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driftfleet2017-02-12 12:38 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-12 12:38 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff + various
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Heron, Vanquish, Iskaulit & Siourew
When: Throughout February
Visits - Starstruck & Heron
[Don't let it be said that Natasha Romanoff isn't good to her word. She's said she would pay visits to a couple of ships, and in early February, she proves good to her word.
First on the agenda, she stops in on the Heron. It gets priority because it's not just a social call. She said she'd help Barnes out with his hair—it's obviously been a while since anyone gave it a trim, and he's agreed to trust her enough to help him out. Hopefully Barnes is in. She didn't call ahead to check.
Later, she'll show up on the Starstruck. She's actually been here a couple of times recently, eating Wanda's cookies and stopping by to see Peggy, but she's trying to make more of a habit out of it. Steve clearly wanted her to. And she hasn't seen him on those visits, so here she is again.
In Starstruck's kitchen.
Making herself some coffee.]
Exploring - Siourew
[Natasha takes the opportunity to get down on the planet. Or around it, as the case proves to be. Either way, she's taking advantage of the opportunity to get outside, to see a real sky, breathe fresh air and stretch her legs.
If anyone wants to join her for a hike, she wouldn't turn down the company.]
Hallucinations - Vanquish, Islaulit & Siourew
[As the month wears on, the tone of things changes for the worse. Natasha hadn't assumed she'd escaped the glitches affecting various members of the fleet, but she had seemed no worse for them so far. That changes as the month wears on.
It starts with flashes out of the corner of her eye. Little girls who watch her with eyes too old for their faces. They stand in ones and twos, tucked around corners and in shadows, glimpsed in the reflection in a window, there for only an instant, then gone. It doesn't end there, though. After the flashes, aural hallucinations. Voices come straight from her memory, clear and distinct, speaking in any of half a dozen different languages. They bark orders. Praise her dedication. Quiz her on training. A few words, a phrase, and then they're gone.
Then the visions escalate. The girls stay are no longer just girls. They're ghosts, sporting evidence of the injuries that killed them—they're students she killed along the way, bruised or bearing bullet wounds. Sometimes they're missing eyes, missing mouths. They float in windows.
They don't speak, because the dead don't. They just follow her. Isn't that fitting?
Natasha tries to go about her days normally. She visits the shooting range, or bars. She makes her meals in Vanquishes kitchen and she stops into bars on Iskaulit. She even goes back planetside hoping getting away from the fleet will ease the glitch, but there's no such luck. By the end of the month, she might walk into a room and for five full seconds, it's as though she's stepped into the past, back in Russia, back in the Red Room, watching girls be winnowed away until only the weapons remain, or she might turn a corner and find herself standing face to face with the distorted face of one of her marks from her early days as an assassin. She tries to hide it, but as time goes on, even she can't entirely hide the signs of stress.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Starstruck, Heron, Vanquish, Iskaulit & Siourew
When: Throughout February
Visits - Starstruck & Heron
[Don't let it be said that Natasha Romanoff isn't good to her word. She's said she would pay visits to a couple of ships, and in early February, she proves good to her word.
First on the agenda, she stops in on the Heron. It gets priority because it's not just a social call. She said she'd help Barnes out with his hair—it's obviously been a while since anyone gave it a trim, and he's agreed to trust her enough to help him out. Hopefully Barnes is in. She didn't call ahead to check.
Later, she'll show up on the Starstruck. She's actually been here a couple of times recently, eating Wanda's cookies and stopping by to see Peggy, but she's trying to make more of a habit out of it. Steve clearly wanted her to. And she hasn't seen him on those visits, so here she is again.
In Starstruck's kitchen.
Making herself some coffee.]
Exploring - Siourew
[Natasha takes the opportunity to get down on the planet. Or around it, as the case proves to be. Either way, she's taking advantage of the opportunity to get outside, to see a real sky, breathe fresh air and stretch her legs.
If anyone wants to join her for a hike, she wouldn't turn down the company.]
Hallucinations - Vanquish, Islaulit & Siourew
[As the month wears on, the tone of things changes for the worse. Natasha hadn't assumed she'd escaped the glitches affecting various members of the fleet, but she had seemed no worse for them so far. That changes as the month wears on.
It starts with flashes out of the corner of her eye. Little girls who watch her with eyes too old for their faces. They stand in ones and twos, tucked around corners and in shadows, glimpsed in the reflection in a window, there for only an instant, then gone. It doesn't end there, though. After the flashes, aural hallucinations. Voices come straight from her memory, clear and distinct, speaking in any of half a dozen different languages. They bark orders. Praise her dedication. Quiz her on training. A few words, a phrase, and then they're gone.
Then the visions escalate. The girls stay are no longer just girls. They're ghosts, sporting evidence of the injuries that killed them—they're students she killed along the way, bruised or bearing bullet wounds. Sometimes they're missing eyes, missing mouths. They float in windows.
They don't speak, because the dead don't. They just follow her. Isn't that fitting?
Natasha tries to go about her days normally. She visits the shooting range, or bars. She makes her meals in Vanquishes kitchen and she stops into bars on Iskaulit. She even goes back planetside hoping getting away from the fleet will ease the glitch, but there's no such luck. By the end of the month, she might walk into a room and for five full seconds, it's as though she's stepped into the past, back in Russia, back in the Red Room, watching girls be winnowed away until only the weapons remain, or she might turn a corner and find herself standing face to face with the distorted face of one of her marks from her early days as an assassin. She tries to hide it, but as time goes on, even she can't entirely hide the signs of stress.]
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[She shrugs, because let's be real.]
Either way, the answer is probably yes.
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[And she might be curious to see how he matches up to her Clint when it comes to skill. Especially after her conversations with Kate.]
Or some target practice.
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No, scratch that. I'm sure we'll find a way to make it interesting.
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Where should I meet you?
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I might have an idea. I've been down there a time or two; they're big on the outdoors.
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[That much about the surface was common knowledge by now.]
You want I should come pick you up? I have the pilot aug, don't remember if I told you.
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[At least, she didn't think he'd be a cook.]
Sounds good. I'll see if I can come up with something better for you to shoot at than scaring birds, but failing that...
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[There's probably no need to continue the conversation at this point but he's set the communication device while he rummages around off-camera and when he comes back, he picks it up without even pointing it toward himself. Instead it's more of an awkward go-pro-view. Never mind that he could just of easily have switched to audio.]
Gunna be ready?
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I am always ready, Barton.
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Great.
Hey. You any good with a bow?
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I usually like my weapons a little less bronze age.
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[Now he's coming almost within sight of his hanger. The interior of the First Breath really isn't that big.]
So, where am I picking you up? The Vanquish?
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[And she can't deny that seemed like a very Clint thing to say. Guess some things really are consistent.]
I'm on the Vanquish, yes. I'll meet you when you dock.
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Ready?
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[Fly, ride, whatever. He's probably mostly serious too. He gives an angled-down nod at the controls while his eyes stay on the newly-boarded Widow.]
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[She spreads her hands.]
And I got communications.
[Not that she couldn't figure it out. Or that the autopilot wouldn't get them there.]
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Last chance. I've done the hard part really.
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Clint. You want me to drive?