broadcast 01

[tothefly]

Who: Natasha Romanoff and various guests
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX

[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]

It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.

[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]

Comments

[tothefly]

Better the children have some way to defend themselves. I don't trust this place to not throw them to the wolves for the ratings.

I'll try to live up to the expectation. Who am I expecting?

[Give her your name so she can make sure she avoids you consistently, stranger!]

[goldenglasses]

The name's Vash! Vash the Pilot! At your service! And I'm really excited for our first lesson!

[And you can expect that Vash is going to be there early.]

[tothefly]

[Wow. He's either really, really into guns, or he doesn't get out much. Maybe a little of both. With a slight twist of her eyebrows, she nods a goodbye, notably not leaving her name. It's more habit than rudeness.

When he shows up, she's touching up a used target circle on the wall, canister of bright orange paint in her hand and a pistol clearly slung at her thigh, strapped to the leg of her navy blue ship-issue jumper.]

[goldenglasses]

[It's actually a bit of both.

If he was scorned by her not leaving a name he doesn't at all appear to be when he shows up. It just gives him even more an excuse to find a nickname for her.]

Teacher-ma'am! I'm here now! Oooh! That's a fun color! Anything I can do to help? Vash is in his typical red, flowing jacket he always wears. Minus any of his usual firearms and weapons. Trying to look like a novice after all.]