Scientific Progress goes 'Boink'

[smartass_captain]

There's a message stuck to a door, last door on the left of a certain apartment complex in a certain New York. It's replicated paper, definitely a different sort of feel to it than one would expect in 2013.

Paper isn't the preferred message delivery device in the 2250s. Replicated paper and replicated ink.

Clint

Head to my place when you get this. Bring Ver.

Bones knows you're coming, he'll get you where you need to go. Don't bring your bow, we're not leaving home.

See you soon hopefully,

Jim


((Feel free to post without me until you guys actually get through the door to the Enterprise. I'm stuck in training/meetings and won't have another solid break for 2.5/3 hours from now. Will post actively after that time.))

Comments

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint nods. "Good point. Okay, you get the doors and keep a lookout?"

The good thing about practicing with a high-draw bow pretty much constantly is the great upper body strength it brings. Clint can scoop Jim up and carry him without staggering around making comical faces and sounds; one arm under his knees, one behind his shoulders.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Sure thing."

A proper prince carry. How sweet.

Verity can keep a lookout and a hand on Jim's head to keep it from getting bumped against anything in close quarters (and the ship is all close quarters). There may be some ducking-around-corners to avoid anyone seeing Jim getting carried around, but he doesn't need to know about that. And this is when her powers of observation are so useful: if Jim didn't put his override on the door, they can get him back into his quarters no problem.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint appreciates the help keeping Jim's head un-bumped, musing, "man, if I could tell this story, I'd use it the next time Nat thinks I can't do stealth."

If blankets need moving, hopefully Verity can handle that, before Clint eases Jim down into bed.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Why can't you tell this story? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing they've heard."

They'll get Jim tucked in nice and comfy (boots off, blankets on), and Verity curls up next to him again. But there's less holding on this time, just in case. No need to trigger his fight-or-flight response a second time. "Or are you worried Barney will be jealous?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Jim'd be crushed," Clint answers. "Look how he took just us knowing this much. An' if he ever met Nat, he'd flirt, and she'd shut him down with the story of how we put him to bed."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Mm, that's a point. She wouldn't let you get away with being vague about names and dates would she?"

Damn it, now she can't sleep. She's going to have to start just bringing her sleeping pills with her everywhere.