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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[vdistinctive]

"Drinkin' that much salt ain't good for your blood pressure." Of course, neither was racism. "I still say we just need to take out the whole Academy and replace 'em with a buncha folks who ain't old rich white men."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I'm likin' that, too," Hardison said. "You think we can get a Mastermind on how to make that happen? I'm willin' to steal the Academy."

[vdistinctive]

"She's callin' it 'Plan C'," Eliot said. "Behind stealing the show and burning the place down. We're still workin' on her priorities."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Agreed," Hardison said. "Burnin' it down should clearly be Plan A."

Eliot, you knew your crew was bloodthirsty, right?

[vdistinctive]

He was never entirely sure how the stone-cold killer ended up being the voice of reason. "If you burn it all down you don't get to rub it in their faces when people of color take the whole thing by storm."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Because they were tiny, innocent babies who didn't have the experience to back up the bloodthirsty?

"Point," Hardison grumbled. "But it would sure be damn satisfyin' to see. An' then we could build somethin' new an' better on the ashes."

[vdistinctive]

"Sure, while we watch 'em run around trippin' over themselves lookin' for a scapegoat to blame the fire on. I'm tellin' ya, man, we just gotta clean house. I promise we can set some smaller fires along the way."

Damn pyros, the both of them.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"See, you do love me," Hardison said. "A'ight, I suppose we can shelve the idea to set the whole thing on fire, but only cause you promise that we can set little ones. I'mma hold you to it, too."