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driftfleet2016-04-22 09:36 am
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-22 09:36 am
◉ Video + Action
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?
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?
[video]
I guess she mentioned my world was fresh out of Avengers? [Clint actually was a pilot for the Human High Council and that name may have crossed Kitty's eyes on some report at some point, but it wasn't enough to jog the memory loose.]
[video]
[Somehow he doubts it, but, there's gotta be hope. Anyway no yeah she didn't tell him that.]
[video]
[A little softer.] No one lives a peaceful life there.
[video]
Point is, it seems like everyone I know from back home who stood up and fought for something, seems like other-world-them did the same thing in every other version of the world as well.
[It's kind of poetic when you think about it.]
Take more'n a little chaos to change that.
[video]
Though I've had some surprises finding out some of my enemies are X-Men in other worlds and some of my teammates are enemies of the X-Men. [And by surprises a lot of the time she means disappointments. Heartache even. Or having to struggle to do right by someone who doesn't deserve the hate his counterpart earned.]
[video]
[video]
[video]
[video]
I feel like I'm bringing your redecoration party down.
[video]
[Clint gives his own self-deprecating smile.]
More of an IHOP man. IHOP survives the future, right?
[Somehow he knew the answer before she said it.]
[video]
...No, not really.]
If it helps, I don't think I'm from your future. Just a different timeline. Your IHOP is probably just fine.
[video]
[Could it be, he'd actually found someone he knew who wasn't aching for home?]
What d'you think of it?
[video]
The fleet? It has it's moments and some obvious flaws. [Like not being able to choose to leave.] The people don't suck. [She's made some good friends.]