video/Marsiva

[littlecousin]

Who: Namorita Prentiss
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Current

[A pretty, pale-skinned woman with "sea green" (I don't write the canon narration, okay) eyes is holding the communicator too close to her face. Depending on your frame of reference, she looks like a blond Vulcan or a more or less unremarkable elf, and she's wearing an expression of slightly exasperated concentration. And she is definitely talking to herself.]

Aww man, I bet Starkphones are better than this.

[She's accidentally turned on the broadcast, you see, because she's from the early 90s and how does personal electronics that aren't from Atlantis. Quick study, though, and she giggles a little as she realizes she's transmitting.]

Whoops. Hi, everybody. My name's Nita, nice to meet you, can someone tell me how to record a voicemail greeting on this please and thank you?

[Obviously it has to have voicemail, duh.

Technological hiccups notwithstanding, Nita seems quite unbothered by having been kidnapped into space, and she settles back, pulling her long ponytail forward over a bare shoulder as she does so to avoid pinning herself to the seat by her own hair. The new angle reveals that she's wearing a scaly green bathing suit and not much else...and she's seemingly unbothered by that, too, looking at the feed with an expectant, friendly smile.]

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[littlecousin]

["Fish out of water" I see what you did there.

Nita looks at the screen for a second, knowing he's familiar but needing a moment to place him.]

Oh! Mr. Barton! Hi!

[She's pretty okay considering any friend of Cap's to be a potential friend of hers.]

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[vagabond_code]

[Yeah, he has a different aesthetic going on right now. Older, disheveleder, less of a dick. Or he's trying to be.]

It's-

[He nearly said "Clint" on reflex, but 'Mr. Barton' echoed around between his eyes and his brain a little bit and he decided to hold off on that for a now. At least until he could hear it out 'loud.]

Good y'know who I am. Makes things a lot easier.

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[littlecousin]

[Nita defaults to the polite form of address with anyone older than she is unless she really dislikes them, and getting her to really dislike you requires superhuman levels of dickery, not the usual baseline one displayed by most comics characters.]

We know a lot of the same people.

[Has Namor thrown a car at him? She figures Namor's probably thrown a car at him at some point.

And she has no idea how to ask someone if they still have a secret identity all subtle-like, especially over a public broadcast.]

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[vagabond_code]

[Funny that she should put it in exactly those terms, since that what's she's likely to find here. A lot of the same people. For example, he's already found more than one of James Barnes.]

I mean, there's other-dimension weirdness going on here, so I might not have looked like the Clint you know.

Y'know?

Watch out for that, is all I'm saying.

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[littlecousin]

Dude, it's not my first interdimensional rodeo. I'll be fine.

[Does she even know what a rodeo actually is? Doubtful.]

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[vagabond_code]

Right, right.

[He says, but -- all the same, he just knows there's going to be trouble some day. Say he comes across a tall handsome stranger who's secretly and inter-dimensional M.O.D.O.K. The only thing worse than a bad-guy is an anonymous bad-guy. He'd lower his guard, and it wouldn't end well.]

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[littlecousin]

C'mon, nobody kicked things off by trying to kill me. This is practically vacation.

...I usually stay at nicer hotels, though.

[The sad part is she's not even putting on a brave face. She really is this blase about freaky kidnappings.]

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[vagabond_code]

Would an inter-dimensional rodeo have inter-dimensional horses?

[She'd know, right?]