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driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
winn) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-18 06:31 pm
07 - video
Who: Winn Schott + you = awesome
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
Broadcast: yup!
Action: Tourist!
When: now!
[ the feed opens with a profile view of a sleeping winn. on his face, you can see an elaborate sharpie painted mustache (courtesy of opal) and from the ceiling right above him hangs a plastic flamingo in a coat and plastic sunglasses (courtesy of cisco).
to anyone who's been by to see him lately, it's a very familiar scene. but seconds into it something that hasn't happened in about two weeks begins to take place - movement. with a soft groan, winn reaches a sluggish hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the light. the hand then seems to decide that scratching above his upper lip is better use of its time and skills. slowly, his eyes blink open, struggling to adjust, to focus.
and then they do. on that flamingo.
he yelps, jumping up in bed, tearing the flamingo off its strings and throws it across the room, where he proceeds to stare at an off frame army of (four) flamingos. rubbing at his temples he mutters just loudly enough to be captured on film ] So Cisco's still here...
[ that seems to remind him of something, and with a sharp move his still sleepy mind can't seem to properly cope with, grabs at the communicator and misses. next attempt brings it into his hand and you finally get a close up of that glorious mustache.
he frowns into the camera ]
Of course it's rolling... [ his voice is raw, lips chapped, and he clears his throat in an attempt to bring back his usual volume ] Hi - Fleeters - if we're still calling ourselves that - Winn Schott here, back to the world of the conscious - if you recognize me check in and tell me how long I've been out - Kitty - you better still be here. [ because unless you call him within the next 10 seconds he's calling you as soon as he cuts this feed and if you're not there he will freak. he rubs at his painted mustache again, not quite realizing what's bothering him, and with a small tired smile fumbles to shut the broadcast off. ]
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Good. You're about to have your best year over, mister. [Fond smiling. There is so much more to talk about but they need this moment.]
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It's off to a great start. Though, home's included hugging Superman, so you may want to turn it up, just saying. [ he really wanted to tell her about that part. that part is easy to talk about. ]
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[ and there is some...very definite fanboying there. what a way to start with the deo. they were some of the best days of his home life. ]
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Want a tiny secret that amounted to nothing as it turns out?
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[ and he is - so fine with going on a fanboying tangent but she's changing the subject so he rolls with her ] Of course.
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Thank you.
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[ he kisses her forehead, and makes himself comfortable too. ]
I wasn't even officially 100% in the DEO yet, he was actually - there when I turned official. There was a commercial space flight going up, and it was sabotaged. Supergirl flew to the rescue and because it was a big national news type of deal - so did Superman. So after they saved the shuttle, they came by the DEO together, and I met him there. He's...everything I thought he was and more. He's so cool, Kitty, and like - really patient. And smart. And nice. And...he's like. He's like how you imagine a hero to be.
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We really got along it was...literally a dream come true. [ he might be getting a little teary eyed just thinking about it. ]
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I really missed you. [ so what if he's only aware of it retroactively. nobody talks about him like that back home. ]
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Agent Schott, at your service.
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Okay, that was hot. Why are my clothes still on? [Only half a joke.]
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[ he leans in to kiss her neck, the way he knows she likes. ]
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Can you phase me away from ink?
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[ he shrugs. he doesn't really mind. ]
I guess I should go try and wash it off...
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