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.

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[exothermia]

We discussed keeping some plants on the ship. I was sending suggestions.

[Hence the photos. Erik steps around another small crater in the floor, shifting his torch back and forth. The floor is starting to slope downwards now.]

[beathach]

Ah. [does Charles even know how to take care of a plant? He won't ask, but that's his first thought] It's good that you're doing it together.

[it isn't a tease; he means that. Regardless of their relationship in the past, he knew their friendship was important, too.

As the floor dips, Hank reaches out to brace a hand on the wall, careful not to put it through it by accident. He pauses with a frown] Is this part underground?

[exothermia]

[Erik had raised that very same point with Charles. He intends to educate him on the subject, should they manage to pull it off. At Hank's comment though, he falls silent. He had avoided saying as much in such clear terms, but it's true. It felt a bit more personal than he wanted to admit.

Glancing at Hank, Erik shakes his head.]

Not yet, I think. The pressure level outside hasn't changed. You'd see a lot more dirt in here if it was.

[beathach]

[Erik falls silent, and Hank says nothing more about it. There wasn't much else to say, really.

But he does take a few quick steps to catch up, careful of the debris littering the floor]

Mm, well, you're the expert here. [that he can tease about, though it's lighter than usual] My senses aren't good for this sort of thing.

[exothermia]

[He blows out a breath in the humid air. Fresh breezes don't make their way this far in - it's going to get stuffy before long.]

I'll try not to disappoint.

[beathach]

[stuff and he's here, covered in fur. Wonderful]

You usually don't.

[exothermia]

[He smiles thinly, but doesn't reply to that. They both know that's a stretch. He vaults over some collapsed boxes and continues downwards.]

[beathach]

[it's a stretch, of course, but it's one he's making regardless. Instead of following Erik over the boxes, Hank carefully shoves them to the side, out of the way. In case anyone else decides to investigate the ship, mostly.

Or in case they need to make a quick escape. Either or]