CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
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driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
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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.]
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.]
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Sounds very official. What do your Avengers do?
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We're Earth's Mightiest Heroes. It's our slogan. Catchy right?
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[Doesn't say much about what they actually accomplish, though she's guessing the answer is lawkeeping work.]
You're another from Earth. It seems like a well-populated world.
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[It sounded like a space-compliment.]
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[Different from a regular compliment how, exactly?]
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[It made sense in his head. On earth, it was pretty common to say "Nice hair" or "I dig that car" to strangers as a sort of perfunctory greeting. Maybe two people meeting in space for the first time tended to give vague planet-compliments. Space-etiquette.]
But in space.
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[It's hard for her to imagine anyone who has suggesting space compliments seriously.]
It was more of a space observation, if you want to get technical.
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[To space.]
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[Word of advice: It better not be Life Day.]
So who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?
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[Avenger, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, man-who-shoots-arrows, dog-owner, landlord.]
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It's nice to meet you too. So are you from earth or -- not from earth?
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I'm from Alderaan. As far as I can tell, it's in a different galaxy from your planet.
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So you've never been.
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[That seemed to be the implication here.]