fifteenth bite | video.

[redhourglass]

( oh, look! it's natasha in the bar. as usual. it's kind of where she hangs out (which might be a moot point, considering the rations). she's standing behind it, leaning on the counter, throwing a knife up and down in one hand. she doesn't seem to be paying a lot of attention to it, but the hilt keeps thwacking into her palm, so she's clearly paying enough attention to not lose a finger or two. )

Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner have been returned home.

( her voice is quiet. dangerously so. she's not brooding the way she was when tony left, but she's definitely .. not ok.

just before the video turns off, her face twists slightly and when the knife comes down in her palm again, she throws it, right at the camera - or just off to the left where it buries itself in the table, quivering slightly.

the video cuts. )

( ooc: all replies will either be text or voice. feel free to have your character be concerned and come to the bar (in loki district) to confront her directly, particularly if they have prior cr. )

Comments

text.

[brainsqueeze]

Shall I come to your or wait for you to come home?

text.

[redhourglass]

home

you wouldn't like me much right now

text.

[brainsqueeze]

But what do you need more?

in person

[daddyissues]

[ He knows where she lives works. Well, he also knows where she lives, that's just less relevant right now. Connor shows up not long after Natasha makes her post and takes a seat at the end of the bar, waving the bartender over to order. ]

action.

[redhourglass]

( at least she's gotten someone to cover her shift, though when connor arrives, she's not sitting at the bar. she's in the back, turning her knife over in her hand, trying to manage her temper - there would probably be some who would come and see her in person. she needed to be ready. she needed to master this.

finally, she sheathes it and enters the main room, spotting him immediately and slipping into the seat next to him. )

I'm a little old to be checked up on.

[daddyissues]

Nobody's too old to be checked on. If my dad puts up with it at two-hundred-thirty, so can you.

[ His tone is exceedingly mild, not even teasing, and when the bartender comes back he puts two drinks down. Connor pushes one over to Natasha. ]

Anyway, I thought you might need someone to hit.

Video

[secondborn]

Do you want some company?

[He knows he would, but he still feels he doesn't know Natasha well enough to be able to guess.]

text because drama. 1/2

[redhourglass]

i think i'm going to get some whether i want it or not

2/2

[redhourglass]

...

i wouldn't stop you though

[secondborn]

I don't want to impose.

Action

[samantha_grey]

[She didn't bother replying to the message. Both were names she knew of, though she had only spoken to Steve enough to catch on to his nature. Mr. Star Spangled reminded her too much of her own example of Stars n Stripes back home. Natasha might have been feeling a little... alone right then, and now wasn't the moment to actually call her.

Instead, later, she made her way towards the bar that Natasha liked, slipping in and looking around from the entrance.]

action.

[redhourglass]

( natasha has managed her temper enough to think rationally: she got someone to cover her shift and she was sitting in a booth, though her knife still remained stuck into the bar. it looked like it was buried deep enough that it would have to be dug out - not her finest moment.

surprisingly, she's drinking water. maybe that meant she was maturing. there were only so many friends you could drink for before the exercise became wholly exhausting. )

Re: action.

[samantha_grey]

[Seeing her drinking, Samantha initially assumed vodka. Of course, it could also be water. Hard to tell, but best not to assume as she slipped in and aimed for the chair next to hers. Settling down next to her without a comment, she gave a little nod towards the drink.]

Avoiding a hangover or that liquid potato juice?

[Voice]

[madcuriosity]

Were they friends of yours as well? [She remembers this woman made the announcement for Mr. Stark.]

voice.

[redhourglass]

Yes. ( terse. to the point. ordinarily she might shy away from the word 'friends'. it seemed too intimate. now? it hardly mattered. ) There aren't many of us now, from my home.

[Voice]

[madcuriosity]

I'm sorry to hear that. They were both very nice. Dr. Banner liked limericks! Ah, who else is left here?

[action!!]

[selfmadman]

[ Responding doesn't cross his mind. He hadn't expected her to have so many names to mourn here. Last time he'd left it to her friends to comfort her, but now everything's winding down. He can see the end of the world from where he is.

Friends, is that what they are?

An hour or two later Don heads to the bar. Taking a look around he shucks his coat and straddles a stool. Lights a cigarette. He'll order a drink when he catches the on-duty bartender's eye; this'll be routine unless Natasha decides to interrupt it. ]

action.

[redhourglass]

( they're close enough to friends that she doesn't avoid him by going out the back door. she'd almost had enough of the visits that people were making, well meaning as they seemed to be. it made her feel like a child, constantly being checked up on. and the pity.. god, that alone could drive her mad.

still, she slides into the seat next to him with a glass of water in her hand, studying him. )

Interesting time to decide you want a drink.

( she knows you're here to check on her, bro. )

[selfmadman]

[ He doesn't turn his head until she speaks. Eyes on her he plucks the cigarette from his mouth. Laughs, a smile taking shape around it. ] When don't I want a drink? [ Don's voice is light, if a touch rueful.

He returns the cigarette to his mouth for a drag. ] That was dramatic. [ He's talking about the broadcast, letting his bemusement show. Sounding surprised to have landed on that adjective. It's not a reprimand: he looks at her as if trying to make room for whatever'd been behind her display with the knife. ]

pretend I'm not late/private

[pushesgently]

We've a new lot of throwing knives at the bureau if you'd like to help test their weight.

[Dealing with hard emotions through bladed weaponry. It helps, right?]

private.

[redhourglass]

you sure you want me around? i could kill someone on accident.

private.

[pushesgently]

If that's the case, you need the extra practice.

[Voice]

[hadbadays]

Bugger. Bruce was a good employee.

voice.

[redhourglass]

I imagine he'll be hard to replace.

voice.

[hadbadays]

It leaves me the sole Traveller too. Might feel a bit lonely.

[ Only partly serious. Nothing wrong with his native employees. But he will miss having someone to make dry remarks about the more Traveller specific situations at. ]