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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Probably didn't help that if you don't know me my background reads like a super villain origin story.

[ really though. if he weren't friends with supergirl, with alex, if a martian weren't director of the deo...he can't imagine it being an easy sell to give the toyman's son, who's been bounced around foster and state care, who allowed himself to be manipulated into basically committing treason by hacking into a secret government agency's servers by the mere mention of daddy issues, that high a security clearance. ]

[ ugh she tries to dissuade herself from being too curious. ]

One's background needn't always predict one's future, Winn. I thought that ought to be one of those American ideals you're all harping on about so often.

[ -- a little gentle teasing to alleviate the drear. ]

Yeah, but you know, government agencies don't exactly have a reputation for being ideal.

[ especially when national security is at stake. he would tell her if she asked, he's accepted it enough to be able to bring it up in casual conversation, but he's not going to volunteer any more, either. ]

Lucky for me, connections are still where it's at.

It does seem as though an organization founded even with the best of intentions isn't without its black spots. [ shield, for one. a future thorn in her future side. ] And yet we keep founding them all the same. Perhaps we'll never learn.

We don't work for perfect, we work for better.

Almost sounds worthy of being a slogan.

After years of working for Cat Grant, something was bound to stick.

[ he shrugs with a little smile ]

What -- is that some thin veneer of appreciation I hear for your self-described dead-end IT job?

[ lookit her, throwing around things like it. ]

I have endless appreciation for that dead-end IT job, it's where I met Kara and James.

[ and kara. also kara. did he mention kara? ]

I'm well aware of Kara. But who is James?

James Olsen - he's another friend from home. [ he didn't feel a real camaraderie with him before, so he didn't mention him much. but they're closer now. ] He was the artistic director at CatCo, he runs the place now.

Quite the promotion. From what I've heard, the previous boss is a hard act to follow.

She is, but he has a totally different style. Seems to be going well.

I imagine he's having a devil of a time trying to find your replacement at the company.

If he gets hacked he knows where to find me, the rest of what I did there really wasn't that hard.

[ it left him with a lot of precious video gaming time while on the clock. good times. ]

Says you. [ a beat. ] I imagine it would be all Greek to someone like me.

Depending on how hard we push on the studying.

Yes, yes -- but not until April. There must be something I can do on my own in the meantime to keep the mind sharp, however.

I can whip up a couple exercises to keep you busy.

It wouldn't go unappreciated.

I'll send at least one your way tomorrow.

Either by the comms -- or, of course, if you can provide a physical copy? Mister Jarvis usually stops by the Starstruck in the evenings. You could send it along with him.

[ dear mister jarvis. ]

Sure, yeah, no problem. And I can bring the rest by in person in a couple days.

Only if it's convenient -- I'm well aware I'm pushing my luck with penciling me into your agenda for the coming days.

You're not pushing anything, I'm gonna go see all my friends. I love Kitty but we're not those people. [ you know, the ones who forget their friends just because they're in a relationship. their friends mean way too much to them. ]

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