For jerusalem_s.

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

It's a Saturday morning and being a teenage boy, Pyro's doing what comes naturally to his kind -- that is to say, being studious and walking about the second floor of the school, backpack on shoulder and what looks like a sheaf of schematics in hand. He seems to be slightly confused as to where he's going, though -- and in fact walks past a certain door before stopping, turning, and heading back to his destination, which happens to be exactly one floor up from the Journalism classroom.

"So," Pyro says aloud, and knocks on the door before edging to one side just in case. He went to school with Iceman, Gambit, and Boom Boom for years, after all -- and Pyro's always been one to learn fast.

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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Field trip?" But curiosity didn't quite override hunger, as he was reminded that he hadn't eaten since much earlier yesterday. "Ah, eggs, bacon, toast. Coffee, if there is any."

He watched Spider kick... something. His tech was years ahead of anything he'd ever seen anyway.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Assistant, drink your drink." Spider waved at Phoebe as he glared at the maker over his glasses. "Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Now."

A minute later he reappeared, handing a plate and some utensils to Krycek. "Hope you like them boiled." One last bit of rummaging produced another amber bottle, which he passed to the intern. "Drink up."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded and opened the bottle. She didn't sniff it first. She knew better than to sniff anything before drinking. She tilted the bottle back and drained it.

"Definitely tastes better than Tequila...what was it?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He took his eggs with a shrug - boiled was better than nothing. And he hadn't specified, so he supposed he deserved what he got. "Thanks, sir." Juggling the plate and utensils, he took the bottle as well, frowning.

Krycek saw Phoebe drain her own bottle quickly and waited a moment, settling himself with his breakfast so he wouldn't drop something

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Your new cell phone. Drink yours, Krycek." Spider returned to his own breakfast, swatting at the cat as he dropped into a seat. "Now... before we talk about tomorrow's field trip, does anyone have any pressing questions?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek didn't bother asking - he wasn't a tech person really and Phoebe hadn't keeled over dead yet. So he opened the bottle and tilted his head back to finish it off quickly; liquid cell-phone likely wasn't a taste he wanted mixed with his breakfast.

Clearing his throat, he set the bottle down and ate a piece of toast to clear the faint lingering of the drink. "How do the cell phones work?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had been in enough of his classes to know he wasn't joking. Well, if the gremlin hadn't killed her, niether would whatever he had just given her.

"That's different. How does it work?"