From the Apartment Above Lukes, Sunday Night

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"This sucks," Hardison grumbled from his couch where the bank of TVs against the wall were turned to something that was very specifically not the Oscars. "You know I've been to every single one of these since I was fifteen, right? Fifteen! Had to steal a damn tuxedo my first year just to be allowed in. All that tradition down the damn drain because some folks can't remember that it ain't 1956 no more."

He had been ranting about this for over an hour now and showed no signs of stopping.

"Bad enough they ignored Selma last year," he continued. "I mean, any movie about Dr. King is, like, instant Oscar bait. But to ignore Straight Outta Compton? That movie was amazing! Yo, that dude who played MC Ren was on point in every damn scene he was in. This is a damn travesty!"

The couch could no longer contain his frustration. Hardison flung himself up and started to pace, furiously downing bottles of Squeeze Orange soda, which wasn't helping his energy levels any. "You know, I can fix this. I can hack the hell outta those Oscars. We'll see how good their damn ceremony is with Hardison in control of the lights an' music an' the damn teleprompter!"

This would...probably not end well.

[Establishy, but open to the crew if they want in! Thanks to whoisalicewhite for reminding me of Hardison's canonical Oscar attendance. Which, combined with Aldis Hodge's role in the unfairly-snubbed Straight Outta Compton made this post a must]

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Anyway. I'm sure they'd be happy if I set their cages on fire. Hamsters and accountants should be free to crunch numbers in sunlight."

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, that'd probably just lead to them gettin' laid off or something," Eliot said apologetically. "And PwC has offices all over the globe, so you'd have to spend a lot of time settin' those fires."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker grumbled a bit, and said, "Okay, I don't want that. I'll work on Plan D. After we start our indie movie studio. And win some of those stupid Oscars. We can use them as gargoyles on the roof."

[vdistinctive]

"Why don't we just disgrace the Academy members and get 'em replaced by some folks who aren't creaky old white guys?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm." Parker considered. "Okay, that can be Plan C, and if that doesn't work, then we go to Plan D. .. although really, how do you disgrace a bunch of publically embarrassing Academy members who are already making money off being ridiculous?"

[vdistinctive]

"Steal all their money and get 'em indicted for tax fraud?" Eliot suggested. "What're Plans A and B?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Plan B was the setting fire to things. Plan A was taking over the Oscars, but I think that might make us bad guys if we took all those actors hostage during the next live telecast." She paused. "Although we could probably get Denzel's autograph that way."

[vdistinctive]

"Pretty sure there are easier ways to get that."