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[privateeyed]

Who: Ben and you folks
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress
When: now

action; SS Huntress

[Ben doesn't take teleportation well. In fact, if the confetti and the music didn't tip the ship off, the loud cursing probably does - there you go, Huntress, your security officer is here]

What the fuck—give a guy some fuckin' warning next time, geez! God damn teleporting bullshit.

[once he's calmed down, though - and picked up some of the pudding because far be it from him to turn down free food - he's wandering the ship, peeking his head into rooms to see what's what]


broadcast;

[once he's somewhat settled in and found a place to sit and digest everything going on, Ben decides to set up a broadcast to get some Shit Done]

Anyone here good with cybernetics? Or - I don't know, computers? Advanced stuff, can give you the specfics if you're interested. Don't need you right now, I'm just covering my ass just in case.

[he pauses, and maybe realizes he should . . . introduce himself. Like a normal person would. You know, instead of just getting down to business]

Uh - anyway, name's Ben; if you don't know shit about cybernetics . . . I don't know, come tell me about the weird crap going on here. Or stuff I should know. I like being informed.

Comments

[privateeyed]

Sometimes, I guess. I'm usually a jackass that looks like boxes. Or trash. Whichever one applies. [he says it so casually]

[passingthrough]

[Doesn't actually think he looks like boxes or trash and hopes he doesn't really have low self esteem about it or she'd feel bad. AND HEAVEN FORBID SHE FEEL BAD!] What usually sets off jackass mode?

[privateeyed]

[no he's just being himself, he ends up in a dumpster weekly back home so it's just a thing now]

Existing. [...] I don't know, I get moody easily. Not afraid to bitch about it, either, so - jackass mode, I guess.

[passingthrough]

I'll be sure to take cover if I see a mood rolling in. Or maybe we should end all communication here and I can remember you as you were.

[privateeyed]

Hey, that's up to you. I don't run your life. [but he shrugs] I try not to take it out on people, but it happens sometimes. I'm not known for my social skills or my charm.

[passingthrough]

If you were the one whose been running my life I'd have some complaints to file.

You're not much of a jackass if you don't take it out on people.

[privateeyed]

Wonder if they'd be anything like my own complaints.

I said "try", I never said I was successful.

[passingthrough]

I don't know. Hit me with your complaints and I'll let you know.

[privateeyed]

I don't even know where to start. I've got 31 years worth, you know.

[passingthrough]

You're soooo old. [Said teasingly even if she is significantly younger.] It's probably hard to remember back that far.

[privateeyed]

What the fuck, since when is 31 old? I'll have you know I remember most of it, thanks.

[passingthrough]

[She just laughs at that.] It's not. Not really. You've just got a few on me.

[privateeyed]

Apparently I've got a few on most people here. [at least from what he's seen so far]

[passingthrough]

You also probably haven't met that many people yet. The Avengers that are here are probably all around your age. Or they were frozen in time and are much older. If there are any elves left they're super ancient.

[privateeyed]

Who the fuck are the Avengers? [someone wasn't into comics as a kid] Elves don't count, elves are like - gazillions of years old but don't look older than twenty-something for most of those years.

[passingthrough]

They're all—well, mostly—no, all again—from the same world. [The momentary confusion is in honor of the Hawkeyes.] And they fight...evil or something together. Some of them have powers. [She honestly doesn't know how that works out not having powers on a team like that, but she respects Natasha and Kate, so she's willing to assume it just does.]

[privateeyed]

You're telling me superheroes are here. [he might be dumb when it comes to that, but he understands the universal signs of do-gooders] Only some have powers? What do the others do? Kung-fu bad guys into submission?

[passingthrough]

Superheroes is such a weird term. Sure. I guess so. [You're even talking to one though she'd never self identify that way.]

A couple of them are archers. I can only assume they fight bad guys from the past. [Sorry, Kate.] And then one of them is a spy and martial artist, yeah. A lot of things still come down to old fashioned hand-to-hand even when powers are involved. [Spoken like she has experience.]

[privateeyed]

What else am I supposed to call them? Vigilantes? [look he wants to know the right wording but he also knows what they are by his world's standards, too]

I'm assuming this is like, a hundred years ago and that shit's still efficient. [or something] That's pretty cool, I guess. I mean, that they're all here together and all.

[passingthrough]

They have names. But yeah, I think some of them use the s-word. [She'd probably prefer vigilante herself.]

[The urge to punch him in the nose and demonstrate efficiency is strong, but she also makes fun of the arrow thing, so she compromises on a shrug.]

Seems to work for them I guess. Maybe they use high tech arrows when they can come by them or make them? I've seen some of that. [She never really saw Kate or Hawkeye in action, but there was a Green Arrow and Artemis in Marina.]