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Who: kate bishop + you!!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: blameless
When: today
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[ every joint pops when kate bishop wakes up. for the first half hour, all she does is stay in her bunk and stare at the ceiling. what the futz just happened? she wrestles with the ringing ache in her head -- trying to pinpoint the last thing she remembers. was it winn's birthday party? was it venice beach? was it both? with a groan, she at long last sits up. gropes for her communications device.

and realizes just how long she's been out. futz and futz and futz again. ]

Hey, fleet. [ she sounds groggy. and (to those who know her) more than a little under the weather. her dark hair is piled up in a messy bun. she looks...tired. ] Ever have a week-long hangover before? Because what a shitty ability that would be. I've been out since New Year's. What'd I miss?

[ kate doesn't even change out of her pjs. she rolls into the blameless's kitchen and begins to rattle around the cupboards. she wants water -- actually, she wants coffee. but she doesn't have the patience even for the stove-top espresso maker. the feed catches all of it: her expression of dismay as she adjusts back to what a space-kitchen has to offer; her disgruntled yawn; the moment when she collects herself before sitting down and addressing the feed once again. ]

One more thing, actually. What do you do when you feel like you know too much?

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[ she's tired. and she's thoughtful. kate's got a mind full of thoughts, but she at least doesn't seem too thoroughly upset. maybe she's remembered some bad shit but...but back home, she was just about to recapture some of her old optimism. she can't let that go. not now.

so when winn arrives, he finds her sitting at the galley table with her head propped up on a hand. she's scrolling through the network -- trying to get a sense for lost time and old memories. but when she looks up and sees him, some delight returns to her face. kate sits up. she's still wearing her pajamas: flannel shorts and a standard issue tank top. ]

Oh, speedy. [ a smile. ] Speediness is appreciated.

[ kate frees the waffle from its bag and doesn't bother with toppings. she just tears it into chunks. ] Some birthday, by the way.

[ she grins through her chewing. her humour is still very present. ]

[ he appreciates that delight deeply - it helps ease his worry a little, and he returns it warmly, as he takes a sip of his own cup and heads to the coffee maker, to prepare the promised round two. ]

I know right, not bad for a squishy human.

[ he turns back to face her, leaning against the counter as he waits for the coffee. ]

If I didn't have Hermione's potions, I'd still be hungover myself.

[ idle-like, she tears the lid off her coffee cup and dunks a piece of waffle into the strong brew. ]

-- She makes those? [ now, that interesting. ] Girl could make a fortune selling those outside nightclubs.

Yeah, if I wasn't motivated enough to figure out inter dimensional travel -

[ he takes another sip of his own cup, and just watches her, for now letting her dictate the conversation. ]

[ actually, this dunking thing ain't so bad. she does it again -- appreciating the mix of bitter coffee and sweet bread. ]

I've got a whole new empathy for what you went through when this happened to you. [ uggh. put her out of her misery please. ]

It passed after a couple days, so there's that. And...I didn't remember anything new besides some seriously weird dreams.

It's like I lived a whole 'nother year. Nearly. [ but in memories instead of actual experiences. sometimes, though, if she sits very still...? she can remember the smell of electricity and sulfur on the air from the big battle. captain marvel and iron man -- trashing each other. ] But -- not?

Shit went down. [ ... ] New York and DC are still picking up the pieces.

[ he pours the coffee and comes sit next to her. ]

Aliens? [ look, it's a common problem, ok. ]

Egos.

[ she polishes off her waffle. and (admittedly) she's perking up a bit. food helps. ]

And an Inhuman who could possibly see the future before it happened. [ ... ] But it wasn't really his fault.

[ food always helps.

he sits there for a moment, letting the warmth of the cup heat his hands, as he debates whether on not he should ask the obvious.

he decides he should. this is kate, they usually talk pretty openly if she doesn't want to tell him she'll just say as much. ]

What happened?

[ war. war happened. and kate's able to articulate her feelings about that with considerable ease. it's everything else that she doesn't want to talk about: clint; her dad; maybe even venice beach. ]

Some people wanted to go all Minority Report with him. Other people recognized how batshit that would be.

[ so that makes it obvious which side she was on. ]

[ the advantage of only remembering one consistent timeline? it's easy to remember, so her words pretty easily bring back memories of her story about a rift between the heroes - about secret identities, he's pretty sure that was it. ]

I guess there's gotta be a downside to having so many heroes. [ rifts are bound to happen and keep on happening. ] Is he okay?

Probably. [ but kate shook his head. ] He -- left. Ascended. Evolved. Took his leave of our plane of existence because why the futz wouldn't he? After everything that was done because of him. Because of powers he never asked for.

[ he's...not exactly sure what she means but he's getting the feeling it's his cue to stop asking so instead, he puts a gentle hand on hers. ]

I'm sorry, Kate.

Don't feel bad for me. [ but she does twist her wrist -- moving her hand so that her palm presses against his. steady and grateful. ] I made it through alright. Compared to others.

Got the hell outta NYC. [ her smile is lop-sided. and brave, used like armor to hide something else. ] I'm officially a West Coast gal, now. You win.

[ pun always intended. ]

[ he feels bad, but he's not going to make her feel like he feels sorry for her, because he can't stand it when people do that to him, so he settles for giving her hand a little squeeze, and smile at what she says last. ]

Always do. Welcome to the light side.

Got myself a place in Venice Beach. It's nice.

[ okay, it's actually a shithole. but it's hers. ]

How's the view?

Surfer abs. Surfer abs as far as the eye can see.

[ so she's not complaining. not exactly. ]

So, boring obtainables.

[ he tries to rekindle a little teasing, because that's usually light and easy. ]

[ boring is right. she actually can't much stomach the surfing crowd. but damn if the scenery isn't nice. ]

Sure. Probably. Can't say I've done more than look. [ she finishes up her first cup of coffee. lickety-split. ] Did you know the state of California charges two hundred and fifty dollars for a license just to be a private investigator?

Can't say that I knew that, but I'm not really surprised.

[ he takes another long sip of his first cup, contemplating the meaning of what she's telling him. ]

So you've got an office set up?

Nearly. Not all the boxes are unpacked. Not yet. [ and her first case is ongoing, despite the lack of official license. ] But it's a start.

[ a fresh one. ]

[ he nods ]

Starts are good. When I moved the last time I was putting dishes away back in boxes for months.

Let's hope I avoid that particular pitfall. [ kate laughs -- low, short, but lively. ] Most of my boxes are just full of arrows, though.

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