Carol Danvers (
princess_sparklefists) wrote in
driftfleet2015-04-25 12:01 am
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Captain Whizbang reporting
Who: Carol Danvers
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday afternoon (04/24)
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[ Carol's muttering as she turns on the feed, clearly talking to herself rather than anyone listening. ] -can't even get one month back on Earth before I have to deal with this shit again. I swear to god if that insane little raccoon shows up...
[ She clears her throat and straightens her shoulders, taking on a military bearing. The uniform she's wearing is a little too colorful to be military, but never mind that. ] Hello... Fleet? Captain Marvel of the Avengers here, and I did not sign up for a trip to space today, but here we all are. Don't know if any of you will know what the Avengers are, but apparently we've got some name recognition out here since the Builders War, so who knows? You can call me Carol.
Does someone want to fill me in on how long this has been going on? What planets everyone's from? Do we know anything about who took us? Annnd while we're at it... If someone could describe the ship I'm on right now, that'd be great. Can't tell anything from the inside except that it's big, and I can't find the doors or teleports or whatever they're using to get around in here.
Action: Marsiva
Carol's pacing the deck like a caged animal, eyeing the walls with a thoughtful expression that would make anyone who knows her nervous. She could blow out the big viewing window in the main room, but not without asphyxiating all her fellow captives - not really a viable plan.
But the interior walls can't be as sturdy as the hull, and assuming the rest of the ship is pressurized and has the same breathable atmosphere...
Okay, that might be assuming a lot. She steps up to the wall opposite the window and raps her knuckles hard against it, listening to the noise it makes. That noise tells her exactly nothing, because she flies spaceships, she doesn't know anything about their construction.
Carol sighs, glancing mournfully toward the ceiling. "I miss Harrison..." Sure, sometimes he tried to speakFlerken cat at her, but at least she understood that ship. Her ship.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday afternoon (04/24)
[Video]
[ Carol's muttering as she turns on the feed, clearly talking to herself rather than anyone listening. ] -can't even get one month back on Earth before I have to deal with this shit again. I swear to god if that insane little raccoon shows up...
[ She clears her throat and straightens her shoulders, taking on a military bearing. The uniform she's wearing is a little too colorful to be military, but never mind that. ] Hello... Fleet? Captain Marvel of the Avengers here, and I did not sign up for a trip to space today, but here we all are. Don't know if any of you will know what the Avengers are, but apparently we've got some name recognition out here since the Builders War, so who knows? You can call me Carol.
Does someone want to fill me in on how long this has been going on? What planets everyone's from? Do we know anything about who took us? Annnd while we're at it... If someone could describe the ship I'm on right now, that'd be great. Can't tell anything from the inside except that it's big, and I can't find the doors or teleports or whatever they're using to get around in here.
Action: Marsiva
Carol's pacing the deck like a caged animal, eyeing the walls with a thoughtful expression that would make anyone who knows her nervous. She could blow out the big viewing window in the main room, but not without asphyxiating all her fellow captives - not really a viable plan.
But the interior walls can't be as sturdy as the hull, and assuming the rest of the ship is pressurized and has the same breathable atmosphere...
Okay, that might be assuming a lot. She steps up to the wall opposite the window and raps her knuckles hard against it, listening to the noise it makes. That noise tells her exactly nothing, because she flies spaceships, she doesn't know anything about their construction.
Carol sighs, glancing mournfully toward the ceiling. "I miss Harrison..." Sure, sometimes he tried to speak

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Sorry. Old habits, you know.
I've only been here a week or so. Couldn't let you keep having all the fun out here, leaving me at home with the boys.
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Well, if you want to sign up to be the next Avengers space liaison, you're welcome to it. My time's up, and I'm pretty sure Tony wanted to make it a permanent thing. [ Sure, he made the position up to give her some space to deal with her issues, but it's not a bad idea to keep it around. ]
...whenever we get home, that is. Though you might be sick of space by then, and if we're lucky the boys won't have destroyed the city in the absence of adult supervision.
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I think I'll pass. We could always send him out next. Think his ego might be crushed by finding out the world would, in fact, keep on turning without Tony Stark.
You find anything interesting out here?
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Also, my cat's apparently an alien. So that's new and weird.
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[Is that a joke? It could be.]
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Spartax is pretty pissed at us, but I doubt it's worth coming all the way out to Earth to settle the score. Whoever goes out there next might need to watch their back, though. Otherwise, I did manage to avoid provoking any interplanetary incidents, and you should all be proud of me.
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I'm a little surprised there aren't more bodies out there gunning for us. We've been making big noises for a while now, it's about time someone starts knocking.