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

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[complicatedliar]

I wish for a copy of all the information regarding the transmission.

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[beathach]

[ah. Here's someone he hasn't spoken to in a while. A while for him, anyway.

Still, it's not hard to shoot back a smartass response]

I didn't see a "please" anywhere in that message.

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[complicatedliar]

Hank, your inability to read within the encoding is hardly my fault, now is it.

[beathach]

A shame I don't have a computer to look for it.

[complicatedliar]

It isn't that difficult to do the figures in one's head. Don't be lazy.

[beathach]

I've been hiking all day, give me a break.

[complicatedliar]

Well, I thought I might help, if you sent me the coding... :)

[beathach]

I'll send you something.

In all seriousness, I will when we get to the signal. You aren't the only one requesting data.

[complicatedliar]

Do you require aid?

Ask your lady to massage your poor feet. It'll make you feel nicely alive when you have to flee for your life from her.

[beathach]

Not at the moment.

I'm not asking my girlfriend to massage my feet.

[complicatedliar]

You know how to summon me should that change.

Coward.

[beathach]

Do I have to click my heels together three times first?

It's not cowardice.

[complicatedliar]

Ah, so you don't know.

A profound lack of mischief, then.

[beathach]

I figure I just have to message you.

I'll leave the mischief to the professionals, like you.

[complicatedliar]

There is a simpler way. Remind me to teach you later.

How flattering.

[beathach]

I will.

I know where my weaknesses lie, that's all.

[complicatedliar]

Make them into strengths.

[beathach]

I'm a little too old for mischief.

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[exothermia]

[Erik glances at the message, then snorts.]

I'll leave that to the two of you to sort out.

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[complicatedliar]

As you like. I've always felt, the more, the merrier.

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[exothermia]

He's the one who'll be taking pages of notes on the place. It makes more sense.

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[complicatedliar]

And you've nothing to add from your perspective?

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[exothermia]

I'm sure he and I will trade notes.

[So to speak.]

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[complicatedliar]

I'd hate to imagine you at such odds that you wouldn't.

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[exothermia]

We'd hardly be out here together if that were the case.