14531/Party in the Rec Room, with some planning
| Party in the Rec Room, with some planning | |
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| Date of Scene: | 02 September 2022 |
| Location: | Recreation Room, The Triskelion |
| Synopsis: | Watching BattleBots at the Trisk, and sharing some vital info on lethal threat |
| Cast of Characters: | Hawkeye (Barton), Quake, Phantasm (Drago)
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- Clint Barton has posed:
No matter if they are planning some covert operation or whatever to protect the country, SHIELD agents can enjoy an evening together to have fun. These events don't happen often, but the crowd tonight is huge in the Triskelion's Rec Room.
The fact that the resident archer has organized the evening might also explain why so many colleagues are in attendance. About forty agents are thus assembled, some still joining in. The room smells of fresh buttery popcorn, packs of pops are opened and quickly emptied.
The large TV screens are all turned on, showing the same images all around. And this is not "Dog the Bounty Hunter", naw. It's something way more exciting.
As the screen title appears, showing a large BATTLEBOTS announcement, the room starts to cheer, with some already chanting the almost mandatory: "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Hawkeye, soda in hand, sports a large smile. Watching BattleBots on these large screens will be a hoot.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
Skye was late.
Between writing up a report, and fixing a snack.. being distracted by the internet. Redoing the snack that she had burnt while watching the internet..
By the time she had made it to the Rec Room /everyone/ was there. Looking down at her one lone bowl of popcorn, she cracked a grin. "If everyone takes a single popcorn, we just might be okay."
She scans about, looking through the crowd for Clint. She figured,either he had kept a seat (knowing that she'd be late), or else she could sit on his lap. Win-win!
- Clint Barton has posed:
"I'm in charge of the popcorn, Agent Johnson," a young, way eager, male agent tells Skye as he hears her comment. "Agent Barton put me in charge." Is it a hint of pride, or concern, that could be detected in the young agent's voice? Hard to say. No matter what, he is on popcorn duty for the night, like it or not.
The resident archer is way at the back of the large room, having arranged a few chairs near a coffee table. Not that Clint is expecting to sit down much this evening, the show will be way too exciting to remain seated. Nonetheless, a few agents gathered around him, leaving an empty chair by his chair. Did he ask them not to take it? Most likely, it's more like they all knew this chair is non-officially reserved. No questions asked. No need to ask.
Having spotted Skye coming in - yeah, that would explain why he kept glancing at the door here and there, Clint waves at Skye, to direct her to his "cozy corner", as he calls it. For a moment, the archer is tempted to yell something like, "Come here, baby!", but for some reason, decides that not only would it look too familiar, it could also be misinterpreted by the guys around.
The timing is good, because as Skye came in, and the show was about to start, the light were turned off, leaving the room to be illuminated only by the large TV screens.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
A chair! For her. One that she could participate in, or, more likely, be near while he watched and she surfed the net (as usual - Skye never clocked out from her SHIELD job. Information floated around the web 24/7, so she was usually nearby a device 24/7).
Taking the seat, and making herself comfy (i.e. sitting with her feet up), "What are we watching today?" Expecting something like Robocops, or Road Warrior, or the like. Which she wasn't upset to be seeing if you asked her.
"I brought my own!" She says to the young agent handing out the popcorn. "But, I will probably need some more later? Any coffee?" Probably not. Still she tried!
- Nick Drago has posed:
Well. Despite Skye's assessment. Not EVERYONE was there. Having been distracted by other things. Nick is of the few, the proud, the ...didn't get the memo crowd.
This could probably explain why Nick showed up to the lounge after his robot problems. From the sounds of it, he had just figured there was some pay-per-view boxing event he didn't hear about. Curiousity had done the rest. As the door opens, Nick ends up near the entranceway, frowning as he looks to the screen.
He has seriously guessed wrong to what was going on.
- Clint Barton has posed:
Glancing at her for a moment, Clint chuckles lightly. But before he can answer her, another agent already seated in the "cozy corner" provides the answer.
"BattleBots! It's plain there on the screen." The agent frowns lightly, "Don't tell us you don't know what it is about?"
Clint can't stop chuckling, but still comes to her rescue. Didn't he tell her, this morning, what the show is about? Yeah, but he was fresh out of bed then, and she was still in. Any information passed between them BEFORE the morning coffee, he knows, should be reviewed AFTER said coffee to make sure it had been properly processed. Obviously, this bit didn't make it. But again, the archer has some self-restraint and avoids mentioning the bed bit.
"Remote bots battling," Clint adds, "It's the semi-finale."
Before he can add anything, another agent chips in.
"Fifty bucks on Slick Motherfucker!"
"One week of night watch on Razor Bitch!" Clint raises the bets, laughing.
By the door, Agent Popcorn is making sure that everything runs swiftly - he probably bet something with the archer that makes him REALLY want to perform perfectly in his duty. Who knows what could happen if they ran out of popcorn! Be used as a live target by the archer? Quite possible.
"Here," Agent Popcorn says, shoving a bowl of popcorn into Nick's hands as soon as he shows by the door, "Pops' on the table, and the Hawkster's in the back." Yeah, Nick being closer to some high ranked agents isn't a secret around.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
*blink*
Skye rewound her day to see if she had known.. Something something after supper. No - that was just making sure she came. Which she did. Nothing in her email. It wouldn't be in the dark web. So nix that.
There was a whole swath of talking they had before breakfast. But they knew from past experiences not to say anything that required two brain cells rubbing up against one another until they had coffee. Bad times had happened because that had ignored that simple rule - thus that simple rule!
When she actually focused on the HUUUUGE tv in front of her, it read "Battle Bots: Fight for the Right to Win 2030!"
D'oh!
"Battle Bots? Those are the ones that beat on each other? Right?" Curiously she didn't have her laptop open.. yet.
- Nick Drago has posed:
Nick blinks as Agent Popcorn places the disposable container of popcorn into his hands. Already being informed where Clint is located, he looks to the agent, "Thanks."
Somewhat committed now, Nick turns to head in the indicated direction, giving a wave to Clint and Skye. He finds a seat in the general area. "So. How many variations of Hawkeye do you get called around here?" He asks Clint.
- Clint Barton has posed:
On the large screens, the view focuses on Slick Motherfucker while the commentator presents the team. No one really cares for his sorry attempt at being funny in his presentation. Then the attention turns to the opponent, Razor Bitch, with a female-only team. Then again, the not-so-funny presentation is totally ignored, all eyes - well, most of the males' eyes anyway, including Hawkeye's - enjoying a close view of the team members.
"Hey, Barton, watch your eyes, you might regret it!" comes from an agent sitting with them in the corner. There's some snickering going around for a moment.
"And you, watch your tongue!" comes Clint's reply, all in good jest. Turning to Skye, Clint nods at her, smiling "Yup, hopefully my Razor Bitch will beat the gears outta Motherfucker! If not, well, night duty for me!"
As Nick finds a seat in the cozy corner, the archer waves back before answering. That's a good question, that makes Clint think for a moment.
"Hrm, lemme see. Hawkster, Hotshot," a wink sent to Skye on that one, "Carny boy and all their variations. Y'see, I'm usually the one giving the nicknames." And of course, the archer is omitting some other nicknames he had been called over the years.
On the screen, the battle bots have reached their starting point, facing each other, as the crowd gets excited by the upcoming battle. The room gets filled again with the emblematic "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" that precedes each battle like a ritual.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
Skye snickers at the boys. "What because ladies might have breasts? Who cares. He comes home with me, doesn't he?"
Turning to Clint, she shrugs. "The girls aren't too bad, looks wise, huh?" She was mostly interested in the machine though. "They built that? I'll take some money on that. Say, two hours of my expertise, no questions asked, to root around the net, vs, your money." Or holiday time.
Either/or.
She was responsible for Hotshot, and a few others that would not be shared - for reasons! She grinned.
- Nick Drago has posed:
Ah so there's more. Nick gives a tilt of the head to the listing. When Clint mentions he's usually the one making the nicknames he looks over to Skye in consideration. That might be a dangerous topic.
He glances around. "Like the bird names we were trying out on Bucky?"
- Clint Barton has posed:
Feeling that his teasing went poof, the agent smiles at Skye, taking her up on her bet. "Alright, I'm still for Motherfucker. Fifty it is!"
The smile on the archer's face shows that he agrees with the way Skye replied to the teasing. "Razor Bitch's better win, else we'll be busy next week!"
Turning to Nick, Clint can't but chuckle, "Kinda, or some that are classified," he replies, "By the way, haven't seen him in a while, bet he's sunbathing in Siberia, or somethin'."
And then, the battle starts on the large screens, the room fills with shouts and laughter.
"Go Motherfucker! Get her!" - "That's it, go Bitch!" and all their variations.
The whole thing doesn't last more than three minutes. It is a fierce battle, pieces of the bots fly around the battleground. In the end, there is no knockout, so the outcome will come from the judges. Meanwhile, the room returns to an almost normal state, where people can talk and be heard.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
"Ha! At least $100. I'm in the top five in the world, you know." Skye laughs. "Geeze. I'm losing my powers around here."
Still, she would have accepted the $50. Everyone knew that about Skye. Hell, she'd do it - with questions, mind you - for free.
As the fight went on, the whole three minutes, she actually watched. "I can't think why you guys couldn't make them yourselves? We could clear out one of the rooms where we do our training for it. Just an idea."
- Nick Drago has posed:
Nick frowns. "I honestly don't know." He replies, "I haven't seen him since the run in with Sarah at the diner." Nick doesn't seem all that particularly interested in the fight on the screen. But during the meat of the battle, he goes quiet, popping in some bits of popcorn into his mouth.
Skye's comment about making battle bots gets a headshake from him. "I'd rather not contribute to the murderous robot population. Even if they're only focused on other robots."
- Clint Barton has posed:
And then the winner is announced - Razor Bitch! With a smug grin on his face, Clint extends his open hand to the other agent, waiting for his 50$.
"It'll have to wait for the next paycheck, Barton." Which, of course, will also be the same answer for Skye.
The room returns to normal, the lights are turned on, and the different agents talk in small groups, paying bets, reviewing the fights.
But Skye Johnson has planted a seed. And it's already taking roots.
"Dang, you read my mind," Clint says, munching some popcorn. "We should have our own battle bots. Heck, then we could enter our winner in the BattleBots competition." Which, in case the archer is ignoring it, or purposedly ignoring at the moment, would be highly unfair for the opponents.
Tilting his head, Clint considers for a moment what Nick just said. "Run in, right? What happened? I didn't read any AAR about it." He looks over at Skye, "Did you?" This might not have been serious enough to file an AAR about, and Winty not being known for being particularly found on writing reports - a thing he and Clint have in common - it's no wonder that nothing was known about this encounter Nick seems to be referring too.
- Skye Johnson has posed:
"You never did say what was up with those.. murderous robots.. as you say. Spill, Nick." Skye turns her attention to Nick for a moment.
Clint gets a big grin. "That's if I don't go it alone!" She might! afterall, there has to be circuits, and similar, to a computer. How hard could it be? Then again, with his knowledge of fighting (and battlebots) maybe it would be better to team up with him.
Back to the initial question: what did happen with Bucky and Nick at the diner?
- Nick Drago has posed:
Nick looks to the large gathering of persons and remains quiet for a few moments as he thinks of a way to present the information. How does one brush up on the topic of Terminators? Let's find out.
"Well..." Nick pauses, "I've got good news, and bad news. The good news is I think my current situation is mostly if not completely resolved. " He pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth, chewing it. "The bad news is Sarah's problem became my problem. And based from what she says it might end up becoming yours."
- Clint Barton has posed:
Why do all the "rest and relax" nights must end with a news of impending doom or life threat? Really, the archer isn't sure about it. There must be something karma related here.
"Well, I'm sure glad your situation is under control, if not totally resolved." Yes, that's a good news.
As for the bad news. Damn.
"So you're telling us, you became a target and, lucky us, we're targets by proxy?"
He might try to joke about it, but this is really bad news. There is no way - at least, yet - to identify the Terms. If you need to be close to them to have a chance to, then you also have a chance to be killed at that proximity.
"We so need to catch one, find a way to detect them. I guess until then, we'll have to be extra cautious."
Then Clint raises a hand, rubbing his forehead. "Don't tell me Winty eloped with some Miss Term."
- Skye Johnson has posed:
Skye pipes up, "Fury has been adamant about not sticking his, and with it, our noses in. There must be something behind this that he feels it would be better to keep out of it.. actually.. maybe it's something like what we had to do out jobs out of here. It might be something like that. To keep other people in the dark. He did say we could look around, just not officially."
- Nick Drago has posed:
Nick tilts his head in consideration of the question. "Well, there's a chance mine's also by proxy but if it is, that problem in the diner was INCREDIBLY stupid with the timing." He glances to the group. "...Extra cautious. Like not being in a room full of people I don't know with guns?"