002; video

[beathach]

Who: Hank McCoy and Erik Lehnsherr
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: crashed ship
When: today!

[when the feed opens, the network is gifted with the bickering of two men]

I don't see why you can't do this.

[Erik is the one visible on screen, and he doesn’t look pleased about it at all. He jerks his chin towards the wall next to him, irritated.]

Because it’s your idea, and I don’t want to.

[the huff that follows is a little on the growly side]

I’m here to open paths, not send out messages. [As if to punctuate this point, Erik turns away from the camera and swipes his hand through the air. The metal wall crumples to the side with a shriek, curling up on itself like a ringpull.

The camera shifts off of Erik with a muttered "show off" to the plant life spilling out of the side of the hull, and a clawed, blue foot comes into frame to poke at a nearby pumpkin]

In any case - Erik and I are at the crashed ship, if anyone would like us to bring some of these back. If you're interested, feel free to message one of us.

As for the ship - if anyone else is planning to come out here, be careful. There's ways into the ship, but it has been here a while, so it's falling apart. We'll try to get some information about the signal while we're here, though so far we haven't had much luck.

[the camera moves back to Erik]

Do you have anything you want to add?

[Erik’s mostly occupied with pointing his flashlight into the gloom of the area beyond the wall. He does give a curt response.]

No requests for pumpkins bigger than the usual Earth-size.

Comments

[imfine1111one]

This was my first time visiting one, and it looked kind of sketchy. I hope they're all not like that. . .but going back into that planet for stuff doesn't seem like a good idea either.[He may have gotten into a fight with a giant turkey, we are not sure yet.

And now, he's just now recognizing Erik again.]

--oh wait, you're that guy from before! What did you do to that wall??

[exothermia]

They're not. The last one was more similar to Earth.

[Erik inclines his head a bit, then looks over to the ragged gap in the wall he'd opened.]

I opened it.

[imfine1111one]

That was more than opening it! It was like--[MAKES A WHOOSHING MOTION.]

[exothermia]

[He forgot; this one doesn't know his mutation. Raising a hand, he pulls a piece of scrap metal up off the floor and into his fingers.]

I'm a mutant, with the power to control metal and magnetic fields. What I did was push the metal back.

[imfine1111one]

You're a mutant? [Compared to Hank, he just gets a kind of ???? look from Apollo, but so far, of everything here, that's a lot easier to accept.] I'd call it more of a super power than a mutation!

[exothermia]

[The look Erik returns has a hint of challenge in it, as if he knows there's more to what Apollo is thinking about the name than what he's said.]

You'd be rendering it too simplistic if you did.

[imfine1111one]

Ah. . .I'm not sure I follow. [He frowns, in thought. . . and then suddenly brightens, snapping a finger. He has no idea how mutants work, but he has certainly read his fair share of comic books.]

Oh, wait. Were you born with that power, or did some kind of freak accident trigger it?

[exothermia]

[That comment puts the Maximoffs in mind, though by all accounts that was no accident. He snorts at the implication.]

You're born a mutant. It's as much part of my blood as being human is part of yours.

[imfine1111one]

So that's the distinction! Well, it's certainly a, uh, useful mutation? If you get attacked by a space hawk, you can provide some cover.

[exothermia]

[Completely flat.] If we were attacked by a hawk, it wouldn't be in space.

[imfine1111one]

I have no idea what the wildlife of this planet is called, so since isn't of Earth origin, the default is space. So, space hawks.

[exothermia]

[Erik huffs, finding the point too ridiculous to challenge.]

Yes, though. If a giant hawk attacked, I could shoot it out of the sky.

[imfine1111one]

Huh? I was imagining you just stretching the door out for cover, you could launch it, too?

[exothermia]

I could do either. [But if there's a threat, the best defense is to remove the offensive party.]

[imfine1111one]

[Maybe don't shoot stuff out of the sky buddy.]

There's that much leeway? It doesn't feel heavy or anything?? This is so fantastical.

[exothermia]

You're speaking to me over a video device while we're on an alien planet. This is the part you choose to take issue with?

[imfine1111one]

That's actually not too weird. These are mostly glorified multitasking smart phones, and the concept of foreign planets isn't something I have issue with. It's the things on them that wig me out.

[exothermia]

[He's from 1983 - even portable phones are science fiction to him, all right. Erik does recall Tiramisu (or whatever his name actually is) taking issue with the minuscule details at times.]

Be that as it may. I do feel the weight of metal objects, but it would take something far larger than a panel to be a problem for me.