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[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.]

Comments

[survivalistcookbook]

Hey, why not. I guess in infinite universes, there must be one where Blockbuster makes it.

[Burn it was then. He's more or less unrepentant, still in too good of a mood from that signpost that they probably come from at least vaguely analogous worlds.]

So what year are you really from?

[vagabond_code]

A bunch of them I guess.

[No, dummy.]

Twenty thirteen?

[survivalistcookbook]

Oh, wow, pretty close. Twenty fourteen.

[So what if the zombie apocalypse basically halted human advancement a few years before that? Details.]

I'm Eugene Woods. Welcome to The Real World:Space Travel.

[vagabond_code]

I heard about that.

[Hah.]

I guess if I was gunna write in with ideas for how t'make Survivor more interesting, the words 'in space' might come up. And so would the name 'Clint Barton', so they'd know who to send the royalties to.

[survivalistcookbook]

. . . you know, I never thought about the fact that someone's probably making money off of us being here.

[Well. That's a downer right there.]

I'm not sure if that makes it more or less creepy.

[vagabond_code]

Maybe that's the secret to getting out of here. Jus' be unwatchable.

[survivalistcookbook]

I dunno. I've been doing my best for that one for months, and I'm still here.

[vagabond_code]

Answer's "more creepy", by the way.

[survivalistcookbook]

On one hand, yeah. Indentured servitude, that's creepy. On the other hand, isn't it kind of reassuring to know that greed really is universal? You have to admit, it puts a little order in the universe.

[vagabond_code]

Are you trying to say the thieves have the right idea?

[survivalistcookbook]

More of a "devil you know," kind of thing. According to some of the other folks here, there are other arrangements like this out there. Kidnapping people from everywhere with no apparent purpose. At least we're pretty sure it's just for profit.