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[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint "Hawkeye" Barton and alls a' yous
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action?: First Breath if you wanna.
Where: Casa de Barton aboard the SS First Breath
When: Now

[The camera of Clint's communicator device flicks on, and it stares for a few seconds at some high, dull grey corner of a room. By mistake? It's dusty up there, dingy you might even say, but it sets the tone pretty perfectly because although the claustrophobic angle widens when he begins to pan the camera around, the dinge does not receed. It's his room, but, it could be anyone's room. No single foot of it declares 'Clint Barton'. It barely declares 'human habitation'. He owns a bed, and there are things lurking under it. One corner of the room is where the duffle bag lives... and that's it for home decor. So actually, as it turns out, he's showing the fleet a three-sixty degree view of his dismal quarters on purpose. He sets the device on his bed and angles it toward himself, where he sits on the floor a few feet away.]

Hey.

[How to start with this? Seriously.]

Okay, I need your help. Does anyone think maybe there's a way to make this place look like it isn't a prison cell? What kind of person lives in a place that looks like this? Seriously I ask you. Maybe a rug over there, or I could put some paintings up. I could get one of those elephants that you point at the door.

A vase?

[That's literally all of his ideas. He's gesturing non-noncommittally over his shoulder, even, so it's not like he's got plans for where to put these things even if he had them.]

...Mood lighting...

[He'd heard that somewhere one time.]

And I know there are some new people, so just, fair warning - I need to see your mouth. My ears aren't working right. It's a hassle but whatever. So, ideas?

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[ladybro]

[ she skips the part where she shows her mouth and sends him a text. ]

Sounds dangerously like settling down, Hawkeye.

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[vagabond_code]

Sure. That's my superpower.

The trick is always keeping a bag packed.

[Think of it like one of those 3D printed houses or whatever.]

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[precedented]

. . . Isn't mood lighting for sexual activities?

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[vagabond_code]

I'm already learning. See? This is good.

[Neatly sidestepping this awkwardness.]

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[axiomed]

[ Charles leans against his wheelchair, thoughtful. ]

I suppose anything that caters to your personal taste would do it.

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[vagabond_code]

No, yeah, good point.

Any suggestions?

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[passingthrough]

[Have yourself one of the X-Men from a world where the Avengers never became a thing, Clint. Kitty Pryde at your service for all your home decor and phasing needs. The hair is a little shorter than it would be, but otherwise same appearance at least when she doesn't have a cigarette in hand which she does not now. The better for you to see her mouth.]

Looks pretty much like my room. [So she's a good person to answer his cry for help, right?] I guess I'd go with things that hang or mount to the all and things that serve functional purposes too with the limited space. [Says the girl whose only "decorative" object is now a slinky on the dresser.]

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[vagabond_code]

[Ahah! Kate Bishop had helpfully provided Clint with a running tally of who she'd met and where she figured they were from, so, he doesn't launch into flustered-reunion-mode. Instead Clint gives a friendly smile and a wave of greeting, like, 'there you are.']

Space, right, for how much there is out here you'd think we'd have more of it.

[And she was right of course. Left to his own devices, he'd probably be surprised how quickly the room filled up with junk.]

You know any good painters?

[Were the other things that hung? Back in Bed-Stuy he'd hung his bow on the wall. The Atroma had robbed him of his weapon of choice AND the centerpiece of his interior design when they'd taken it from him. Or him from it. The monsters.]

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[winn]

Are you trying to make it better or worse?

[ because those ideas sound less 'homey' and more 'tacky' to him.

wait, that was rude. he's gotten his thinking and talking in the wrong order again. ]

I mean, I'm sure you can get some stuff on the moon.

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[vagabond_code]

[Weirdly, when his brain processed the word 'moon', he still thought of his moon.]

Right, exactly, and I'd come back with a bunch of junky sculptures and ugly plants. Kate'd make me toss most of it in the damned airlock and we'd be back where we started.

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[pneumo]

[ Needs to see a mouth huh....well! Sascha's more than happy to oblige, literally just going "aaaaaah" right up to his communicator. Enjoy a nice view of clean, albeit sharper-than-normal teeth! ]

How's this??

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[vagabond_code]

[Well get a load of this guy.]

Good? I guess? You don't have to go all Rocky Horror on me. I gotta see your face, too. Eyes, nose, everything.

[Oh well. Clint was the one asking for concessions. For now he'd give the benefit of the doubt.]

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[firstrebel]

A prison cell?

[ Hera cocks an eyebrow at him. ]

One of my crew back home has decorated her bunk with her own art. She's quite talented.

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[vagabond_code]

That's great! Got a number or something?

[He's already reaching for a piece of paper from his duffle-bag. Reading lips involves a lot of interpretation, and he's far from perfect at it in the first place. He didn't quite catch the 'back home' part. Given the context, he figures it was the artist's name.]

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[unbearablynaive]

Have you considered a potted plant? The native purple varieties are all rather toxic, but we have a good number of other plants available.

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[vagabond_code]

From the moon? A moon-plant? Aren't they all toxic?

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[beathach]

[he doesn't like using the video option with people he doesn't know, but he will this time because Clint asked]

Shelves, if it's possible? Works for books or if there are things you want to display or keep off the floor.

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[vagabond_code]

I'm thinking - trinket-shelf.

[Future-trinkets, that is. Someone else had suggested he gets some. Shelves would also meet Kitty's space-saving idea so, win-win.]

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[pain_train]

[Hey, it's the happy, pink-haired murder ball!]

I do paintings! Like for fun. But if you wanna see some of the work I do, I can send you some digitals, or I did the big mural over on the Iskaulit. But I'd be happy to help!

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[vagabond_code]

Sure, yeah, you ever been to New York?

[Call him unimaginative, but so far that's all he's come up with. A New York cityscape. It isn't even out of nostalgia - it's just that that's all he can think of right now when he imagines pictures hanging on walls.]

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[benames]

ok I really have to ask about that elephant pointing thing because that is either really weird or weirdly adorable or really weirdly adorable. do they come in colors?

[ he could really use his own elephant thingy, ok ]

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[vagabond_code]

I don't think the colour matters?

[But then, Clint was no expert. Maybe if your elephant was brown then it would shui your feng at an inauspicious angle for all he knew. At which point, was it even worth trying?]

Ask this girl I helped move into her apartment a few months back. I put her damn elephant in the kitchen, facing the window. Thought she was gunna sick her dog on me.

[Maybe she would have, but she'd been distracted by the revelation that they'd given her an unlucky phone number. Poor phone-guy.]

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[wolvenmemory]

Sure you want this place to start feeling like home?

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[vagabond_code]

Reckon I said "not like a prison cell".

Or something.

[If he reacts a little strongly, it's because he'd wrestled with these concerns himself -- but now that he'd picked a course of action, goddamn if he wasn't sticking to it.]

I'm just a guy trying t'make the best of a bad situation.

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[delincuente]

See you already got the mural spiel. I had it all prepared and everything! [She gives a mock-offended huff.] This Fleet ain't big enough for two modern artists. Bet she can't do graffiti, though.

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[vagabond_code]

[Unexpected German. Clint's brain runs 'mural' and 'spiel' together as if they were one word, and it's no word he's ever heard of. It's a good thing the latter part of that sentence is mostly a simple small-syllable affair.]

Y'scared of a little competition?

[This was the girl with the impressive sleight-of-hand. He'd be foolish to dismiss her brushwork out of hand.]