001 | Phil Coulson | [Audio]

[theshield_agent]

This is Phil Coulson. In an effort to keep organized and assess the situation, I'd like to try to get a rundown of everyone here. If I could get everyone to check in with me and let me know what sort of skills they might have, I would really appreciate that. Anything from medical knowledge to combat to cooking or carpentry could be useful and I would love some help with all this clerical stuff.

I'll be in the general store taking inventory if you prefer that to these communicators.


((ooc note: He is compiling a list that will be shown to other characters.))

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[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

I'm Elle Bishop. Do you have clothes in the general store in my size because there's nowhere to really go shopping here? [And she isn't sure she can get away with breaking into places. She's not sure who's on the other side of the cameras.]

[theshield_agent]

I don't really see any clothes, but there were clothes in the house I'm staying in. If you can't find any on your own, I can try to help you find some.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm still wearing the crap stuff I was buried in or whatever. Or- I don't know. The stuff I woke up in, though, and it's itchy, and it smells.

Can I get a delivery on that, maybe? I'll give you my measurements...

[C'mon, Forehead Man. Elle's come back from the dead. Pity her, you bastard.]

[theshield_agent]

No, but you can come get it from me if you can't find anything on your own. I'll be home in a few hours. The house closest to the lighthouse.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle sulks.] Fine.

[NOT FINE. Why won't anyone take pity on her? She has been killed, or something, thank you very much. And she doesn't like wearing these fug clothes! There is something deeply, deeply wrong with a universe that makes her wear this crap. DEEPLY. WRONG.]

[UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH.]

[theshield_agent]

[Phil has also apparently been killed, so he's not feeling the pity just now.]

I'll see you later, Elle.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Hours later, there's a knock at the door, and Elle looks around the front of the building. She can hear the sea, and she hugs herself. Fucking sea. Fucking beaches. Fuck all of that. Even if the lighthouse is pretty cool. Wait. No. Fuck the lighthouse. Sylar's probably alive and shacking up with Claire freaking Bennet, and they're both laughing at her. Or maybe he's with Peter Petrelli. Whatever. He isn't here, and she's stuck here, and he killed her or something, and that's how she wound up in this ugly sackcloth of a dress, and oh yeah. IT IS UGLY. And she's hungry and grumpy, which doesn't help anything.]

[theshield_agent]

[Phil comes to the door a minute or two later.]

What can I do for you, V--not Veronica. [Or are there two Veronicas?]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Elle. [She points to herself.] You said you had clothes I could have.

[Who the fuck was Veronica?]

[theshield_agent]

Right! Come on in.

[He starts to lead her towards one of the unused bedrooms.]

Do you have a younger sister?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

No. [She follows behind him, squirming in her shift.] I'm an only child. Why?

[theshield_agent]

You just remind me of someone.

[He pushes the closet open.]

Anything you want in here is yours.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Her first thought is to hug him and tell him that she'll kill him last, but then she's distracted by the clothes. And the bed covers. And the cute little lamp. And then she's jumping in and looking through everything.]

It looks so real! Did someone actually live here? I mean, seriously. It looks like something off of TV.

[theshield_agent]

Honestly? I have no clue, but it all seems pretty lived-in. I hope it's close to your size.

[It's certainly all useless to him and it doesn't look like Kenzi's style.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle's movements slow until she's standing stock-still, her head turned to stare at him.]

I'm not going to live here, you know. I mean, you could be Hannibal Lector or one of those Addams Family people.

[Her knowledge of popular macabre figures is obviously limited, nor does she seem particularly threatened by him, even now. She's just a little more paranoid than the average bear.]

[theshield_agent]

That's probably smart. I very well could be.

[He's still a little worried about Kenzi's sense of self-preservation here...]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Riiiiiiiiiight. [She frowns and pulls one of the pillowcases off a pillow.]

You can go. I'll be done and out of your hair in no time.

[theshield_agent]

I'll be in the living room if you need anything.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Sure. [Her tone says that she can't possibly care less. She's already eying things to take, and within half an hour, she's already lugging one pillowcase out and toward her place. Whoever had lived in that room had been a bit of a slut, and Elle was going to take full advantage. After all, the previous occupant had been a sexy slut.]

Be right back! And don't touch that other bag! I'll be right back.

[theshield_agent]

[He laughs from the couch, but otherwise just keeps working on his notes.]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[She brings the bag, er, pillowcase back several moments later, refilling it before taking both of them back with her.]

Thanks! Bye!

[Clothes! Yay!]