livin' like a washed-up celebrity

[slushfund]

who: hiruma youichi and you
broadcast: video/action, fleetwide
action: marsiva's hospitality deck
when: january 14th, early evening

VIDEO
Greetings to you, fucking strangers!

[the enthusiastic voice of someone loud barks over the network feed, followed by wide eyes and jagged teeth. hiruma may sound like he's settled in, or like his appearance on the marsiva is a negligible event, seemingly unperturbed, but life always has a strange way of throwing wrenches into his plans. if this is where he's been thrown, he'll survive by learning how to adapt to it — and quickly.

that tends to include sucking it up and moving forward.

immediately, two things are made crystal clear. this blond, bat-faced bastard is prepared to rake in loyal sponsors and a serious amount of dough? and he's going to use all of you as a soundboard to do it.]

I have some complaints. None you haven't head before, surely, however...

[a long finger raises in a "kindly wait one moment" gesture, before the camera turns to face a pile of exercise equipment, bright, expansive screens with live broadcasts, and cots lining the walls. what the hand still in view motions aggressively to are the dumbbells, stretching mats, and crossfit-looking machines.]

Just what the fuck is this? There's not nearly enough to do in here 'sides melt into a chair watching these fancy ass televisions, or trying not to die on this old equipment. You expect me to wait around like this till the shuffle? Don't wait up for the Stockholm syndrome to kick in, bastards.

[point of view shifting once more, facing back to that now-skeptical mug, hiruma clicks his tongue in disdain with a sidelong glance off to the windows.]

Anyone wanna play a game?

ACTION
[if you're more of the seek and destroy kind of crew member, it's easy to pick hiruma out in the large room late into the evening. he makes no effort to hide from visitors, even if seems lonely staring out of the sloping bay windows, like he has been — almost unmoving — for a couple of hours, eyes studying star-scape.

there's a lot to think about, now, with even more plans to set in motion. there has to be some kind of way to prepare for the events ahead.]

◉ Video + Action

[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint "a Hawkeye" Barton and yous guys
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening

[Clint begins his broadcast with his hearing aids in, but the result is a series of false starts where it’s obvious from the wincing and the head-turning that he’s dealing with some sort of loud or high-pitched feedback. It isn’t long before he ditches them - rips them off and pockets them - and starts over again. lips it is, then ]

Alright this isn’t going to be a big thing - I just want to put my face out there.

[And he pauses, counting out the seconds for whoever might be looking to take a look at their beep-machines and catch sight of him.]

Oh, and to whoever brought us here, nice ship. Also, you’ve got some balls, kidnapping someone who carries one of these in his wallet:

[Casually, meaningfully, accidentally, he produces a blockbuster membership card, with the printed name Clinton F. Barton and a signature. When he catches his mistake he tosses the card down out of frame and the camera catches him thumbing through the inside of his wallet. Following that, the sound of him mumbling:]

Futzing Avengers ID, never around when you… [He trails off. The feed doesn’t.]

[A little later, sitting wherever there’s a seat to be claimed aboard the Marsiva, he’ll be found picking cards out of his wallet and tossing them down onto a table. Reorganizing, dismissing some, yet the cards that he doesn’t tuck back into their leathery hideaway are all landing corner-to-corner in a perfect even pile.

A little later, you might catch him sprawled out and napping. Because he naps. He’s a napper.]