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

[exothermia]

[It's nowhere near his normal standard of behaviour, but a shade of it is better than nothing. After a moment, Erik gets to his feet as well, wincing as he straightens up. He wonders if there will be bruises around his neck and his wrists. A glance at his wrist doesn't show much in this dim light... though he knows he's filthy from the fall, and the hard hiking they did to even get here.]

So... [He extends a hand and after a few jerks, his fallen torch jumps into his hand.]

[beathach]

[he turns as Erik pushes to his feet and if a hand reaches out to hover for a moment, well, you can't really blame him. He pulls his own flashlight out and flicks it on, and he quickly ruffles some dirt out of his hair and fur before turning to shine the light down the way they originally were headed]

Will you be all right to get the rest of the way out of here? [he tilts his head, briefly glancing at Erik] I can carry you if you want.

[it's an actual offer, instead of the teasing it normally would be. Just worded in a way that's easily dismissed]

[exothermia]

[Erik blinks at the question, and just shakes his head.]

I can walk. I wasn't hurt like that.

[beathach]

[he raises an eyebrow but nods. See? Easily dismissed]

I'll lead, you tell me where to go. That way if something else tries to plow us down, I can stop it. [or take the brunt of it. Either or]

[exothermia]

Let's try to get out before that happens.

[beathach]

That's the plan. C'mon.

[don't worry Erik he'll protect you]