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[savethedarkness]

[Agent York appears to no longer be a doll ... and is, in fact, standing in the kitchen, attempting to maneuver a pitcher of iced tea out of the fridge. only, well. it's not York.

the gauntlets are bulky and cumbersome and M might have just given up on lifting the pitcher out by the handle and started to pick it up by muckling the sides.

she's wished up one of those little voice-changing gizmos, so hopefully if it becomes necessary to speak, she won't sound like York.

this can only go well, right?]

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[deductiongeek]

[Conan falls through the door of the kitchen as he trips over one of the trailing pant legs of his far too large Sherlock costume. He sits on the ground for a moment and mumbles irritably to himself as he works on rolling his sleeves and cuffs back up.]

[savethedarkness]

....Conan? Are you alright? [M turns and moves to check on him, though it's cumbersome going in her own outfit. her voice doesn't sound like her own at all, it's heavily auto tuned]

[deductiongeek]

[It takes Conan a moment to sort through the autotuned voice.]

...Emma?

Oh, I'm fine. [He wraps the scarf back around his neck with a jerk. I can't seem to get this to stop from slipping.

[savethedarkness]

Haven't seen her, sorry. [but since he's in the room with her, she nods.] .... Perhaps a safety pin or two?

[deductiongeek]

[He nods back with understanding.]

...Maybe that would work!

[savethedarkness]

I'd wish them up and do it for you, but these gauntlets aren't good for fine motor work.

[deductiongeek]

I'm not surprised. They don't look very articulated.

[Conan makes a face and wishes them up. He would never be comfortable with using wishing to acquire such things.]

[savethedarkness]

It's amazing the others can use them as well as they do, though practice makes perfect, I suppose.

[deductiongeek]

[He busies himself pinning up the extra material.]

I expect so. Anything like that requires practice.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Hey York, I thought Carolina said you, [Tex paused, her arms extended and fingers tugged on the edges of her shirt cuff before she looked sharply to the right the accompaniment of a brass section.]

Son of a bitch that is getting old.

[savethedarkness]

Said I what? [she doesn't know Tex yet, so she's skeptical. even if that suit looks familiar.]

Where the hell is the music coming from?

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Deep suffering sigh, all the sighing!] That would be me. This stupid get up has that damn music playing at the most random times.

[But looking closer at the York she is puzzled.] Yeah Carolina said you were a little stuffed doll. So..I'm guessing you're not really York then. He knows how to move in his armor.

[savethedarkness]

That's strange. [it was a terrible tell, she knew. but if this soldier was with York and Kelly, she knew she could at least trust her on a military level. glancing around to make sure Silva was nowhere in sight, she raised the visor]

Fair enough, but I am a friend of his, and not looking like myself is a fantastic stroke of luck, right now. I'll be happy to enlighten you, but it must be in private.

[hatesgoodbyes]

You got no idea. [But Tex wasn't going to be pushing any of this right now, it was all kinds of fucked up.]

I know that tone, you're in hiding. [Or being hunted, she was entirely too familiar with the feeling.] Get that faceplate down, you don't need to explain more than that now. Friend of York's is good enough for me. That a real suit or one of the plastic ones I heard about?

[savethedarkness]

[she loves you all, really, can she just adopt you? she puts the visor down with a nod]

Fiberglass. I think. It's certainly not heavy enough to be more than that.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Crap, that means you don't have access to the full suite. That would'a been nice. [Motion trackers, thermals, the suits were much more than just armor. Tex stepped over and poured a glass of tea for the woman, she rummaged around and found a crazy straw as well from one of the draws and plopped it in.]

Try to keep the helmet on as much as you can. I was feeling like taking a lean in a doorway, this one looks as good as any. Take a few minutes and relax. [Tex would stand guard, one door, she wasn't going to let anyone past her.]

[savethedarkness]

Thank you. I don't suppose you have any pointers for handling this a little better?
[she has to walk the walk, after all, even though she's got a slight reprieve for the moment. she sits down awkwardly in a chair and takes a sip, remembering how York could drink through the helmet. at least she can do that properly. if it weren't so dangerous, she might have laughed]

[hatesgoodbyes]

Always look like you know exactly where you're going, you belong to be where ever you are and that you'll beat the shit out of anyone for even bothering you with questions. It's worked for me pretty well. [She shrugged casually and leaned against the door frame, arms folded over the chest plate and one ankle crossing over the other in a posture of relaxed casualness. Pretty much exactly as she described.]

[savethedarkness]

Oh, the attitude of a proper cover isn't the issue so much as the physical mobility of the thing. I haven't felt this inept since the.gravity failed on the Lewis and Clark.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Never really bothered me, sort of just lived in it. I will tell you this though, it helps to have swagger, there's no walking like a lady in these things.

Was that the hell ship thing in space I heard about?

[savethedarkness]

Oh, so I'm going to feel like Nathan Lane in The Birdcage, thank you for the warning. [at least it was amused sarcasm]

.... One of them, yes. The ship with the more hellish turn of events was the Event Horizon.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Uh..sure. [She isn't up on a lot of romcom things.]

Glad I missed that charming little trip.

[savethedarkness]

As am I. .... I wouldn't wish that on anyone, it was difficult for all involved... Even those who slept through it all, in a way.

[bronwe]

[ Well that's terribly unfortunate. No one should ever be so deprived of tea. Frodo scampers over and waves to try and catch the person's attention. ]

Would you like a hand?

[savethedarkness]

Frodo. ... Of course, I'll always take your help. [she lifts the visor long enough for him to see who it is and winks.]

This tin can is only useful in some ways.

[bronwe]

[ Oh look, his tea buddy. That gets her a glad smile, even if it's hidden under the bushy yellow moustache. Good thing the pitcher isn't so high up in the fridge, so he goes to reach for it and move to place it on the island. ]

Why cold tea?

[savethedarkness]

For one, it was already made, and for two... This outfit is a bloody oven.

[bronwe]

[ Oh right. She can't make her own tea, the worst loss ever, second only to not being able to light one's own smoking-pipe. He goes to start pouring the tea out for her, since she's the lady and all. ]

You never called on me to help you with your tea, Emma.

[savethedarkness]

I know. .... I wasn't trying to be rude, or make you think I'd forgotten you. It's simply that I'm not the safest company right now, and I don't want any harm to come to those I consider friends.

[bronwe]

Well, I am one among only two hobbits here. I would never think you had forgotten me.

Worry not. I will keep safe.