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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[theshield_agent]

[Phil actually pauses and bothers to use video for this.]

You... you slapped me before. You remembered me.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[She looks mildly amused.]

I was not myself. [Not an apology, but the best she's going to give really.]

Sharon brought me up to speed, as far as trying to figure out how to delegate responsibilities between you and her.

[A small lift in her lips, not quite a smile, but a ghost of one.]

I take no issue with reporting to either of you, however you see fit.

[theshield_agent]

So, you're from her world? With the balder me?

[That explains some things, but not... she'd remembered him. They'd hugged and she's remembered things. Something isn't right and he's going to figure out what it is.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

You're looking for people with skills. What exactly do you need done? And when...

[Side stepping the questions thank you sir.]

[theshield_agent]

[Which pretty much answers that question, agent.]

She and I are both already aware of your skill set. One of us will let you know.

[He paused for a moment.] So you forgive me?

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[A nod.] I will be waiting.

[A pause.]

It was not your fault, I have no reason not to forgive you. It could have been anyone of us.

[A lie tangled up in lie, wrapped with deceit. Whatever. Whatever. She's nothing if not well trained.]

Sharon corrected my issues. I was not myself.

[theshield_agent]

[Well, that's just too damn easy.]

Right, well, that was nice of Agent Carter.

Let's just keep that whole thing to ourselves, then.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[Not everything is as easy as it appears on the surface.]

I might disagree, I think she enjoyed it a bit too much, but at least...I'm substantially more stable. Or relatively so...

[theshield_agent]

[Stable would be nice. Stable implies he won't get shot at again.]

She hit you over the head? I hear that fixes a lot of problems lately.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

And a bit more, but yes... it seems it does correct quite a bit. Cognitive calibration, is a much more.. professional explanation.

[theshield_agent]

Sure, if you want to sugarcoat it.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

Or make it appear more necessary and less like something enjoyable.

[theshield_agent]

You don't think I enjoyed hitting Barton? [He really hadn't, but joking is one of his favorite defense mechanisms.]

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

I enjoy hitting Barton. [She raises a brow with a touch of amusement.] Not so sure Barton enjoys it.

[theshield_agent]

You're way off. If he didn't like concussions, he wouldn't get so many.

[owe-him-a-debt.livejournal.com]

[Laughs.]

Okay. You got me there, because that makes perfect sense.

[She shakes her head a moment before continuing.]

I should go. You know how to contact me if you need me.

[theshield_agent]

Yeah, I've got you.

[Okay, maybe things aren't as strange as he'd thought.]