driftfleet | 07

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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. ]

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Admittedly, it comes in a little handier when one of your dearest associates is frequently the someone dating the celebrities. [ ... ] And unfortunately, also the one likely to be throwing up outside a speak-easy. Disgusting, but perfect for establishing alibis.

[ being friends with howard stark is a 24/7 chore. ]

...didn't figure that for your type.

Oh? And what did you figure for my type, hm?

[ a loaded question like this one really could go either way. she's either priming a gun or propping up a punchline. ]

[ he can hear the alarm blaring in his head. she really reminds him of alex sometimes. ]

I dunno just...more together, I guess.

I suspect the man in question would argue there's little more 'together' than losing your supper outside the Stork Club. [ a soft hum. ] Not that I agree with him, of course. But we can't always agree with those dear to us.

[ -- ugh, did she just obliquely admit that howard stark is dear to her? now she's gonna be the one who vomits. ]

No, that's definitely true [ he tries to usually agree with those dear to him because well he's a doormat who would do anything for their love but most people aren't him and also even he has his breaking points. ] I'm sure there's interesting logic behind that argument.

He's -- ah, Mister Jarvis's employer, actually. I've mentioned him before. [ more than that: she's shared the memory of steve in the vita-ray chamber, wherein the man in question was certainly featured. ] Howard Stark. Just about the cleverest person I've ever known. [ ... ] No offense.

[ he nods. ]

None taken, I've done some seriously amazing things in my life but creating supersoldiers isn't one of them - and most of them have been home. [ so she isn't exactly privy to the extent of his genius. ]

It's just as well. Despite my deep admiration for the one soldier his work helped create, I can't imagine it's a project worth pursuing on a larger scale. Although most of Howard Stark's other inventions tend to pale in comparison, if you ask me.

Plus I mean, where I'm from we have super people naturally, so.

[ shrug. ]

I understand that we do too, back home. Just not in '47. [ a beat. ] Well. None that you'd want to meet.

[ ...speaking of celebrity gossip. ]

[ quirking a brow ]

Should I ask? [ okay but which celebrity has superpowers is actually interesting gossip to him, though. also which ones are aliens. ]

Possibly. The science is fascinating, after all. [ ... ] Would you like to ask?

I'm officially asking.

[ ... ]

We can skip the triplicate forms though, right.

One of Hollywood's dearest darlings managed to find herself in possession of a modest sum of a rare element. Hypothetically transdimensional, and thoroughly destructive. It made her stronger -- more resistant to pain, certainly. And my current working theory is that it allowed her to perhaps absorb living matter in some fashion. Pure negative energy, always consuming.

Can't say for certain. I wasn't about to let her lay hands on my long enough to test it out.

That's...terrifying.

[ and also fascinating, but he probably shouldn't say that part, right? ] What rare element?

It was discovered during the testing of some nuclear devices -- and the scientists who discovered it took to calling it zero matter. I've seen the original test footage. Horrifying stuff. Currently, we're finding its properties a little difficult to adequately catalogue.

Our first tip-off was when Los Angeles's Echo Lake froze to a solid ice cube in the middle of a heat wave.

[ so basically what she's saying is that it's the kryptonian of elements. ]

How much of it took to do that?

Hard to say. The sample got there because it was trapped inside the body of a young woman. It had been dumped there.

[ he's not sure what he should be horrified about first - that it would fit inside a woman, or what happened to said woman. ]

And I thought we had our work cut out for us.

Yes, well -- luckily for the good guys, we've got one of the scientists who worked up the schematics for zero matter's containment chamber while it was still being studied by a company called Isodyne. Isodyne, I should point out, is owned by the husband of the aforementioned leading lady.

[ and because there's at least a grudging respect for whitney frost buried somewhere in her disdain, peggy adds: ] Turns out she's been the brains behind their scientific advances all along. Oh so multitalented.

[ luckily for the good guys someone managed to work up a containment chamber at all. that sounds like it could be very tricky. ]

Gotta love it when your superpowered adversary is also brilliant. Some people are just greedy.

Yes. Well -- she could probably do without the madness. [ ... ] Although that may have been the Zero Matter's fault.

Madness is the kinda thing everyone could do without.

[ and if she's paying attention, there's a hint of something there. he'll never be able to talk about people going crazy evil without feeling the loss of his father. ] Did anyone figure a cure?

We're working on it. I'm afraid we got a little -- sidelined. [ a huff. ] Things are still very much in progress, back home.

Edited 2017-03-25 18:55 (UTC)

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