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driftfleet2017-05-23 05:06 pm
wingedman) wrote in driftfleet2017-05-23 05:06 pm
001; video
Who: Sam Wilson
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.
[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.
-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.
[sam what r u even on about]
Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Today!
Well, now, this is real nice, isn't it? [Judging by the dry tone of Sam's voice, it isn't.] Not that I was doing anything important back home, but it sure as hell beats being scooped up and used to boost ratings on some sort of intergalactic Big Brother. [And, muttered to himself:] I don't even wanna know what happens if you get voted off.
[Back in a normal voice:] So, I'm Sam. Earth, twenty-first century. Guess I'm stuck here for a few days, huh? On the totally not creepy uninhabited giant spaceship. Yeah, I can see the ratings skyrocketing already. This sure better not be some kinda horror show, 'cause I know the black guy's always the first person to get killed by the out of control robots.
-nah, just kidding, they never even have black guys in space to begin with, I'm safe.
[sam what r u even on about]
Also, this food sucks big-time. Come on, can't they feed TV stars better than this? Why couldn't I get trapped on Food Network?
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[-- Mr. Wilson. He was gonna say. But he'll wait until you forget you offered the first name basis.
He's terrible at being informal.]
... And see you're a friend of quite a few from my universe aboard the fleet! Are you an Avenger?
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[Not that he can do much in the way of avenging right now; he's a little handicapped without the wings.]
Really, I mostly just follow Steve around.
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But he will try not to pry too much. There's plenty of time for that after the first meeting.]
Oh...! Then we have plenty in common already.
I work for Mr. Stark, but you'll find I follow Miss Carter around extensively out of habit.
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-Not Tony.
[Although...didn't his computer have some name like that? Jeeves? Sam can't remember, and he's never really pressed Vision for details. The guy's kinda unsettling.]
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[Jarvis is very good at insulting and complimenting his boss at the same time. Howard is used to it, okay. He might even give him a aww, Jarv, how nice.]
I'm Howard Stark's butler, circa 1947, co-worker to Miss Carter on some weekends, keeper of the Stark estate whilst he's in the jungles of Peru or some-such. Though I say with some... awkward uncertainty that I am allegedly the namesake of an AI in your time, at some point.
Courtesy of Mr. Stark... Jr.