Disclaimer: I do not own Oban or any of its characters. Didn't I say I'd stop writing disclaimers? Oh well crappy day.

Eva sighed heavily as she spread out over the catwalk that hung above the hanger. They'd moved on to the planet of Esqua, but no races had been called yet. No one was sure when the races would resume, if they ever did. So Eva wase planet of Esqua, but no races had been called yet. No one was sure when the races would resume, if they ever sitting around perpetually bored. And she had the unfortunate luck of having a cast on a planet that had two suns, an endless desert and virtually no night.

She glanced outside to watch the winds toss the sand and dust arounk of having a cast on a planet that had two suns and virtualld in the dry heat. She absently scratched at the cast which luckily for her she could remove to take showers and for other hygienic purposes. But the material it was made of was ridiculously sturdy and thick and in the heat made it itch.

"Gah!" sh!"ses. But the material it was made of was ridiculously sturdy and thick and in the heat made it itch.

e showers and for othe cried and sat up. Eva looked around to see that no one else was in too much of a hurry, not even Stan and Koji. They absently toyed with some of the spare parts but it was obvious to see that fixing the Zodiac was not high on their list of things-to-do. Heed with some of the spare parts but it was obvious to seer dad she knew had retreated to his office and was busying himself with paperwork, although even he had opted out of wearing his usual black suit and had gone with a white button down and a pair of khakis. Bethany was leaning up against the hanger opening, catching what little wind she could while trying to stay far from the reach of the sun. Rick seemed to be the only one who wasn't bothered too much by the heat. He was pulling some of the damaged parts out of the Zodiac's engine and assessing whether or not they could be salvaged. He jotted down a note here or there on a pad of paper but he was the only one really trying to keep busy.

Eva pulled her shirt as if somehow the peeling of her shirt from her skin would make her cooler but that insufferable heat just continued to assault her. She got up and made her way down the stairs, trying to find something to keep her occupied so that she wouldn't think about how hot she was or how the itching of the cast was driving her to the brink of insanity. Earlier the young woman has tried meditating to calm her mind and gather focus but she'd given up after about five minutes. Considering that she was still a newbie at this and had little focus as it was, putting her in what had to be God's frying pan did not make for an enticing meditation environment.

"Hot enough for ya?" she absent-mindedly said to Bethany. The older woman just kind of glanced at her out of the corner of her eye while also picking a drenched tank top from her chest.

"It's not so much the heat, it's the stagnation. There's hardly a breeze and this unchanging landscape can drive one to drink. Of course, that would be if it didn't dehydrate the body so badly," she snipped. Eva knew that she was just cranky because of the weather and besides, her gripes held little bite. The young pilot looked out the hanger doors at the great sea of sand. Off in the great distance, she could see what would be the equivalent of sandstone mountains on Earth, but they were a dull beige color and did little to break up the monotony of…well, everything.

She scratched at her neck while panning the garage for anything to do. Her eyes settled on a pile of old spray cans sitting not to far from Stan and Koji. For a moment she just stared at them, not really thinking about anything in particular. Until…

"Hey Bethany. Do you have a lighter?"

KABOOM!

You know, for such a small can of paint, it sure did make a big explosion, Eva thought. g of her shirt would make her cooler but that insufferable heat just continued

"That one must've had a lot more paint in it than we originally thought," Bethany mused aloud. Stan and Koji barely nodded before they went to set up the next batch. They had set up a small station outside the hanger, complete with a wall for them to hide behind. Mind you, it got a bit cozy back there, but between all the giggling and laughing, no one was complaining much.

Eva'd gotten the idea from a memory that'd found its way from the bank. It had happened at the boarding school outside the dorms. She'd been watching from her window as a bunch of morons blew up spray paint cans in leau of fireworks. They claimed it was their right to celebrate the Fourth of July and since they couldn't set off fireworks, they were gonna blow up something. They'd apparently scrounged all over the campus before finding a storage shed with some old spray paint cans in them.

While it was fun to watch, it was even more amusing when at the end of their little game, the boys were suddenly aware that they'd maybe blown the things up too close to the building, as it now looked like a Jackson Pollock painting had exploded on the dorm wall. Needless to say, the perpetrators were caught and made to clean up the mess. It'd been one of Eva's better fourths at the boarding school.

"So what color next? Eighties teal eye shadow or navy nineties bike shorts?" Koji called. Eva and Bethany couldn't help but snicker at the names they'd given the bottles, just to make the experience that much more exciting.

"Eye shadow, definitely eye shadow," she called and they both watched the boys set it up. Stan and Koji had been more than happy to get on board, as it would give them something to do, and like all men, gave them something to blow up. Everyone was running around in safety goggles and tan hooded coats, the first to protect their eyes from the paint, the second was mandatory for anyone going out in the sun.

"You know, sex shop pink doesn't go well with red, Eva," Bethany commented, pulling at a strand of her hair. Her fingers pulled away to indeed show that the young pilot hadn't been ducking as far down as she should and had colored some of her hair.

Eva was about to retort when they heard, "Incoming!" and squeezed in behind the Plexiglas window. Again, a tight squeeze considering it was part of the door of a sedan and a few crates that made up their protective wall but well worth it. Even if all the splattered paint was starting to make it hard to see through the window.

They waited and watched as the flame ate up the liquor soaked cloth and then…

KABOOM!

They cheered and clapped like a bunch of morons but a bunch of happy morons. As the mechanics went for the next can, Eva took the moment to stretch since she'd been crouching for too long. Something on Bethany's arm caught her eye and upon closer inspection, made her grin.

"Considering how much you hate the eighties, you're well on your way to wearing the look," she told the woman. Bethany looked perplexed but when she followed Eva's finger, she noticed the a slat in one of the boards had given the paint ample opportunity to dye her arm.

"Please. At least I look good in this color," she said just as the boys came hurtling back around the corner.

They eagerly watched with bated breath, even though they'd done this almost two dozen times now, when…

"What is going on here?" All four tensed and turned to see Don and Rick standing behind them, with puzzled looks on their faces. Oh dear god…

"GET DOWN!" Stan yelled and the four of them ducked as the can gave the loudest KABOOM! of the day. It was a while before anyone dared look up and were shocked to find that parts of the garage were covered in paint. Rick poked his head out from around the corner of the garage, making sure the coast was clear. They could see that a part of his arm had gotten some part of the blast.

But the worst part was Don Wei. The man was covered head-to-waist in what Eva and Bethany had lovingly dubbed Hooker Red Lipstick. He'd been smart enough to wear goggles probably because of all the exploding noises, though that did little good considering they were now doused in red paint. Eva didn't know whether to cower, hide or laugh. She felt that all three at once would be appropriate, if she could only move.

Don, in his characteristic fashion, slowly removed the goggles. Oh, that just made it worst. Eva felt really sorry for her dad because now she really, really wanted to laugh. He looked like the world's worst sunburn victim.

"You…ALL of you…are in so much trouble. I want this cleaned up…by the time I'm done with my shower…but don't think that's the end of it. Oh no…that's definitely not the end of it," he muttered as he turned around and headed back into the hanger.

It was a few tense moments before anyone moved. Eva looked at Bethany, who snapped her fingers and in her best Jerseylicious voice said, "Guuuurrrrrl, he's just jealous."

Everyone busted out laughing and it was a long while before Eva even had the strength to stand up since she was busy holding the stitch in her side.

Author's Note: Yay! I finally finished this chapter. I was having a hard time figuring out how to write it. I don't do well with comedy unfortunately. I've had this idea in my head for a while, as something to break the serious tension. I really don't have an excuse for why it's taken me this long to update, mostly that I'm lazy.

I do believe that Eva would have some idea of who Jackson Pollock was considering she went to a pretty fancy boarding school. She probably didn't like it but she'd know what it is.

I just also love the idea of calling something Hooker Red Lipstick. Ah, poor Don Wei. You were bound to get it at some point.

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