Kenzi [001] Video

[onteamdyson]

Hey. Sup, random peeps. I'm trying to find this guy with ridiculously fluffy hair, angry-looking face, cheekbones that could probs cut glass? Didn't catch his name... he's totes British.

Also, I believe I was promised superheroes and lobster. Both of you better honour those promises.

... And Bo? If you can see this? You better have one hell of an explanation for not getting back to me sooner. Kenzi out! Peace, suckahs.

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[goodluckkobra]

There's fucking lobster here?

[You eat enough Power Pup, you think with your stomach when you can.]

[onteamdyson]

I'm really, sincerely, intensely hoping so. First one to find it splits it with the other?!

[goodluckkobra]

I am so in. Did you mention superheroes?

[onteamdyson]

NICE! And yes. Yes I did. Apparently there is this total unsuspecting badass that supposedly babysits superheroes and I am waiting for proof, stories, and dudes in capes. Also a membership card if possible.

Hi! I'm Kenzi. [And she likes you already.]

[goodluckkobra]

My name's Kobra.

[He grins.]

I met a robot! This place is pretty cool.

[could_be_dangerous]

[Sherlock's just going to stick with audio for the moment, thanks. He's no desire to distribute his face to any wider an audience than he needs to do.]

I hope you don't mean me.

[onteamdyson]

[Bingo. That is one suspicious grin.]

You seen anyone else near that fountain with hair like yours? You know... I really think we had a moment back there. We connected. It was destiny.

So! My question to you, Sir, is... Whatcha doooooin'?

[could_be_dangerous]

I think you're a phenomenal idiot; clearly we don't see eye-to-eye on that front. The only moment I had was one of acute self-pity.

[Normally this would be where he adds 'and I won't talk to you anymore', but he can't have her going about blabbering to everyone about having seen him. And so...]

Fountain. If you must.

[onteamdyson]

Ouch. We're already at idiot. Okay.

[The smile doesn't falter, but she does roll her eyes.] I must. See you in a few!

[could_be_dangerous]

[Sherlock waits with his coat collar turned up and his head lowered, cursing himself silently for not stowing the thing earlier and fetching some more nondescript clothing. A haircut had been next on the agenda, perhaps a dye job, anything to make himself less recognisable. But then, how was he to know he'd be kidnapped by an as-yet unknown person or persons and deposited on the other side of the Atlantic bloody ocean?

When Kenzi appears and he's caught her eye, he inclines his head and begins to walk, away from her, not towards. He expects she'll follow.]

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

Promised superheroes and lobster? I hope you're only planning on cooking and eating one of those.

[onteamdyson]

That depends. Were any of these superheroes bitten by a radioactive cow or pig?

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

I'm sure if any had been, you don't have the security clearance to know.

Though I think there's a Man Pig in Colorado...

[onteamdyson]

I could have the security clearance. I could TOTALLY have the security clearance. You don't know me! I'm actually the CEO of a super secret company of ass-kicking and I have the clearance to do what I want, level nine, special ops... charlie foxtrot... alpha one.

... Can this man pig regenerate limbs? [She sounds genuinely interested.]

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

[Sharon's lips stretch into a slow grin.] You're a very young CEO. What does this super-secret company of yours do?

And you'd have to ask Al Gore. He's the one who's been chasing it.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

Should I put out an A.P.B. for a British man named Bo?

[onteamdyson]

Two different people, cutiepie. British man is yet unnamed. Bo is my bff and super gorgeous and a total knockout. You'd know her if you saw her. Seriously. One look and BAM! Pitchin' a tent. Unless you like dudes, and then .... no, no you'd probs still have a party in your pants.

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

[Pitchin' a tent. Steve has to admit, that's a damn colorful way to describe someone.]

Oh. [There's a bit of a foot-in-the-mouth awkward pause before he clears his throat.] My apologies. Still, I'll keep an eye out for this friend of yours if you think she's here. And the Brit, any particular reason you're looking for him, uh, Kenzi?

[onteamdyson]

[She shrugs.] He seemed kind of hilarious in a paranoid jerk kind of way? I also may have accused him of kidnapping about fifteen billion times.

[This guy is adorable. He's all polite and trying to help and a total boy scout, holy crap.] Great, so you know my name know and this is probs the part where you tell me yours. Unless you want me to give you a potentially embarrassing, yet hilarious nickname. Your choice, cuddlemuffin!

[steverogers.livejournal.com]

[He's not exactly sure if he should point her in the direction of this guy if she's just going to poke fun at him.] Kidnapping? So you think he's dangerous?

[No way in hell he's letting her call him "cuddlemuffin." Not even Bucky could get away with something like that.]

Name's Capt-- [He stops. No need for titles or secret identities here. He's just like everyone else right now -- up the creek without a paddle. Best not to sound like a complete nutcase.] Steve. Steve Rogers. Pay no mind to the suit. It's a rental.

[porcelainpride]

If someone else does the whole catching-and-killing thing, you will have as much lobster as you can eat.

[onteamdyson]

I knew I liked you, Kurt. You've got spirit. And the ability to feed me. This is the start of a beautiful, one-sided friendship.

[porcelainpride]

Nonsense, it's very two-sided. You'll give me purpose and direction in a directionless land.

[onteamdyson]

D'awwwww, save some of that butter for dinner, bright eyes.

SO! Less freaked out now? Settled a bit? Gotta admit, you do a good job of covering that shiz up when it counts. Hang onto that knife just in case.

[porcelainpride]

I have no shortage of butter or lemon, for which I am quietly and fervently thankful.

[Shruuuug.] I've distracted myself enough so that I'm not thinking about the insanity of this situation, really. Thanks for the deadly weapon, all the same.