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Who: Apollo
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now-ish?

Broadcast

[Apollo looks... a little flustered? Slightly bewildered? Like he might have accidentally exploded cooking supplies?]

I'm trying this cooking thing. I'm pretty sure it's not dangerous to eat, but does anyone want to come and be a guinea pig? These gel things are making roasts a lot fucking harder than they should be...

Action

[On the Bishop, Apollo has taken over the kitchen for now. He manages to look surprisingly domestic, bumming around in ship standard provided clothing and hair pulled up into a ponytail that bobs along to whatever music he's imagining as he 'cooks'.

Cooking occasionally involves eye lasers. Which doesn't work on the gels half as well as he hoped it would.]

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Think we can safely say our Earths are pretty distant in the ferris wheel of parallel realities.

Ferris wheel. Huh. I like that metaphor.

It helps me picture it clearly. We've been to quite a few of the nearby worlds, most of them still had an Authority of some kind. We could recognise versions of ourselves in them. Which... makes sense as far my understanding of the creation of parallel worlds.

Y-yeah. Even some of the alternate worlds I've run into here -- most of them seem to have the Avengers. Very few seem to have me, though.

Huh. Suck.

...

Have more cake.

[ don't mind if she does.

although: ] I'm not that bothered. It'd be tougher, I think, if there were multiple mes running around.

It's weird, trust me.

Especially when they're so almost you. That's more creepy than weird.

People are more likely to know the guy I work with than know me. I'm okay with that.

Yeah?

You don't ever mind being out of the limelight and more in the shadows?

The honest answer? I grew up in the limelight. I don't need any more of it.

... yeah, I can see that being not great.

I mean, I'm not Lady Di or anything. Just -- my father owns a publishing house in New York. So it's an inherited limelight, at that.

Yeah, no I get what you mean. Media mogul family.

All my life. So being Hawkeye is a welcome break from all that.

Yeah, I can get how it'd be a break. Being someone else entirely would help.

Absolutely. But I guess that's a little crass of me to admit to someone who used to...be someone else.

What? Oh, no, seriously, go ahead. I have no issues about that. I remember nothing and fail to be worried about that.

Really? No issues at all?

[ now she's just nosy again. ]

I said about that.

[Grin.]

Though... no, not really? I mean, I have anger about my husband leaving, but I wouldn't call it an 'issue'.

I'm not certain I'd be so -- at peace with it, I guess. Wow.

[ admirable, dude. ]

I've never felt otherwise? I mean, it's possible that I've been wired to not worry about it, but if I have, that doesn't bother me either?

[ don't mind the mild shiver. it's just -- it's all kinda hinky, isn't it? talk of being wired. ]

Think I could borrow some of that zen, sometime? [ she aims for a smile. ]

[Apollo might be more disturbed by it if he had the capacity for it.]

I guess... it is or isn't. I can't change it by worrying about it. I am who and what I am and frankly, I don't do too badly with it, I think.

If the opportunity came up, here, would you -- try and change it?

No?

Why would I? I'm happy how I am. I've lived with it for as long as I remember.