011 || Sharon Carter || video || Day 58

[agentx13]

Carter here. I realize many, if not all of us, are waking up somewhat changed this morning. If it isn't too much trouble, could you contact me and tell me what you've turned into? Some of the creatures we're turning into are potentially dangerous, which means trouble down the road.

Thank you.

[ Private messages follow. ]

Bruce Banner
Are you available to help?

Natasha Romanoff
My door is closed for a reason. You and the Doctor stay out. Not that I think the Doctor will have much trouble with that anymore.

Comments

[reluctantsword]

I think I'm a satyr. Faun, maybe, if I'm supposed to go with the Roman name... Point is, I'm part goat. And unless I'm supposed to start chasing down nymphs, I doubt I'm much of a risk.

[Not that he would have... completely minded chasing down nymphs.]

[agentx13]

Remind me to ask you how you balance on hooves.

[ Satyrs are supposed to be good for sex, aren't they? Not that it matters, because Sharon isn't going to think about that. At all. Nope. ]

[reluctantsword]

[He grins.]

Very. Carefully.

[agentx13]

[ She grins back. ]

Anything I could help with? Do you need... what do satyrs eat?

[reluctantsword]

If I remember my classics properly... wine. Wine and nubile young ladies.

[He gives a laugh.]

I think I'll make out okay with regular food. I haven't had any burning desires to go out and graze.

[agentx13]

[ Her expression turns strange when he mentions "nubile young ladies," and aseconds pass before she speaks again. ]

Regular food is good. If you need anything, you know where to find me.

[reluctantsword]

[Maybe his humour needs some work? What was that expression? Maybe it was slightly off-colour, but it's classical mythology, after all.]

Sure. I don't think I'll need anything, but thanks for the offer.

[agentx13]

[ She nods briefly. ]

Anything I can do for you, let me help.

[ She cuts the feed with all the speed of someone turning off a nuclear bomb. Had her tone just now been sultry? Jesus Christ. She really couldn't trust herself at all, could she. A satyr. All because he looked like he had a nice chest. She groans and tries not to think of all the things she could do to that chest, instead burying her head in a pillow and trying to focus on whether or not she can asphyxiate herself. ]