➽ VIDEO

[ladybro]

Who: Kate Bishop + YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Bishop, if you like. Sorry guys.
When: Valentine's Night

[ bless her, but she's figured out these devices pretty quickly. and why shouldn't she? they're only a bare step above her top-of-the-line smartphone. except that thing hasn't been getting service since before the marsiva. and now... ]

So. I've heard it's February 14th. And how good of the Atroma to get me my very own monogrammed ship. Apparently it's the perfect gift for the girl who so recently had everything. [ tacky, much? kate kinda cringes every time she sees her family name on her assigned ship -- regardless of how coincidental it might be. ] Kate Bishop, reporting for duty aboard the SS Bishop. I kid you not.

[ haha, tres funny. ]

Can we change? Ships, I mean. Not that this one isn't lovely, sure. But I'm getting flashbacks to summer camp at Interlochen and my mother writing my name on all my shirt tags.

[ speaking of shirts... ] Rogue? Can you hear me? [ she knows rogue taught her about the locked transmissions, but that still kinda evades her at the moment. ] I think it's time you showed me 'round this space station I keep hearing so much about.

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[ladybro]

[ nova? huh. ]

Kate. Except -- I already said that, didn't I?

[takeabow]

Only once.

So... welcome? I assume you already got the whole rundown. It's... weird.

[ladybro]

I did my due diligence back on the Marsiva. [ except she clearly hadn't been diligent enough. 'cause clint's here, and she missed that. ] Weird doesn't even begin to describe it.

[takeabow]

Yeah.

Did you come from your home or somewhere else?

[ she's just trying to get a feel for what she's up for ]

[ladybro]

Home. I hear there's no place like it.

[ -- not that she hasn't been to a few other somewhere elses in her time. just not the way nova's asking about. ]

[takeabow]

[ shrugs ]

I've been to better. Not necessarily here— the lack of green space is awful. It's still somehow an improvement, though.

[ladybro]

And the conspicuous lack of sunlight. That hasn't slipped my notice.

[takeabow]

We've somehow managed to avoid rickets.

What's your augment? I'm security.

[ladybro]

Don't know yet. [ that, or she hasn't bothered trying to learn. ] You'd think they'd give out an orientation packet or something.

[takeabow]

[ scoffs a bit ]

I think that's what we're for. No one actually knows what's going on.

[ladybro]

So, instead we're all stuck playing one giant game of telephone. Space telephone.

[takeabow]

Surprise.

[ dryly ]

I can't say it was really well thought out. It's a little easy to go stir crazy.

[ladybro]

I'm just a little shocked no one's found a way to bust out. Yet.

[takeabow]

I'm not. We're in space. How easy do you think it'd be to get home?

[ladybro]

I figure you just gotta know the right aliens.

[ -- can't be too long before they stumble across some kree, right? ]

[takeabow]

Yeah, well, you can get right on that.

[ that probably sounds a little more flippant than she intends ]

[ladybro]

Trust me. If my cell could get a single bar of reception, I would be getting right on it.

[takeabow]

Well, aside from the shitty cell service, it could be worse.

[ladybro]

Could it?

[ this isn't facetious. she's asking in earnestness -- eager to learn the boundaries of this experience. ]

[takeabow]

No one's seriously tried to kill me yet?

[ completely seriously. yes, that's her bar ]

[ladybro]

Okay. Bonus.

[takeabow]

From where you're from, it probably doesn't seem like much. And the reality tv part is kind of awful, but it's easy to forget about, too.

[ladybro]

No -- both those hazards exist back home. Though it's less reality TV and more...tabloid paps. They're a bitch to dodge.

[takeabow]

"Paps"?

[ladybro]

Paparazzi. Like the Atroma, only even more like cockroaches.

[ that's probably an overstatement. ]