Scientific Progress goes 'Boink'
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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.))
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.))
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Date: 2015-09-23 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-09-23 09:43 pm (UTC)'Soon' being a relative term given the distances sometimes involved in these walks. But she is there soon, knocking on his door and wondering if he's figured out yet that he could have met her partway and saved them both some time.
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Date: 2015-09-23 09:54 pm (UTC)He pauses, adding, "if it's your birthday or something, and he is, and I just ruined it, I am so sorry."
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:02 pm (UTC)She looks over the note and then takes a minute to think. "You're right, it's probably about the math. And you guys wouldn't start another bar fight with me around, right?"
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:05 pm (UTC)"I wouldn't. I promise."
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:15 pm (UTC)"So no need for weapons or my preparing a good 'I told you so' speech."
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:18 pm (UTC)"I dunno, the way our luck goes, you might want that speech on stand-by," Clint half-jokes.
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:29 pm (UTC)"What makes you think I don't always have a couple ready for you?" She's totally serious. She's bossy and a planner, of course she's got a couple good generic "I told you so"s waiting.
"Ready to go?
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:19 pm (UTC)Clint laughs. "What, you were a girl scout? Be prepared, an' all that? Yeah, I'm ready." Downing the last of his coffee, he gets the door.
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:20 pm (UTC)Back to the Nexus?
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:27 pm (UTC)"Is... is that safe?"
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:50 pm (UTC)It will take him a couple tries to get it right--since it lacks a proper control switch the magic way to open the door is to slip his hand against the glass about a third of the way up the door from the floor.
Right about laying down on the floor reaching up level.
Don't think about that too hard. Really, don't. You are? Too late then. You can't un-know that little glimpse of trauma.
The good news? The door does finally open. As in, lets them onto the ship instead of just stuck in the radiation blast door area. Engineering is much the same as it was the last time Clint was here--full of jeffries tubes and the constant hum of the engines.
That little guy from before shows up in short order, pulling his goggles off to stare at him with large black eyes. That's not a window, Clint didn't come in through a window, and this little guy thinks you're an idiot, Barton.
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-24 12:03 am (UTC)The little black-eyed fellow gets a smile from her. "Hello. I'm Verity."
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Date: 2015-09-24 12:12 am (UTC)He wants to lead her over to the comm station with all the lights and buttons she wont understand. Then he runs off. But not for long! He comes back with a toolbox, heavy enough to have him leaning over while he carries it. It gets set down and he hops up on it.
So he can reach the controls. He pushes a couple buttons and then motions to Verity and Clint too, if he's there.
"This is Medical, y'all better not have had another 'minor explosion' or so help me god...." Oh hey Clint! it's Bones' voice!
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Date: 2015-09-24 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-24 12:23 am (UTC)Ah, a comm station. Useful. The little guy gets a grateful head-pat. "Hello. Jim. Um. Captain Kirk" and boy is it hard for her to say that without sounding sarcastic "asked us to drop by."
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Date: 2015-09-24 12:32 am (UTC)Keenser makes a noise that might be a chuckle at Clint's expense.
"Christ, already? Swear Jim just got back from puttin' the message out. Alright stay there. And don't you or your ladyfriend touch nothing. McCoy out."
The little guy, Keenser, nods when the comm goes silent and hops off his toolbox. There's a long blink while he stares up at Verity and Clint, then he shakes Verity's hand and grabs the box to get back to work.
It's not his job to babysit weirdos who come out of the Radiation door.
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