update: video & action
Aug. 18th, 2018 01:37 pmWho: Natasha Romanoff + you
Broadcast: video
Action: Vanquish + Heron
When: now-ish?
Video
[Natasha's been out of sight for about two weeks now—anyone who pays close attention might have found her in one of the strange comas that sometimes grip passengers on occasion. When her face appears on the comms, the difference is stark. Not just her suddenly shock blond hair, but she worn, tired.
There's a hardness around her eyes and her mouth.]
Sorry about that. [She starts, her voice firm, tightly controled.] Looks like I blanked out there for a while. There might be some catching up to do.
[It's obvious that she's gotten more time from home. More memories. There's no hiding that. Natasha has no desire and, for the most part, no intention of sharing all she's remembered. The best way she figures to do that is to get ahead of the questions, control the narrative.
Not that she's going to start airing what happened on air, but she can control how she appears to people, how she makes herself available.]
Did I miss anything?
[And she can deflect.]
Action
[After Natasha's broadcast, she forces herself to get moving. At first, she moves around Vanquish, going through the motions of eating, doing a quick check over the ship and crew, making sure everything is in order.
It's a quick round. She makes herself do it before she heads over to the Heron. Or maybe she forces herself to go through the motions to get herself moving, to keep from staying frozen in her own bunk. Either way, before long she's on the other ship, doing another quick survey before she invites herself into the captain's cabin.
It's about the first place she starts to feel safe. There's still an anxiety in her that won't settle, though. It keeps her tense.]
Broadcast: video
Action: Vanquish + Heron
When: now-ish?
Video
[Natasha's been out of sight for about two weeks now—anyone who pays close attention might have found her in one of the strange comas that sometimes grip passengers on occasion. When her face appears on the comms, the difference is stark. Not just her suddenly shock blond hair, but she worn, tired.
There's a hardness around her eyes and her mouth.]
Sorry about that. [She starts, her voice firm, tightly controled.] Looks like I blanked out there for a while. There might be some catching up to do.
[It's obvious that she's gotten more time from home. More memories. There's no hiding that. Natasha has no desire and, for the most part, no intention of sharing all she's remembered. The best way she figures to do that is to get ahead of the questions, control the narrative.
Not that she's going to start airing what happened on air, but she can control how she appears to people, how she makes herself available.]
Did I miss anything?
[And she can deflect.]
Action
[After Natasha's broadcast, she forces herself to get moving. At first, she moves around Vanquish, going through the motions of eating, doing a quick check over the ship and crew, making sure everything is in order.
It's a quick round. She makes herself do it before she heads over to the Heron. Or maybe she forces herself to go through the motions to get herself moving, to keep from staying frozen in her own bunk. Either way, before long she's on the other ship, doing another quick survey before she invites herself into the captain's cabin.
It's about the first place she starts to feel safe. There's still an anxiety in her that won't settle, though. It keeps her tense.]