11422/Back in the Saddle Again

Back in the Saddle Again
Date of Scene:	02 May 2020
Location:	Monitor Room, Watchtower
Synopsis:	Willow takes her turn at the monitor room, at the Watchtower, and Timber Wolf comes calling.
Cast of Characters:	Willow Rosenberg, Timber Wolf

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Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Well, that didn't take too long. One minute she was wondering 'was she', and the next she had her schedule. So far, so good, in fact she had broken out her sandwich and was enjoying herself. "This isn't so bad," Willow mused. After all, they wouldn't put her on where something really dangerous. Would they?

Timber Wolf has posed:
See this is why Brin doesn't fly things. He's not used to it. Thankfully, hey, he took a trip from the Legion cruiser to here. Which, well, it's a win for the Zoonian!

"So" Brin calls once he's found the comms buttons and...well, because it's Brin...he's just saying what he thinks. Which is, essentially.

"Is this thing on? Sprock it, you can hear me right? Where's Brainy when I need him to..."

Well that's a good start for Brin. He's at least got the ship he's in, a little shuttle, heading vaguely toward the Watchtower as well. Point for him there too.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh!" Willow looks for the comms."Who are you?" Only once she has spoken, did she remember the correct words. "Oh drat. I mean, who are you, and what do you want!"

Nope. Still not the right things to say. Closer.

"Who's Brainy?" Yep. She's just as bad as he is.

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin's scrabbling around and thinking what to say, while being worried about crashing into the Watchtower. Well, then. He leans on the comms again, "Oh...uh....Brainy's a smart person. I'm Brin and I'm not sure if I',m flying this right?" he asks and sits back, nervous and there's claw marks in the interior of the shuttle. Good job, Brin, slashing all of that huh...R
Well, if he can land that thing...

"So can I land on your station? I can land back on my ship if needed"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Sorry, I haven't been in your craft. I don't know how to drive them. Jeepers, I don't even drive a car." And then she remembers his question. "Uhm, lock your craft unto the hanger bay, and prepare to be entered." Adding, "I always wanted to say that."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin listens and does that. Well, after a huge thud and finally coming to a halt in the hangar bay, Brin gets to his feet. Well, then, well then, ..

Ship's in one piece, Brin is too. Just irritated by his lack of flying, sure....but he's followed what that female voice told him to do. Poking the comms button, Brin shakes his head.

"I've landed, I think. That was the huge bang and my shuttle's finally stopped. Come on in" Brin adds with h a glance around the ship.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
It isn't too long until Willow is there. She doesn't enter, but welcomes aboard. "You can come out, if you please?. She smiles. "I won't hurt you." As if. "I'm Willow. This is the Watchtower. Do you need someone to look it over?"

The spaceship.

"Uhm, you don't come around very often, do you?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin climbs out of the shipp and looks over to Willow with a smile, watching Willow. "Yes, if anyone can I'd like that" he says and offers a hand to Willow. "I'm Brin" he adds.

Given he's wearing his costume, it's not hard to work out who he is, and who he is a part of team wise. Still, Brin offers a hand. "I'm Brin. They call me Timber Wolf" Brin says and peers at Willow. "What about you?" he asks simply, staying where he is byy his ship.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's smile blossoms as Brin introduces himself. "Willow. Again. Do you want some to eat, while they check out your engines?" Already there are to look over and make certain all things are ok. "Come on."

As they wake down the corridors she asks more about him. "Are you really out in space? You're really my first time. Usually I am on earth, except for once a week in the monitor room. Come on." She leads him to the mess.

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Sure!" Brin says keenly. "Oh yeah I'm out in space, I call a ship home, really...but as you saw I can't fly. I more punch things that annoy me and do my own thing" Brin offers with a nod. "Earth, it's a beautiful place. I was in Coney Island the other week, I like spending time on Earth and it breaks up the routine of being on a ship. So what's this place?" Brin adds as they walk. "It's bigger than my home at least"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow snickers. "You definitely are better than I man. Driving is not one of my skills. Buffy beats us the bad guys. Me, I, uhm, you probably don't believe. Anyways, here's food. I'd offer some cookies, but I ate them. Sorry. But you can make sandwiches. Have at!"

"Here? It's big? I guess so. Earth is much bigger."

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin looks a little disappointed by no cookies. "Uh...we could get some from a store? I mean....if there's any stores around?" he asks, then shakes his head. "Sandwiches. Drake knows more about that than I do " he says, "But you just put something between two pieces of bread and eat it. Sprock it. how hard is that?"R
yes. Brin really is tempting the cosmic sandwich gods (if such things are watching) to smite him. Or something like that. Tempting fate isn't usually a great idea for Brin, but...

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"You can. But it takes as long to purchase them and it does to bake them." As for the sandwich gods, "Well, some things are as good. Do you like peanut butter?" Willow hadn't met a person who did not like peanut butter. Besides, she knew where the peanut butter was.

Timber Wolf has posed:
"Yes please!" Brin asks with a smile. "I'll take peanut butter sandwiches if you have any please" Brin nods. See, the Legion are missing out!

"So tell me about yourself, Willow. You're what...named aftr a plant right?" he adds.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Without further ado, she sets the sandwiches, making one for as well.

"Really? I've just heard about the Willow saplings. And the magic, but really rowan is better. I guess they are indicators of water. And the willow is known for bending over in a storm. How do you know them?"

Timber Wolf has posed:
Brin munchhes on the sandwich and smiles, shaking his head. "Good sandwiches" he says between bites. "You done good" he nods and looks definitely lost at the trees. Something else to ask the Legion when he gets back to the cruiser, too?

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"See? Magic. Most people it's, well they think I'm nuts. Well the rest of the facts read in the encyclopedia. Honest." She makes a cross over her left breast. "Anyways, anything else?"