Mav: Guys...I just want to know. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.
*silence*
Mav: Smart choice, I was lying. *looks around the circle consisting of Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy. Then he looks up at the break room to stare at Halo, Fritz, Coyote, Omaha, Yale, and Harvard. The other group stares back instead of hiding* So...no one wants to fess up?
Mav: Okay..I see how it is. *turns to look at Rooster* You know anything?
Rooster: Nope, I had no part in this Mav-
Mav: Bullshit, I can see the corner of mustache twitching, it only does that when you're hiding something from me.
Rooster: *checks to see if it's true but realizes he fell for the trick* Shit!
Mav: No part of this, my ass. The longer this takes, the worse the punishment's gonna be. *narrows his eyes at Rooster before whipping his attention to Fanboy* How bout you, Fanboy? Got something to tell me?
Fanboy: *avoids Mav's eyes to look at the others. Phoenix makes a zip-it motion. Hangman mouthes, "you better fucking not."* I don't know anything either, Captain.
Mav: *squints harder* So....I guess Cyclone's office randomly decided to redecorate itself overnight?
Hangman: *because the man can't help himself* Cyclone may have finally decided to spruce up the place.
Mav: *zeroes in on Jake* Really?! He decided to replace every single picture in his office spontaneously...with shirtless pictures of young me!?
Hangman: I mean, you were a hot young twink back then, Pops. Can't really blame the admiral.
*Everyone except Mav facepalms*
Mav: *sighs while muttering you cannot kill your child, you need 12 to make a full dozen* Given the withstanding silence, I'm going to make an educated guess and say it was a group effort. *the group starts to protest* which I do respect. I'm glad to see you each have each other's back. That being said, speak now or forever hold your piece.
*Everyone remains silent, though there are a lot of shifting eyes and suspicious looks traded.*
Mav: Then....you leave me no choice...*pauses dramatically to make eye contact with everyone* you are all banned from my house for an entire week-.
Everyone: WHAT THE FUCK!
*violent banging on a window can be heard from the break room and Mav looks up. Halo and Harvard are both holding up pieces of paper with the words "HELL NO!" & "YOU CAN'T DO THIS US!" angrily scribbled on each respectfully*
Mav: Hush! All of you! You all did something wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences of your actions - No, stop it, all of you, those eyes are not going to work on me.
Phoenix: Sir, hypothetically speaking, *Mav raises his eyebrow* if we were the ones to put up those pictures instead of Admiral Simpson, I would think you would find it funny too.
Mav: Oh, don't worry, Phe, I burst out laughing and couldn't stop for 10 minutes straight when I walked into his office. In fact, I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.
Phoenix: Then why-
Mav: My problem with all of this is that he won't give the photos back.
*stunned silence*
Bob: I-I'm sorry, sir, did you just say-
Mav: I said what I said. Cyclone won't give the photos back.
Rooster: *whispers what the fuckkkkk* Okay, well.... we can steal them back for you...
Mav: Nope, there is no redemption round for any of you. *he cocks his hip and points to everyone, including the people upstairs* Now, thanks to all of you ......I have no choice but to seduce Cyclone to get them back.
....
Daggers.exe has stopped working
Rooster: *faints but Fanboy catches him, but they both collapse on the ground*
Payback: *chokes on his spit and starts up a coughing fit*
Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob: *all have varying glazed looks of horror, with Jake's being the most horrified*
Payback: *in a raspy voice* S-Sir, you must be joking!
Mav: *with the most serious look they had ever seen* Did I stutter?
Hangman: What the hell..there's no reason for you to do so *mutters why would you even* we can sneak into his office after hours -
Mav: And risk more of Cyclone's wrath? I don't think so, Lieutenant.
Fanboy: *still on the ground holding the downed Rooster, lightly tapping his face to wake up* Sir, Why is it so important that you get those photos back?
Mav: Why is it so important? Why is it so important!? I'll tell you why it's so important! It's because there are only a handful of copies of those photos, those being included!
Hangman: *whispers* why do you even have-
Mav: And they were all Christmas gifts to specific people!
Hangman: *proceeds to faint just like Rooster, taking Payback down with him.*
Mav: *continues ranting* I don't know how you kids were able to get your hands on those photos, but now someone is missing their photos and I'm not keen on remaking them anytime soon. So, if you would all excuse me, I have to call my husband and explain to him why I need him to bring me my special change of clothes. *turns on his heel and struts away, missing Phoenix and Bob turning green with horror*
*He gets all the way to the Hanger but is stopped by Hondo and Warlock*
Hondo: Ugh *glances at the group of traumatized aviators, foaming at the mouth* Mav? What was all that about?
Mav: *gets that Look on his face* that, my friend, was the sound of 75 bucks making its way into my pocket.
Next >>>> The Aftermath 😳
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equilibrium (unbruised, part 3/3)
(E, Sixty/F!Reader, almost 20k bc I’ve lost my mind, we’re wrapping up this angst fest) — complete
The back of the lab is bigger than the previous ones, but far emptier, which as far as Sixty is concerned is its saving grace: less stuff means less time wasted on glorified clean-up duty.
As usual, it’s full of the same uninteresting cabinets and equipment stands, old or defunct biocomponents, the odd bottle—empty, or practically empty—of thirium. The room tapers but rounds a corner into a smaller alcove at the end; display screens and units have been pulled to the edge of the wall by the corner, obscuring it from view, so Sixty crosses the room to peer around the tangle of wiring and computers.
The echo of his footsteps carries on long after he freezes.
Glass lines the far wall, covering recessed cupboards full of android parts. It’s not clear at a glance how many are decent salvage and which are faulty. Sixty’s eyes pass over them without taking any notice.
A giant arm protrudes down from the ceiling, encased in white, breaking into four smaller arms at the end. Two are disconnected, hanging almost limp. The remaining two hold aloft the wrists of an android.
A twisting revulsion hits Sixty, strong enough to knock him a step backwards. Sharp lines in brash monochrome fill his vision, his mind, but Sixty can’t tear his eyes away from that face. Recognition takes no effort. He’s seen that face every day since Talia reactivated him.
The numbers are new, bright against interminable black. 87.
“Connor.” His voice comes out too quiet. “Connor! Get over here.”
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Karen Harvey on The Monkees' tour plane, summer of 1967 (photo by Henry Diltz); Peter Tork, Karen, and Justin in January 1968 (photo courtesy of Bridgeman Images); Peter and Karen's son Domin, 1989 ("Tork recently visited Harvey and her son in Amsterdam," per The News Journal in 1989; Peter and Karen in the 2000s.
"Harvey was living in the same apartment building as Tork, at 35 Bedford St., and they cemented a friendship that had started earlier. 'We’re still very, very good friends,' she said.
Through a girlfriend at one of the art galleries, Harvey also go to know David Crosby. He and Tork were responsible for getting Harvey to move West.
'He [Crosby] fell in love with my girlfriend and took her back to California. Then Peter got this Monkees thing and moved there. Everybody was trying to get me to come to California, and so I eventually went,' Harvey says.
'She came because I asked her to,' Tork confirmed during a phone call from California. 'I can’t actually say she was my girlfriend. She was my roommate. She came back and forth for a while. I’m an old fan of hers from way, way back. Karen is a wonderful singer.'
Although she eventually got her own apartment, Harvey spent much of her time at Tork’s house, under the famous 'Hollywood' sign. 'I was handling a lot of affairs of the house because he [Tork] was working like a slave,' Harvey said. 'TV work is no picnic.'
With the increasing amount of money and fame through the Monkees’ TV show, Tork moved to a bigger house (once owned by actor Wally Cox) in Studio City. They also needed more room because Tork, Harvey and Robert Hammer, who directed the horror film 'Don’t Answer the Phone,' had formed a film company called Breakthrough-Influence, whose work included videos for Crosby, Stills and Nash, and Steve Miller. (Hammer is also the father of Harvey’s son, Justin, 22; she has another son, Domin, 11, by a member of Sail-Joia.)
'It was in that [Studio City] house that Lowell George from Little Feat used to rehearse, and that was the house that the Beatles came to,' Harvey said. 'Jimi Hendrix came to both [houses] because he was a real good friend right up until he died.'
Of the Beatles, only Ringo Starr and George Harrison dropped by the Studio City home, Tork recalled. 'We went swimming for a while in the pool.'
'I slept through it,' said Harvey of the visit. 'I though they would hang around a little and I was just real slow about it and they left. I was hanging out with every superstar in the book, and they were just average people to me. Peter Tork was very, very generous, and his house was an open house.'
To make up for her missing the Beatles, Harvey said, Tork suggested they go to England to visit them. It was New Year’s Eve 1968 [sic]. She remembers that her son, Justin, who was a toddler then, played bongos with Harrison at Apple Records.
'We went to visit George,' Tork said. 'George was doing cuts for the "Wonderwall" album [read more about Peter's banjo contribution to the movie here] at the time. I remember George offering to turn the lights up so Karen could have more light to take pictures.'" - The News Journal, July 16, 1989
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“I don’t know that it [fame] affected my ability to have friendships. Basically I don’t think I knew how to be or have a friend beforehand, and I don’t think I learned while I was in that operation [The Monkees]. I mean, I had some good buddies, you know, but that wasn’t the same thing, I didn’t really understand. There was only one person in my life that I could turn to when I was hurting who happened somehow to know what it was, what it took to stop me hurting, and that was a woman named Karen Harvey, who later joined me on the West Coast. And I thought, well, here’s a friend come to join me and this will be a real friend. And we were pretty good friends, I guess, but there wasn’t any that, you know, that — I didn’t know what a friend did in a sense of how, on a day-to-day basis, do you maintain your friendships, do you go out of your way to make sure that things are nice and right and, you know, the kind of work that a friendship takes. You don’t just have a friendship without work. And I didn’t know that. And I’m not so sure I know it now.” - Peter Tork, NPR, June 3, 1983
“[‘Lady’s Baby’] was about the lady that I was living with at the time, and her son. That’s them [in photo 2], that’s my darling Karen, with whom I am still very good friends all these years later.” - Peter Tork during his My Life In The Monkees & So Much More tour, 2013 (x)
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