katherine bishop ➽ hawkeye (
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driftfleet2017-01-08 01:02 am
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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?
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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but kate doesn't want to burden mon-el with too much. her circumstances feel strange and personal. instead, she leans back and pretends to agree. ]
Sure. Maybe. I mean -- he might luck out and stay here forever and never have to deal with the fallout.
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Have you talked to him yet?
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[ something. ]
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Why yes, thank you, I do work out. [ kate smiles. ] Don't worry. You're way too cute to punch.
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[Which he says sincerely, but there is a hesitation before he asks] Are you wearing bread? [This bun you speak of.]
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[ give a moment. her nose scrunches up and she considers her words and oh shit. kate taps the topknot of hair piled high on the back of her head, wisps flying free. ] No. It's...see this? Hair, all wrapped up so it kinda looks like a bun. The laziest of hairstyles.
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A little more hygienic, too.
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