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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.]

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[Snooping, huh? What would a girl who can phase through walls want with snooping? He'd figure by now all the fun would have gone out of it.]

Sure, that counts. Consider this an invitation.

Edited (seemed kinda passive aggressive. Hrm.) 2016-10-30 13:10 (UTC)

[She occasionally finds it educational. Though, in this case, she is mostly kidding. In her first days in the fleet scouting everything out and being aware of the other people and ships was important to her tactically but even then it wasn't her first abduction rodeo and she was a little more inclined to trust.]

I'll see you soon then. We'll figure the hearing aid thing out.

[By the time she swings by, she'll find Clint in his room, on his knees, measuring lengths of wire he'd found while scavenging out in the forest and snipping them to size. He's been collecting these over the past few weeks. There are coils of wire of different thickness on his bed, along with a collection metal rods and pipes: some polished, some in different states of rust and damage and wear. There are also various bits of rubber in ring shapes and socks and sheaths set out on the floor, and tools for cutting and notching. His duffel bag is full to overflowing with metal things. Unfortunately, because he's facing away from the door, Clint doesn't turn when she approaches.]

[She steps inside, eyes sweeping over the various bits and baubles, and then walks around to make sure he sees her before she speaks. Trying to be mindful.] Archers. Always with the arrow making. [Or so she assumes that's what all this is. She never really knew any archers back home, but the prison and this place are lousy with them.]

Edited 2016-11-29 01:55 (UTC)

[He manages to catch 'arrow', but not much else.]

Hey, one second.

[On the bed there's a small roll of bandages. Clint wraps it quickly around his right hand, then reaches for one of his tools and cuts the bandage from the coil. He doesn't make a point of hiding his hand from her, nor of displaying it to her, but if she takes an interest before he covers the evidence she'll see it's cut in places. Fairly deep lines scored into the fronts of his fingers and the pad of his palm.]

Can you tie this? Or just tuck it in somewhere?

[The bandage, that is. He gestures vaguely to her with the wrapped hand.]

Edited 2016-12-04 23:50 (UTC)

[She does as asked, making sure it's secure.] What happened? [Keeping it short and hoping he can make it out.]

String happened. Well, wire.

[He gestures down at the different kinds of metal coils laying around the room.]

Wrong kind of wire for the job, but I only got one way to find that out.

Edited 2016-12-07 12:57 (UTC)

Work gloves? [She realizes how chatty she normally is as she tries to distill things down.]

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