katherine bishop ➽ hawkeye (
ladybro) wrote in
driftfleet2016-07-12 09:32 am
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Who: Kate Bishop and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: This morning
[ kate is down on the planet, hair tied back with a light-coloured bandanna. she's holding the device selfie-style -- a shooting aesthetic born of the snapchat and periscope generation. ]
Do any of you know the story of the one red paperclip? Some guy up in Canada started with a paperclip, which he traded for a pen, and then traded that pen for a hand-made doorknob, and then that for a camping stove (plus fuel). And he kept going until fourteen trades after the red paperclip... he got a house. A whole futzing house.
Well, my one red paperclip was a piece of foil-wrapped gum I was holding onto since the day I arrived. Two votive candles, one fishtail braid, some dice, a repaired rope bridge, wooden shoes, and a barrel of mead later? [ her free hand reaches for something off-screen, which turns out to be a simple wooden bow. ] This is my whole futzing house. Suck it, whatever intergalactic bank handles our fleet credits. Suck it.
[ later, she can be found celebrating her minor economic victory down at the BEACH -- sunbathing, or swimming, or just diverting herself by building odd shapes in the sand. find her there, or cooling off in the evening at one of the taverns -- a little sunburned, but looking thoroughly satisfied. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: This morning
[ kate is down on the planet, hair tied back with a light-coloured bandanna. she's holding the device selfie-style -- a shooting aesthetic born of the snapchat and periscope generation. ]
Do any of you know the story of the one red paperclip? Some guy up in Canada started with a paperclip, which he traded for a pen, and then traded that pen for a hand-made doorknob, and then that for a camping stove (plus fuel). And he kept going until fourteen trades after the red paperclip... he got a house. A whole futzing house.
Well, my one red paperclip was a piece of foil-wrapped gum I was holding onto since the day I arrived. Two votive candles, one fishtail braid, some dice, a repaired rope bridge, wooden shoes, and a barrel of mead later? [ her free hand reaches for something off-screen, which turns out to be a simple wooden bow. ] This is my whole futzing house. Suck it, whatever intergalactic bank handles our fleet credits. Suck it.
[ later, she can be found celebrating her minor economic victory down at the BEACH -- sunbathing, or swimming, or just diverting herself by building odd shapes in the sand. find her there, or cooling off in the evening at one of the taverns -- a little sunburned, but looking thoroughly satisfied. ]

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That. Is awesome. How's it handle? Oh - oh - and I got something for you too - [ bouncing with excitement. ]
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her eyes are pretty big now, too. ] Are you saying what I think you're saying?
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"Pretty impressive, isn't she? And that's just from memory." Her smile was wide.
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"It won't last," he commented mildly. "Won't take much to knock it down."
He didn't really see the point in an adult making something like this.
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Her brows raised. Kate crossed her arms -- not combative, per se. But a comfortable, closed-off piece of body language. And yet she felt a soaring bit of pride when she noticed how carefully he examined the structure. Actions, after all, spoke louder than words. He can't be that unimpressed with it if he'd go so far as to kneel in the sand to check it out.
A+, Katie.
"It's not about keeping it forever."
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[He actually does sound impressed. He approves of anyone flipping The Man the bird, honestly.]
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Good going, Kate. There's a lesson for all of us in there somewhere.
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-- next time just buy a barrel of mead in the first place, and trade that for the bow. Or maybe it was something along the lines of...
-- after all these years and countless examples to draw from, enthusiastic, energetic, capable young women still failed to realize why it was that people would almost always make trades in their favor. Just how many hearts did she break in the course of this escalating series of exchanges?]
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That's why, while Kate's busy working away at her sand sculptures, she might hear a soft, flute-like noise from above about two seconds before a blur of black and grey dive-bombs into the ocean with a mighty splash.
He'll surface about ten or fifteen seconds later with a laughing gasp, shaking saltwater out of his ears.]
Whew...!
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at a distance, all she can see of the bobbing figure in the water is a set of impressive ears. but after a 'dive' like that, she can't help but feel a surge of concern. had the fall been intentional? kate can't tell. from so far away, the laughing gasps might actually sound like...normal gasps.
so she wastes no time and starts running into the surf. ]
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...Oh, he-
[And now he's spluttering, because idiot, don't try to talk at that angle.]
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Congratulations. Does this mean we'll get a demonstration?
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I suppose I never did ask if archery was your specialty as Hawkeye, but it's good to know that assumption wasn't incorrect.
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