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driftfleet2016-02-07 10:34 am
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-07 10:34 am
Entry tags:
◉ Video + Action
Who: Clint "Hawkeye" Barton and yous
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: FS Starlight, SS First Breath
When: Any time this week
Video | Fleetwide
Hey, so does anyone here play darts? I have this guy at a bar called The Trophy Room offering free pints for bulleyes f'the next fews nights. Sure - if you miss, you gotta pay. But what are the chances, right? And if that sounds like an easy night's drinking to any a'you, I'll bet you two-hundred-credits you can't beat me at your darts-based game of choice. Shanghai? Round-the-clock? You name it. If I don't know it, all the better. Drop by The Trophy Room one night this week, and who knows? Y'might make a quick two hundred.
Action | Starlight
[Clint has gotten into something of a daily Rythm at the FS Starlight, piloting taxi-shuttles by day and playing darts at various bars by night. Most of those nights are spent at a bar called The Trophy Room, where he has made something of name for himself. Here, his presence seems to draw an enthusiatic crowd. He makes trick-shots, he takes dares, he challenges all comers. Bets are placed, drinks are drunk. He knows well enough that there's money to be made in keeping them hungry, though, so every few nights he switches to another bar until they throw him out for one reason or another. Then it's back to The Trophy Room.
As for the daylight hours, his taxi'll get you there fast or quiet, slow or not at all if that's your fancy. There was this one lady who just wanted him to drive a few laps and drop her off where he'd picked her up, whatever that was about, but hey. She'd paid. He smuggles, too, but that's on the hush hush. Either way, people seem to get a kick out of the idea of a deaf cabbie.
If he's not doing any of this, find him basically anywhere else on the station. I'm not your dad.]
Action | SS First Breath
[Clint hasn't been spending a lot of time on the First Breath, partially because of the over-crowding situation and partially because he hasn't had enough time to think of it as his home. He does return every so often though, to crash when they catch him trying to sleep in the taxi. If someone on the ship had their eye out, they'd find him eventually.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: FS Starlight, SS First Breath
When: Any time this week
Video | Fleetwide
Hey, so does anyone here play darts? I have this guy at a bar called The Trophy Room offering free pints for bulleyes f'the next fews nights. Sure - if you miss, you gotta pay. But what are the chances, right? And if that sounds like an easy night's drinking to any a'you, I'll bet you two-hundred-credits you can't beat me at your darts-based game of choice. Shanghai? Round-the-clock? You name it. If I don't know it, all the better. Drop by The Trophy Room one night this week, and who knows? Y'might make a quick two hundred.
Action | Starlight
[Clint has gotten into something of a daily Rythm at the FS Starlight, piloting taxi-shuttles by day and playing darts at various bars by night. Most of those nights are spent at a bar called The Trophy Room, where he has made something of name for himself. Here, his presence seems to draw an enthusiatic crowd. He makes trick-shots, he takes dares, he challenges all comers. Bets are placed, drinks are drunk. He knows well enough that there's money to be made in keeping them hungry, though, so every few nights he switches to another bar until they throw him out for one reason or another. Then it's back to The Trophy Room.
As for the daylight hours, his taxi'll get you there fast or quiet, slow or not at all if that's your fancy. There was this one lady who just wanted him to drive a few laps and drop her off where he'd picked her up, whatever that was about, but hey. She'd paid. He smuggles, too, but that's on the hush hush. Either way, people seem to get a kick out of the idea of a deaf cabbie.
If he's not doing any of this, find him basically anywhere else on the station. I'm not your dad.]
Action | SS First Breath
[Clint hasn't been spending a lot of time on the First Breath, partially because of the over-crowding situation and partially because he hasn't had enough time to think of it as his home. He does return every so often though, to crash when they catch him trying to sleep in the taxi. If someone on the ship had their eye out, they'd find him eventually.]
video
[It was a smart move, he had to hand it to her. On the one hand, getting bums on Trophy Room seats was what this was all about. It didn't matter who she bet on as long as she showed up.
On the other hand, she looked kind of young. He didn't know how much good she'd be to Ziggy if she couldn't buy space-beer.]
Thanks for the support. Are you as young as you look? 'cus if you get thirsty, Zig can probably do sodas.
video
[Half of why she didn't take up his bet is that she hasn't got two hundred. The other half is that she's a perpetual sore loser. She looks a little perturbed. Even out in space, on some sort of reality TV, people still card.]
But if you're worried, I'll take the soda.
video
It's Ziggy. The bar-guy. He's been good to me - if he got his spot shut down because of me I'd never forgive myself.
[He should just give the guy a buzz. It might be that he'd welcome a pretty face, since those tend to attract ugly faces. Ugly, paying faces.]
I'll make sure whatever he makes you doesn't disappoint. I promise.
[Yeah sure Clint, top-shelf soda.]
Re: video
[But probably not from this venture. Her expression sours, but she nods anyway. It's still a badly-needed chance to work off some steam doing something she knows she's good at.]
Yeah, fine. The practice is more important.
video
[No really, he might have misheard you somewhere here.]
I thought you were betting?
video
video
[Just so they were clear. If he was going to invite an underage girl into the bar, he wanted to know for sure what to tell Ziggy they were getting themselves in for. There were underage girls, and then there were underage girls with sharp pointy weapons.]
video
[And a pause, pushing back her bangs briefly. In a weird way, the thought of competition, however minor, makes her feel more like herself than anything so far on the Fleet.]
I'll be careful.
video
I'll put you on the list. Any night this week, jus' drop by.
[Then again, Ziggy had mentioned how slow business had been before their fleet showed up. It wasn't exactly the most fashionable bar at the station.]
Know how to find us?
video
[She used to practice catching softballs at the hospital during therapy. Then it had been darts, and then it had been-- thankfully-- back to Eva.] I'll figure it out.
video
The more the merrier.