driftfleet | video/Marsiva

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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[Earth hasn't had the best track record with people who look like elves, okay? But supervillain is hardly the first term that comes to mind when he looks at her. Steve's expression is... composed when he clicks his video on.]

Ma'am.

[Which is apparently his greeting, holla.]

There's something that looks like a small cog in the lower left corner of your screen. Press that, it'll bring up your options. One of them will be for your voicemail.

Hello, Nita. I am the Vision and I'm glad to meet you. Is Mr. Stark selling his phones to the general public now?

[You are in luck, Steve, this one is predisposed to love you.

Nita squints at the picture for a second, then lights up with an infectious smile.]

Cap? Hi!

[It's the reaction of someone greeting a friend, not a face they recognize from TV.]

[He doesn't look quite right for the Vision--not four-color enough--but hey, he's acting right.]

Pfft, like I'm the "general public." He better give me a phone if I want one.

[Somehow, when she says it, it sounds cute instead of demanding. Probably because she's so cheerful about it.]

Sooooo...is this some alternate timeline stuff? Because I definitely know you and don't need to be introduced.

[Hard not to smile when she's so cheerful about it.]

I'm afraid it must be, though you'd hardly be the first. [More people from other timelines seem to know him than people from his own, which is something he's had to get used to.] Are you an Avenger as well then?

[That. Is not usually the reaction he gets, even from people who do know him. Maybe Sam'd be pleased on par, but-- there are precious few others, and Steve opens his mouth. Closes it again carefully.

Is all too aware, suddenly, of how he's basically mimicking a fish and so he draws a breath and holds it long enough to compose himself before he's shaking his head.]

Have we met?

[His tone is. Carefully neutral, now.]

Ha, no, never been invited.

[She doesn't seem to regard it as a slight.]

My cousin was for a bit, but he's not much of a joiner, so that went about as well you'd expect.

[Apparently she thinks who "my cousin" is should be obvious.]

Aww heck, alternate timelines again. You're not evil in this one, right?

[Looking at the screen intently like she can tell his alignment from a four-inch picture.]

[No other Avengers he's aware of with the pointy ears, sadly, but he'll take her word for it and nod.] Welcome, regardless. We're about due for a Shuffle, so you won't be on the Marsiva long. Have you appraised the situation or are there any questions I can answer?

[Aside from the voicemail, because he sees Steve has that one down.]

[why is that someone's first thought

why is that anyone's first thought??? Mildly,]

Guess that depends which side you're standing on.

[German propaganda was a Thing, okay. He was popularly drawn with cloven feet and devil horns for a while, and there was a very persistent rumour that circulated long enough post-war to have a conspiracy theorist page dedicated to it on the Internet that he sold his soul to the devil in exchange for all the benefits of the serum, so. You know. There's that.]

[Maybe she means Thor. They're both blond and jovial and built like Greek gods.]

Nothing I can't figure out, probab--actually, wait. I haven't seen any pools or bathtubs or anything. That might be a problem.

The ship bathrooms can be upgraded to have a jacuzzi, I believe, and there are pools on the station we're nearby. I'm not certain if any of the ships currently have one, however.

[She's sorry your universe is so young and bland, Cap.]

I'm on the side that's not trying to invade other universes 'cause they trashed their own and need a place to keep all their creepy gods.

[Apparently she's dead serious about this.

This is the version of Cap she most recently dealt with, just so you have an idea where she's coming from.]

Uh, so, who do I talk to about medical stuff? Because that's not gonna cut it.

[That's.

Specific. He raises an eyebrow.]

I'm not interested in invading anyone's universe.

I didn't think you were, but the evil ones always either start telling you their plan or get huffy about being doubted when you poke at 'em.

[This is the maximum level of deviousness Nita is capable of.]

Dr. Beverly Crusher of the Blue Fish would be my recommendation, generally. May I ask about the nature of your requirement?

[She chuckles.]

It's not like it's a secret.

[Since it came out in a freakin' court case where she's from.]

I'm amphibious [she twists a little to give a good view of her neck, and then flares her gills like someone would wrinkle their nose] and if I'm living in air, I need to spend at least some time every day submerged. Showers are okay for staying hydrated, but if I don't get in a serious soak, over the course of a few months it can have, uh, unpredictable effects.

[Exhibit A: Namor's rage fits.]

I see. [How very fascinating.] In that case, if you aren't assigned to a ship with a bathtub, you're welcome to use my kelp tank aboard the Windrose at your convenience until we can construct something more permanent for you. Parts are at a bit of a premium on the station, but we may be able to work out a deal.

[Chloe is somewhere else in the Marsiva, just kind of frowning at the woman on the monitor she was passing. Because...wow.]

...You've been sucked into some crazy space fleet reality tv show and you're worried about voicemail?

Kind of a jerk move to kidnap someone and then not provide for medical requirements, ugh.

[She rolls her eyes. Lame.]

...Why do you have a kelp tank?

[Nita glances around at the hotel-lobby lookin' hospitality deck and shrugs.]

This is way better than every other time I've gotten kidnapped.

[Sidekick life.]

[Okay, that makes her laugh.]

You get kidnapped a lot?

No doubt they'd like to see how resourceful we are. It can't be drama without some conflict, can it?

One of the planets we visited had a great variety of sea vegetables. A steady diet of protein gel can grow old for even the most stoic; I acquired some algae similar to rice and kelp which tastes of bacon. They grow quickly and need little attention.

Yeah, someone always wants a hostage. [Eyeroll.] It never works and then someone gets a bus thrown at them. You'd think people would learn eventually.

[She is, to all appearances, not joking.]

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