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driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-14 10:06 pm
◉ Video + Action
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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Um. Alphabetical, I guess. How could you order them chronologically?
[She pauses. Wait. Wait. Why is she even answering this kind of question?!]
How do you even have that many cards?
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[And he's too nice not to take them.]
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Wait, wait, wait! You just take any card anyone gives you? [She scoffs.] Then they can't be that important!
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Those guys have quotas.]
Important enough that they printed a card. How about this one:
[He held up a card for Kirkland & Ellis LLP.]
Never know when you'll need a lawyer.
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That's a card for lawyer? [Huh.
She doesn't know any lawyers.
But never mind that--]
Hey... But they're not even here in the fleet! None of the people who gave you those cards are!
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[He glances at the card.]
See, now you know about Kirkland 'n Ellis. That wasn't even on purpose.
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[A pause. And she laughs.] I guess if I ever end up where you're from I'll know they exist!
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So what? You show everyone you meet your lawyer's card now?
[She doesn't actually know much about business cards okay.]
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[He actually sort of forgot it was in there, and now he tosses it like piece of trash.]
I'm more into the family-owned indie-guys than the big shot guys with the wigs. That there was a big-shot firm.
[These days all his lawyering was handled by the various organizations he was attached to, anyway.]
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She watches as he just tosses it, brow furrowing. What does that even mean??]
...Oh. And that's... a bad thing? The, um, indie-guys are better?
[She really doesn't know!!]