen often?"

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is the king of sarcasm, both in dealing it and ignoring it, so he's fine to take that 'good' as a good.

"Nah, the sugar crash usually takes me out before I get to the heart explodey stages."

[iprotectyou]

An armorless Baze sits at a nearby table today, engraving designs into the stock of his lightbow, which he forged himself out of aluminum. A pitcher of ice water rests near his left elbow, as well as two glasses, one of which is full and he takes drinks from periodically.

He until Cisco glances up from his tablet to retrieve the sugary treats from the rat, and then waves.

"Hoi, Cisco! May the Force of others be with you! What are you working on? And what are you eating?"

[makes_the_toys]

The hail turns Cisco's head and he gives Baze a nod.

"Hey, Baze, what's up?"

Turning the package to show Baze the front, he answers, "Brain food. I'm working on redesigns for my suit. I have to build a replacement."

[iprotectyou]

"Your suit? What happened to the first one?" Baze asks, cocking his head to the side.

[runningred]

Jay walks past with a trashed helmet, part of the wiring exposed. He glances over Cisco's shoulder. "You too, huh?"

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco looks up, eying the helmet then looking at Jay.

"If by that you mean bad guys having no respect for tech, then yeah."

[runningred]

"No." Jay sighs. "No, they don't. So someone trashed Barry's suit?"

[no_more_hiding]

The motion at the nearby table pulls Hank from his own work and he rubs his eyes with one furry hand while reaching for a Twinkie with the other; only to find wrappers.

Sighing, he waits until the waitrat is through with the other table to wave him over and ask for Ovaltine and another plate of Twinkies. He does note the prevalence of red in the other man's choice of snack and wonders about it.

"Sorry to bother you, but is that some form of licorice you have there?"

[makes_the_toys]

"Pshaw, this is the form of licorice," Cisco says, head turning, but eyes staying on his screen for a moment. "I don't care what the cult of Red Vine sa-- "

He finally gets his eyes aimed where his head is pointed and his jaw sags, licorice hanging from the side.

"--ys. Whaaat... " the hell?

[no_more_hiding]

Hank's eyes widen and he looks over his shoulder towards the direction the other man is looking before realizing Cisco is likely reacting to him. Turning back, cheeks turns a more indigo hue, he smiles slightly and says, "I apologize for startling you. I am human, though a mutant."