driftfleet | 002; video

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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Don't blame them. Hard to share when you don't enough to go around yourself.

Maybe not for that. [He can blame them for certain other activities with no problem.]

Not that it makes them any more pleasant to deal with.

No. They're exactly the kind of people who suit the description of being dealt with.

[He shrugs, finally.] Any requests?

Since you're offering... not so interested in pumpkins, but if you should happen to find some apples...?

Apples. [He nods.] I'll keep an eye out.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[He nearly moves to shut off the feed, before thinking of something that will probably be of use if he actually does find apples.

Erik Lehnsherr, on the Heron.

[That would be helpful, though Natasha wouldn't have had too much trouble tracking him down through Hank.]

Natasha Romanoff. Vanquish.

I'll let you know if any apples are found.

[With that, he does cut the feed.]