CLINT (HAWKEYE) BARTON (
vagabond_code) wrote in
driftfleet2016-05-17 08:11 pm
Action: Open.
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.]
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.]

kate, kara, and clint »
only it turns out that stumbling across him at all is a bit of a challenge. they check the nicer of the two bars first until (finding no clint in attendance) kate realizes she never really specified in which bar they should meet. which means, almost too predictably, clint probably ended up at the -- ah -- rougher of the two establishments.
so! a little later than the intended rendez-vous time, kate and kara show up at clint's table. kate hardly even says hello, but slides into a chair at the same time as she takes over his current game of solitaire, moving a four of spades onto its ace pile that (until now) clint had seemingly neglected. ]
Kara, Clint. Clint? Kara. She's a friend. Play nice.
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Action, Iskaulit
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Action: Iskaulit
Thus, Bigby doesn't like someone mutilating the plants from boredom.
He pauses in the entryway, hackles slightly up and he growls.]
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Action; gardens
Do you mind?
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