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[vagabond_code]

Who: Clint Barton and you too.
When: Video now. Action applies throughout the past week.
Broadcast: Video from Clint's room aboard the First Breath.
Action: Between the First Breath and the forest's interior. Also, lately, the game room.

Video
Hey, this is Clint. Hawkeye.

[Clint is sitting on his bed in his room aboard the First Breath. He displays his hearing aids to the camera. They're purple, and in that way only are they interesting. Otherwise they're the old-school bulky loop-around-the-ear kind.]

For those that don't know, I can't hear a thing without these. And they don't work. Haven't since I got here. I turn them on now and again just in case something's changed but they just keep making this loud screeching sound. It doesn't matter what I do. And you know, even not hearing is better than hearing that. Now the batteries are dying, so even if they do start working again ... Look, I know some of you are great with tech. I don't know the first thing about fixing something like this, or batteries, or making hearing-aids from scratch if it came to that. Maybe it's a lost cause, but maybe not. Let me know if you think you can help.

[It seems weird just begging for help without anything to offer in return. It felt weird when he was making the decision to do this, and it feels weird now that he's asked. He looks about to end his broadcast, but he catches himself.]

If you do, maybe I can win you a prize in the game-room. Or, I don't know, catch you one of those a puppy-sized mice.

Action
[For the past week or so you might have encountered Clint on the planet, either on his way into the forest with an empty duffel bag, at one of the wrecks scavenging parts, or on his way out, bag hopefully heavier. If you're lucky he might have Lucky in tow, but on those trips he doesn't stray far from the ship.

As always, if you're a crew member of the First Breath, feel free to catch him there.

And when he's not in either place, find him in the game room, playing basically any game he can find that challenges either hand-eye co-ordination or manual dexterity.]

Comments

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[takingkarabusiness]

I definitely know just the one! I'll be there.

[ and she comes! she flies over because walking is for CHUMPS ]

Action (comics)!

[vagabond_code]

[Clint is no stranger either to self-propelled-flight or to dramatic-superhero-landings. He observes her approach with the demeanor of a guy waiting for a bus. For his part, Lucky does take a few steps back when Kara's feet meet the ground.]

It does look like a cookie, right?

[Clint smiles, watching her face the way he always does after asking a direct question. Watching for the movement of her lips.

She was just up there, so, she'd know better than anyone.]

The rocks are like the chocolate chips. And the trees - I don't know. Broccoli?

[Behind them is the shuttle he'd taken to get here, hatch closed. Clint is carrying a length of rope with a small hook on one end and Lucky is wearing a simple leash that he scratches at every so often. The dog remains un-teathered. For now.]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she immediately crouches down to try to coax Lucky toward her, but looks up to him so he can read her lips. her demeanor is cheery, as usual ]

I definitely see it. Maybe we're just both always hungry? I could die for some chocolate chip cookies right now.

[vagabond_code]

[The dog does approach her, but he stops just shy of her reach. Curious, he probes into her personal space with the tip of his snout. Clint is eager to get to walking but he waits for them to greet each-other. The leash runs through his fingers.]

Just wait. One day we'll end up on the cookie planet where everything is cookies. Or the money is cookies. Or the cookies make you tell the truth or something.

[From the sound of his voice, he's not even joking.]

[takingkarabusiness]

I would definitely take the truth telling for unlimited cookies.

[ she lets the dog sniff for a bit and then gets up after trying to give his head a pat, if he'll let her ]

Shall we?

[vagabond_code]

Come on.

[He calls to dog, gesturing with a flick-turn of the head. Or maybe he's talking to Kara? Nah. Probably not. Either way he starts to walk towards one edge of the landing area. They're a long way off from it yet, of course, and they'll be passing a few shuttles and ships. After a few steps he glances back over his should to see if she's talking.]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she hadn't been but when he turns to look, she takes him up on the opportunity ]

So... how are things?

[vagabond_code]

Lucky's taken to space-life like he's always lived up here. No surprise though, he's easy. He's old so he doesn't need a lot of space. Won't be a long walk.

[They'll basically go as far as Lucky goes. Or, half as far. They do have to walk back again.]

[takingkarabusiness]

That's fine. Any dog time is good dog time.

[vagabond_code]

How about you?

[Now he's talking to her but looking at the dog.]

[takingkarabusiness]

Space life? Well, I'm an alien, so...

[vagabond_code]

Join the club. We're all aliens here, you and me and everyone.

[It's a matter of perspective.]

[takingkarabusiness]

Well, yeah. I guess I'm just saying it's not my first time in space.

[vagabond_code]

How high up can you go? When you fly.

[He knows people who can travel through space without any sort of protection against the vacuum, but terrestrial-level flight is impressive too.]

[takingkarabusiness]

I haven't really tested it, not totally. But with the right equipment I'm pretty sure I can go really high.

[vagabond_code]

To what? Launch you up there?

[Sorry if he sounds a bit skeptical.]

[takingkarabusiness]

I'm bulletproof but I'm not sure how well I'd do without oxygen over a period of time.

[vagabond_code]

Sure, that makes sense. A girl's gotta breath. So you got like a spaceship?

[takingkarabusiness]

It's a space pod. I don't really take it out, though, but it got me to Earth.

[vagabond_code]

Sounds like you're telling me you've been to one more planet than most of us. That's great and all, but you're not that much more of an alien than I am. Just one planet more.

[takingkarabusiness]

Or like, six. But it's really not that big of a deal.

[vagabond_code]

Oh right yeah okay so you're a six-planet alien.

[He's pulling her leg, of course. By way of apology he reaches into his pocket and takes out few pieces of dried-out meat. It looks like jerky, but cut into strips a couple inches in length. He offers her a couple, and says:]

They're for Lucky. When we stop up there.

[takingkarabusiness]

Thanks. Does he do any tricks?

[vagabond_code]

He'll probably sit if you tell him to. And lie down and roll over. I don't know, what other tricks do dogs do?

[takingkarabusiness]

Play dead?