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[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop and Lucky (and you too)
Broadcast: Video from Clint's room aboard the First Breath.
Action: First Breath.
When: Now.

Hi everyone, this is Lucky. Say "hi" Lucky.

[There's a dog in Clint's room. Some sort of beat-up mutt of a golden lab. The dog's left eye is completely missing and he moves a little unevenly, either as a result of old-age or because of another unseen injury. He's a happy dog though, despite it all.]

No?

[Lucky looks up at Clint and tilts his head quizzically. He gives a quiet ruff, but in all likelihood he doesn't know where he's supposed to be looking. Clint tilts his own head the opposite way.]

He's gunna be on the First Breath some days, and on the Blameless other days, so don't be surprised if you see him around. You can pet him if you want, but not if you're wearing a tracksuit. Just, fair warning. Oh, and he doesn't like clowns.

[These might be unnecessary precautions - Lucky isn't averse to clowns or tracksuits themselves exactly, but the last thing they need is someone getting bit. So... ]

He's a good dog. Likes pizza, don't you? Likes everything, but especially pizza.

[The dog is distracted by a low whistle. The camera follows Lucky as his ears perk and he picks himself up to lope enthusiastically over to Kate Bishop. She's sitting on the edge of a footlocker at the end of Clint's bed. She sets aside a mug of coffee in order to give Lucky an affectionate scratchy head-rub.

Clint watches, mock-defeated.]

[ooc: some replies may be coming from Kate!]

Comments

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[outstandingbalance]

Tracksuits and clowns, huh? Sounds like there's a story there.

[Natasha attention goes from Clint to Kate, lingering on the dog long enough to take in his worn state and the fact that it doesn't seem to be bothering him much.]

You just get him?

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[vagabond_code]

From the tree. Kate and me, we went together.

[It doesn't make a lot of sense to him, mechanically.]

He's from back home.

[outstandingbalance]

[That's because it doesn't make a lot of sense, mechanically.

But Natasha is familiar with the concept, so she accepts it.]

I guess it's a good thing they added a dog park then.

[vagabond_code]

What's the biggest ship here, you think? For walks.

[Obviously for walks. He probably shouldn't have said the 'w' word, though. Over Clint's shoulder, Lucky's ears perk up and he momentarily ceases burying his nose under the bed.]

[outstandingbalance]

You mean other than the Marsiva? I hear they opened part of it up for animals, things like that.

[vagabond_code]

[She was right of course, but everything he'd heard about the dog park conjured images of faux turf, and kitschy blue skies with clouds painted on the walls. He was afraid it would be like a disappointing enclosure at a zoo. The kind where the lions pace back and forth and the penguins stare at the corners.]

You wanna come with Lucky and me, go check it out some time?

[He didn't have to be able to hear to know how awkward that sounded.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha can't say she's seen it before to say one way or the other. It does seem like the best bet in terms of space, though.

She shrugs.]

Sure. As it turns out, my schedule is pretty wide open.

[vagabond_code]

You're telling me.

Last week I almost took up macrame. What even is macrame?

[outstandingbalance]

A hobby for people you don't trust with needles but you still allow to have fibers?

[vagabond_code]

No, really, I don't know what it is.

[But if this were reverse-Jeopardy you'd have just won a couple of bucks.]

[outstandingbalance]

You know, maybe you should just keep it that way.