Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

Comments

[tothefly]

Natasha Romanoff. From the Windrose. Are you new to the fleet?

[She hasn't been as on point with the new arrivals, the last few weeks.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph rubs at the back of his neck.]

Sorta? [He shrugs.] It's not like I just got here, but it's only been about a month.

[tothefly]

We've been growing too fast for me to keep up with, lately. Seems like I've missed a lot of new arrivals.

[It's not entirely a lie. In fact, it's mostly the truth. She shrugs a little herself, mostly with the uninjured arm.]

It's nice to meet you, Joseph. Belated welcome to the circus.

[nextlineis]

[The only people who have a tendency to call Joseph by his actual name are typically much older than him. And it's usually when he's in trouble. So he can't help the slight raise of his eyebrows. He doesn't bother to correct her though. It's just a little weird.]

So what happened to you?

[He nods to her arm.]

[tothefly]

[Personally, she thinks Jojo sounds a little ridiculous. Or like a five-year-old. If he insist, she'll call him that, but until then? He's Joseph. There's more than one reason Barnes isn't getting called Bucky, after all. So she meets that raise of eyebrows with a raise of her own, and when he drops it and asks about her arm, shrugs just slightly.]

Apparently not all the locals are thrilled to have the fleet here, drinking all their booze. I had the fantastic idea to try and mediate a disagreement between the locals and another fleet member. Things got a little out of hand.

[It's more or less what actually happened, and a more polite answer than most people have gotten.]

[nextlineis]

[You're so small though, Natasha...]

[Not that he's stupid enough to say that out loud. She's clearly not letting her injuries slow her down any, so she's obviously pretty tough.]

I'd hate to see the other guy then.

[...Okay, so he's not smart enough to avoid poking fun and being mildly skeptical of the damage she can do. What can you do?]

[tothefly]

[In this particular case, size doesn't especially matter, and if he wants to say the words out loud, she'd be happy to demonstrate--broken arm or no. But instead, he goes for a smarter answer, if only slightly.]

[Yeah, sure, make the jokes. She'll make them right back.]

Guys. I'm sure I could introduce you, if you want. Don't think they're really your type, though.

[nextlineis]

[His eyebrow quirks up briefly at the correction.]

Probably not. I don't usually take to guys who would hit girls like that.