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audio. un: barnes. (with bonus un: s.wilson)
[It's shortly after the latest batch of new arrivals turn up that a post makes its way on to the network. But it's a little different to the usual information dump that Bucky's previously made. This time, the text is replaced with audio. And all thanks to a special guest...]
So Quill did the whole Halloween thing yesterday. That makes today November 1st, if we're going by Earth's calendar.
[Five months on this station already. Time flies, huh?]
Dusty's gone. Disappeared before the last mission. So if someone else wants to take over rationing, lists are in the file next to the fridge.
[Because who needs a segue when you can just get right down to business?
There’s a rustle of someone moving from nearby, the sound of a background voice drawing closer, words muffled around a yawn and finally becoming more clear, the Louisiana accent bleeding through a little more strongly than usual:]
… know how to put the fun in KP duty. What Grumplestiltskin over here is tryna explain is: We got no cook, but Bucky and I’ve been keeping inventory on food supplies. We been setting aside emergency supplies in case of surprise shutdowns and missed food shipments. Usually got more than enough food, so help yourself to whatever, we ain't controlling the supply, just keeping an eye.
Also not feeding the lot of you, but when grumples and I cook, there's gonna be extra for everyone to grab. Unless someone decides to start a food fight again. Don't look at me like that, you know what you did.
[There's an under the breath grumble of "You're the one who got batter all over my pants."]
We've also been keeping an inventory of everything that goes unclaimed after each drop. You can find it all at the end of the rec room. If you need anything, check the list on the wall. It'll save you time. Just mark off anything you take when you're done.
[Being responsible is the worst. Someone please take all of this over for them so he doesn't have to deal with Sam's disappointed face when he shirks his duties.]
Hey speaking of inventory, are you wearing my jacket? I swear if you do your 'look at me, I'm so cool' thing and rip the sleeve off…
Someone's borrowing mine.
[Because that explains everything, right?]
Looking for some volunteers. Sterile walls ain't exactly the most welcoming for some of the people here. [Especially if you're 14!] Steve's gone though, so I ain't exactly got access to an artist anymore. If there's anyone here with some ideas on how to brighten this place up, I got some stuff from the last drop that could help.
Trust me, I fixed a whole ass boat with him, the man’s surprisingly useless with a paintbrush. Never believe him when he claims to have gotten paint on you by accident. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.
[There's just a look thrown in Sam's direction. And then, right as the feed's about to cut, there's also one last comment.]
Changing your regret is possible. You decide to do it, make sure you're willing to foot the bill.
[And with that helpful warning, he's done.]
[ooc: Red is Sam. Blue is Bucky. Expect to be tagteamed (unless threads are made private ofc)]
So Quill did the whole Halloween thing yesterday. That makes today November 1st, if we're going by Earth's calendar.
[Five months on this station already. Time flies, huh?]
Dusty's gone. Disappeared before the last mission. So if someone else wants to take over rationing, lists are in the file next to the fridge.
[Because who needs a segue when you can just get right down to business?
There’s a rustle of someone moving from nearby, the sound of a background voice drawing closer, words muffled around a yawn and finally becoming more clear, the Louisiana accent bleeding through a little more strongly than usual:]
… know how to put the fun in KP duty. What Grumplestiltskin over here is tryna explain is: We got no cook, but Bucky and I’ve been keeping inventory on food supplies. We been setting aside emergency supplies in case of surprise shutdowns and missed food shipments. Usually got more than enough food, so help yourself to whatever, we ain't controlling the supply, just keeping an eye.
Also not feeding the lot of you, but when grumples and I cook, there's gonna be extra for everyone to grab. Unless someone decides to start a food fight again. Don't look at me like that, you know what you did.
[There's an under the breath grumble of "You're the one who got batter all over my pants."]
We've also been keeping an inventory of everything that goes unclaimed after each drop. You can find it all at the end of the rec room. If you need anything, check the list on the wall. It'll save you time. Just mark off anything you take when you're done.
[Being responsible is the worst. Someone please take all of this over for them so he doesn't have to deal with Sam's disappointed face when he shirks his duties.]
Hey speaking of inventory, are you wearing my jacket? I swear if you do your 'look at me, I'm so cool' thing and rip the sleeve off…
Someone's borrowing mine.
[Because that explains everything, right?]
Looking for some volunteers. Sterile walls ain't exactly the most welcoming for some of the people here. [Especially if you're 14!] Steve's gone though, so I ain't exactly got access to an artist anymore. If there's anyone here with some ideas on how to brighten this place up, I got some stuff from the last drop that could help.
Trust me, I fixed a whole ass boat with him, the man’s surprisingly useless with a paintbrush. Never believe him when he claims to have gotten paint on you by accident. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.
[There's just a look thrown in Sam's direction. And then, right as the feed's about to cut, there's also one last comment.]
Changing your regret is possible. You decide to do it, make sure you're willing to foot the bill.
[And with that helpful warning, he's done.]
[ooc: Red is Sam. Blue is Bucky. Expect to be tagteamed (unless threads are made private ofc)]
audio; un: megatron
audio; un: s.wilson
[ Holy shit they got actual cyborgs on board now. Or robots? Androids? Whatever they fall under, Ximilia's got them now. ]
Re: audio; un: s.wilson
If you do happen to find any liquid or solids that are faintly luminous, whether pink, blue, red, orange, green or any other color I would advise that you not consume it and ask that you inform me immediately.
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[ Look, we were all young and dumb during Mardi Gras once. Don't judge him. Should probably make sure Newton doesn't see this as a dare, though... ]
There was a similar warning on the network a little bit ago. Friend of yours?
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[ That's on Drift though, not him. ]
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[ How the hell are they gonna help their new inorganic companions when they get hurt? Probably a question for the likes of Stark more so than Sam, but he's curious - and has enough engineering in his finger tips to at least to small repairs on his own complex drone. ]
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And hold up... you telling me you guys can get high?
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[ SIGH. ]
Drunk would be the more apt term, though there are methods of inducing similar states of euphoria. Circuit boosters and the like.
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[Yep, guess who has a couple stacked up as potential nightlights for a teenage girl. (Once he has the Doctor run some tests, of course.) The lack of a power cable for a wannabe lava lamp is kind of a give away here though.]
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[Thankfully, they're stacked up in a corner. Though if they are his fuel, he knows they'll need to keep a closer look out for it at the next drop.]
They're at the end of the rec room.
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