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.))

Comments

[theshield_agent]

It's Dungeons and Dragons, Kenzi. It's from before your fancy X-Box when we had to use pens and dice.

Why do you really know how to use a cross bow?

[onteamdyson]

Right. Okay, so I guess I don't have to worry about you out-cooling me at games.

We... live in a really bad neighbourhood? [It's KIND of the truth. She does want to tell Phil, but it's not likely that he'll believe her. Also, betraying Bo's big secret just because she's randomly in some crazy place that is most definitely NOT Toronto is kind of a shitty thing to do.]

Look... I'd tell you if I could, but I can't, so can we just leave it at the fact that I know how and I can help? I want to help. You don't have to trust me, just let me help.

[theshield_agent]

Alright. I guess we all have our secrets, right? Don't make me regret it, though.

[Honestly, who know what this is about. Phil's not entirely comfortable with it, but he figures he's not really comfortable with anything right now.]

Kenzi, when we get out of here, if you help us and you're in any kind of... legal trouble, I might be able to help you.

[onteamdyson]

You definitely won't regret it, I promise! Honestly it will probably never come up or even effect you but if it does... I'd totes spill, okay?

[Ha... no way. She laughs.]

What are you gonna do? Get me dipPHILomatic immunity? Just bring home some eggs if you can find 'em. I can manage edible omelettes and some toast.

[theshield_agent]

I have friends in pretty high places. Unless you've killed a world leader, I could probably get you out of whatever trouble you're in.

[He smiles. He's pretty sure it's some low-level crime and he's almost absolutely sure that she hasn't murdered or assassinated anyone.]

I'll bring eggs, though. Anything else?

[onteamdyson]

Nope. Not that I know of. [Ha.... haha. Right. Hasn't murdered-- anyone... Does it count if the guy was going to kill your bff's gf? That aside, Kenzi's kind of trouble didn't just disappear. Not without a little magic. She scratches at her arm absently, shaking the image a little.]

I appreciate that, big guy. Seriously. You just kinda let me follow you around, hang out at the house you claimed for your spy-dudes, and now this? Pretty sure I haven't done anything to deserve it yet. Just the eggs. We're good for now.

[theshield_agent]

You came with a crossbow. You're like a little action figure. I wasn't going to turn you out. If you're crazy enough to want to stay with us, you're welcome to.

[He laughs.] You've got to be insane, though.

[onteamdyson]

AHA! That's it! Your nerdness with your love of dungeons and dragons and stuff. That explains everything! I'm a collectible. It all makes sense now...

Also, psht. You guys aren't scary. Any sane person would be all over that opportunity. It's gotta be safer than living with the NOT expertly trained secret agents.

[theshield_agent]

Well, I have been known to collect a thing or two. [He laughs.] I'll see you at home, Kenzi.