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[avocadoatlaw]

Who: Matt Murdock + anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Wonderduck
When: When he arrives after the Shuffle


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[ Matt hates confetti, there's nothing worse for upsetting his senses than over stimulation. So he stands, waiting for the 'celebration' to pass. He'd only been in the last room (ship?) long enough to be moved along to the next, so now here he was, trying to get his bearing through a snowstorm of flying paper.

Once he does, at least a bit, he can focus on the refreshments. It's clearly party food, which seems safe enough, so he assembles his stick and moves forward. ]

I, uh, hello?

[ He clears his throat. ]

My name's Matt Murdock, and I think you all are expecting me.

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[ Later, Matt sits in front of the monitor, dark red glasses covering his eyes. He's calm, but it's clear that he's holding back stronger emotions. ]

If anyone seeing this knows me, I need to know you're here. Suffice to say, I have a few questions.

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[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt laughs. ]

Something like that.

[survivalistcookbook]

Figures. [He'd probably sound less bemused about the whole system - or lack thereof - if a state of benign anarchy didn't work so generally well with the crew they have here.] So, can I get you something to eat? Give you the grand tour?

[avocadoatlaw]

Would it be rude to ask for both? Because I could really use both.

[survivalistcookbook]

Hey, we can do both at the same time if you're okay with multitasking.

[They're already pointed at the kitchen, and Eugene takes a few steps that way, trusting that he's audible enough to follow without too much trouble.]

How do you feel about empanadas?

[avocadoatlaw]

[ And he most certainly is, so he follows. He smiles at the question. ]

I feel great about empanadas.

[survivalistcookbook]

Awesome. I try to make actual sit-down food for dinner, but otherwise grab-and-go seems to suit everyone pretty well. Any allergies or dietary restrictions I should know about?

[avocadoatlaw]

Not that I've found so far.

[ He continues his questions as they walk. ]

How long have you been here?

[survivalistcookbook]

Well. I was here for almost a year, apparently disappeared for a few months, then showed up again two months ago. Door on the left here.

[He knows how it sounds. He knows. But all he has is the facts, weird as they are, as he heads to the kitchen counter to grab an I-can't-believe-it's-not-beef empanada and wrap it up in a piece of paper towel.]

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt follows into the kitchen. ]

Was it all you? Or one of the parallel things I keep hearing about?

[survivalistcookbook]

All me. It's like I just blinked and a few months went by.

[He returns, ready to surrender the turnover.]

Okay, so that's one beef-flavoured empanada, still a little warm. And this is the kitchen. Galley table just behind you, cooking space just ahead. [Speaking of which - he glances back at where he'd grabbed the empanada from. About a foot from the stovetop which is not-infrequently hot. About six inches from a knife he'd just left out, seeing as he hadn't worried until now about someone just grabbing it blade-first.] I . . . can start leaving the grab-and-go stuff on the table, if that's easier for you.

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt shakes his head. ]

I appreciate that, but I'm fine. I'll have the lay of the land soon enough.

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene's been on the other side of the 'no, really, I can handle this' conversation enough times to not push it. Which means . . . time to get the kitchen back up to occupational safety standards, then. New project.]

Fair enough. Okay if I hand this over?

[avocadoatlaw]

[ Matt holds out his hand. ]

Please. I didn't realize how starving I was until you offered.

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene makes sure he has a solid grip on the empanada before heading back around him, back into the hall.]

Okay. So assuming you started on the bridge, that leaves the cargo bay, the armory, the all purpose medical bay and science lab, the bathrooms, and . . . your bunk. Wherever that is,

[avocadoatlaw]

You don't know?

[survivalistcookbook]

I know that it'll probably be in the same row with all the others. [Good enough reason to head in that direction, keeping an eye on the nameplates. Score one for process of elimination.] It's a sort of hatch in the wall here. There's a ladder that takes you down into the bunk proper.

[There's Dave, Isaac . . . same, same, same- aha.]

Here we are. Matt Murdock?

[avocadoatlaw]

[ He nods. ]

That's the one. And thanks for the tour, I imagine you give a lot of these.

[survivalistcookbook]

[Matt. Murdock. Glasses. Cane.

It takes Eugene a second where he should probably be responding, first to process and then to decide that, no, he really probably should not say anything.]

Not too many, it seems like we have a pretty low turnover. Do you, uh, want me to show you the rest? Or should I let you check out your bunk and relax a little.

[avocadoatlaw]

If there's more I should know about, I'll take the tour while I've got a guide. But don't let me keep you.