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Who: Natasha Romanoff + Anyone
Broadcast: NA
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit & Planetside
When: 8/15-8/22

Window Shopping

[They won't be hanging around here much longer. Natasha's been here over a year now, she knows the rhythm of these things. Before long, they'll be dragged off to drift for a while before they end up who knows where next time.

Seems like a good time to take advantage of what they have, while they have it.

That means shopping—at least seeing if there's anything she wants before they leave. Bookstores get special attention, and boutiques, but that doesn't mean Natasha won't slip into any number of stores looking at everything from snacks to weapons. If she spots someone she knows while she's out, she's not above dragging them along for opinions. She'll pick up a pair of shoes or a novel or a knife flashing it for inspection.]

What do you think? Worth it?

[She probably won't actually buy it, but it'd be a waste not to at least consider.]

Beach Trip

[Natasha does, in fact, wear a bikini. She just wears strategic cover ups to disguise the major scars on her hip and shoulder. Works well enough, as long as she doesn't get in the water.

It's busy, but she does a pretty good job of not paying attention to the ads. She divides most of her time between a book and watching other people enjoying the sun and surf.

Toward the end of the day, she'll decide it's time for some company.]

I'm pretty sure there's a bar up the beach a little? Looks tacky, and I bet the drinks are watered down.

[She stands, brushing the sand from her wrap.] Coming?

Vanquish

[After weeks of laying low and spending most of her time off ship, Natasha seems to have finally decided to stick around. At least, more than she has been. This morning, she can be found in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping coffee. There's more for anyone who wants it; she made plenty.

She doesn't seem inclined to start a conversation herself, but there's a sense of her paying more attention than she has in a while, quietly marking the coming and going of the crew, maybe doing some kind of mental calculus or maybe just people watching.

It's hard to say with her.]

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[ The beach has been nice, even with all the distractions and the people. It's been a long time since he's been able to actually sit in the sand and enjoy some goddamn water. Companionable silence passes between them for hours, both reading or trecking down to the shore to enjoy the water.

Things have been both a little complicated between them, but the further it goes, the more simple it actually feels. It definitely helps not naming whatever it is. Unnecessary, really. They know what they are to one another and it doesn't need to be any more than that. Spending more time with Natasha has also been a really great perk.

Looking up from his book, he dog-ears the page and follows suit, standing up. ]

In a tourist spot? Of course they're watered down.

[ It takes a while to want to leave the ship, but so far, the day has been spent window shopping and making a list of places to stop when it is time to stock up before leaving. The meandering from shop to shop is good, and it's not something Bucky typically does. Anything they have purchased this go-around is stuffed in his backpack.

It's definitely mostly books. But this feels like maybe what normal people do, and it's strange, but also relaxing. Especially with her. She asks him the question and he puts down the boots he was looking at to give her shoes an appraisal.

There are a few moments of silence before he stumbles over some sort of answer. ]

I like the color? [ Oh my god who does he look like, Natasha? ]

[Enid's made a fairly clear schedule to if she is making anything in the kitchen on any given day. As it so happens, today she isn't working on the planet, so she feels inclined to do at least something to fill her time. She comes in shortly after Natasha does and takes note of her presence, but says nothing right away.

She remembers her from the first day she arrived on the ship, though. A slight nod of her head is all she gives in greeting before she goes about frying up some fresh produce she acquired as a bonus for her work in the field. Apparently her employer thinks she's such a hard worker for someone her age! She feels that is not really true, but she's not the type to pass up free food. Eventually what she has is stir fry made up and set out for anyone to take on the table.

Turning to Natasha then, she lifts her eyebrows up, inquisitively.] Would you like some?

[ It's one of those rare occasions where he's by himself. With Rick in a coma and Enid off doing whatever it is she does, Carl ventures into the city. He needs to try and resupply before they leave, since there's no telling when his dad is going to wake up. Or if he will, but he's trying to push that thought to the back of his mind.

Mostly, he's wandering around to get the lay of the land before making any sort of purchase. He doesn't have a great deal of credits, but he can still get something.

No matter how long Carl's been in the fleet, buying things people worried about before everything went to shit still kind of blows his mind. He's gotten used to it, sure, but it's still weird. Which is how Natasha found him in the crowd. Mostly, he's tagging along, but doing him a solid with giving him company.

When she asks his opinion on shoes? He can't help but raise that single eyebrow with a shrug of indifference. ]

I dunno.. will they be useful?

[ they didn't come here together. hell, kate didn't even realize the black widow was here until she stood up and spoke. it's embarrassing, really -- she's supposed to have sharp eyes, but somehow the redhead had escaped her notice.

(it occurs to her with a sour twist that natasha's presence wouldn't have missed clint's careful eye, though she's quite certain that would be fore entirely separate reasons.

she scrambles to her feet and shades her eyes, grabbing an oversized t-shirt as a cover-up that had been until now doubling as a pillow. ]

Uhhh -- sure? Yes. The answer is definitely yes. You were talking to me, right?

[Well, fancy spotting Natasha in a bookstore. Chekov--engaging in a bit of retail therapy today instead of moping around on the Tourist--peers over his own small stack of books to examine the cover of whatever Natasha is holding.]

Yes, worth it. There are too few books in the fleet.

[What a coincidence, Felix has also been laying low. (Although not spending much time off ship because he doesn't really have off ship friends.) But it seems like he and Natasha have had a similar period of cooldown, because Felix has also recently taken to actually spending any time - at least any time that's also an hour that anyone should be awake - in the public spaces of the ship.

He walks into the kitchen, sees her, pauses, and then kind of just nods as he heads for the coffee.]

That isn't a personal pot, is it?

[It's a lot of coffee if it is.]

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beach, please

i wear your granddad's clothes, i look incredible

Vanquish

window shopping