Kenzi [003] Video

[onteamdyson]

This is getting ridiculous. Does anyone have a drum kit in their house? Anyone? Attic, basement, one of the empty houses, somewhere?! I just really need to freakin' hit something before I go totes mental from insane amounts of boredom. I'm not even kidding. Just ask Phil.

Seriously need to do something that doesn't involve a cape or a baseball bat. Hit me up if you've got something!

[Private to Bruce Banner]

Hey, Bruce? Think I could seek out more hypothetical medical advice?

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[could_be_dangerous]

[Audio, Private]

I suggest hitting somebody; I find that's generally a good way to artificially manufacture some excitement.

[Video, Private]

[onteamdyson]

Been there, done that, pretty sure his brother wasn't too happy about it.

But that guy deserved it! He was talking crazy talk and carrying a knife and being all ... blood-covered in general.

oh right we can do subjects now, clearly I need more sleep

[could_be_dangerous]

Speaking of, fellow who might actually be more thick than you are broke into my house and tried to stab me. Garish hair, compulsive thief; friend of yours?

DW IS SO BEAUTIFUL

[onteamdyson]

... THAT UNBELIEVABLE DICK!

[First he steals her personal space thing, now he's ripping off the thievery? Oh no. This is not-- This shit has to stop. She's totally freakin' pouting.]

He's so not a friend. We have a point system and-- HEY! You just called me stupid! What the hell, Fluffy?

[Oh right, attempted stabbing.] Are you okay?

[noblexcompanion]

You could always pick up a hobby that doesn't involve the violent beating of things...

[onteamdyson]

It's not violent if it's musical! That just makes it art, Donna, jeeze. I am not genetically programmed for knitting!

[noblexcompanion]

You should take up bread making - kneading dough is a great way to work out frustrations and boredom.

[beenunmade]

Yanno, it's not our jobs to keep you entertained, Kenz. [ Clint shakes his head with an amused look on his face. ]

[onteamdyson]

Get me drums and you won't have to--

HEY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! If you don't come back, I'm gonna go upstairs and mess up all your stuff.

[beenunmade]

[ Well, he did practically ask for the third degree since he contacted her after all. ]

No one wants to hear you play drums, Phil needs his beauty sleep after all. [ He smirks a bit. ]

'm...on vacation. [ He's actually standing on top of the light house right now. ] 'll come back...not yet though.

[gloryisbullshit]

What the hell have you been doing that involves capes?

[onteamdyson]

Fighting evil and saving the day? Actually, there was only one cape. Mine is a real cape and KK's is just a towel, but we didn't have a lot of time to plan that shit.

[She shrugs]

... Wait a second, I'm pissed at you!

[gloryisbullshit]

No yer not. [He just waves at the camera. Don't be silly, you're not mad.] You tried getting kitchen pans? How about a, uh, one of those set-ups with the wine glasses?

[likely_evil]

[Sometime later after he's woken up and showered a bit]

I don't think you ever need to hit anything. Ever again.

[onteamdyson]

HEEEEEEEEY! You don't have brain damage! Awesome.

[She's so happy to see you, Sam!]

[likely_evil]

Thankfully, I don't. I just have a horrible headache. Probably from the baseball bat upside the head.

[porcelainpride]

Bad day?

[onteamdyson]

It's boring and quiet! Bad ... entire ... time we've been here. I don't even know how long it's been! I lost track after the second boring day! They're just running into a giant blob of nothing-to-do-but-get-eaten-by-something!

Can I just go home now?

[porcelainpride]

As soon as I figure out how to get home, you will be the first person I tell, darling.

[Sympathetic pouty-face.] I made holiday muffins? And I'm genuinely sorry that isn't a euphemism?

[plaidsamurai]

Why hit drums when you've got plenty of people around to spar with? [You get a video this time Kenz! Congrats!]

[onteamdyson]

People don't make an instantly gratifying loud sound when you hit them. They just whine like bitches.

[LOGAN! Okay, she is totally smiling a bunch. It's her hero.]

Are you saying you wanna fight me? My super powers still haven't come in yet.

[plaidsamurai]

Not 'fight', darlin'. Spar. Bonus for you is that you don't gotta hold back at all.

Promise I won't whine like a bitch.

[private]

[greenisnteasy]

Sure, I love hypothetical medicine. No strings attached.

What's up?

[private]

[onteamdyson]

Okay, hypothetically... if someone had some weird, possibly chemical or magical, reaction to some chemical or magical goo that was spreading up their arm, making it uber itchy and weird looking and gross in general, how would you fix it?

Amputation?

[She looks hypothetically worried.]

[greenisnteasy]

[Bruce listens, eyes growing wider, lips pursing.]

Sounds theoretically terrifying. Usually there are magical solutions to these things, right? Where'd you get the goo?

I mean, in theory.