Action: Open.

[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint, Kate, and Kara || OR YOU
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.

(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)

[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.

But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]

(OPEN TO EVERYONE)

[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]

Comments

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda turns for a moment, giving Clint the stink eye. She looks him over, seemingly evaluating him and looking thoroughly unimpressed. She then turns back to the flowers, attempting to care for the ones that more or less made it through his dismembering.]

They do not work like that. [Least... not as far as she knew... she makes a mental note to check on this later.] And even if they did, would that so easily excuse this mess you made?

[vagabond_code]

[So it could be that she had only limited control over her abilities, that she didn't know what she was capable of, or -- hell, maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe Wanda just didn't trust him. Didn't want to talk about herself, her powers, to a stranger. And why would she? She'd come here to intimidate him, and she'd already demonstrated that she had> power. What's more, it would have been more enough to give most people pause.]

You help grow them?

[He wasn't confrontational, or even defensive. Just curious. Truth be told, it hadn't really occurred to him that in space, it might be harder to grow flowers than basically anywhere else. He hadn't yet fully made the mental switch to space-thinking, and Vision was always going on about how many plants he had. How hard could it be?]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda turns back to look at him. Still looking none too pleased with him, as she considers whether or not he's trying to instigate something here. Or if it's just benign curiosity.]

I help, yes. It's a community garden. Several fleet members have pitched in. You are lucky I was the one that caught you using the flowers for target practice. Ino or Dr. Crusher would have likely been much more upset.

[Wanda turns her attention back to the plants, moving in between them to try and mend what she can.]

[vagabond_code]

[God this is weird. She could be talking right now, and normally that wouldn't be a problem but it's kind of important that he get all the information he can about exactly the Wanda that Wanda is. So he moves beside her, though from a distance away, and tries to gain sight of her mouth.]

I thought they were plants. I didn't realize they were someone's plants. Can I help?

[He manages an awkward smile.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

"You didn't realize they were someone's plants."

[Wanda repeats the line out loud, not looking at Clint at first. But after a moment of trying to help one of the more badly damaged plants, she turns to look at him, her anger having rekindled a little. Her tone is sharp, scolding.]

Then how exactly did you suppose they came to be here?

[vagabond_code]

How do any plants get to be anywhere? I don't know. They grow there.

[Every time Clint has tried to tend to a plant, or a weed, or desert grass, they've all just kind of died. Over, or under, or side-ways watering it didn't seem to matter. Frankly they did better without him.]

I guess that's a hard no on the help.

[Seriously the plants were better off for it. See above.]

God I bet the cameras are loving this.