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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

[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.]