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Bruce Banner | 003 | Video

Hi. again. So we've been here four days now, and echoing some other messages, I think it'd be a good idea to consolidate our knowledge. So far, what have we found out about our surroundings?

[He adjusts his glasses, and is clearly reading from some notes he's taken.]

About the cameras, we know that they're everywhere, and if you disable them, they're replaced pretty soon. We also know it's a terrible idea to try to dismantle them, and also not the best idea to sit up and wait for the repairman, unless you like being mysteriously incapacitated. In which case I guess this whole thing's probably like a party.

We're still having problems tracing the cameras back to their source, aren't we? I haven't had any luck there, at least.

Okay... Cameras, food -- that's replaced just as quickly as the broken cameras.

As far as ourselves, there's all kinds of us from all over, sometimes from alternate universes of each other, some from the future, some from the past. No pattern's been found in who was taken or why, at least not yet. Right? Anyone? Bueller?

Now. Surroundings. The people who lived here before us left in a hurry, and they seem like your typical people. Not really a correlation between them other than that they lived here. Has anyone else found out anything our island getaway, something they'd like to share with the class?

Oh, and one more thing. [He tugs his glasses off, turning his focus back to the communicator.] It seems like it'd be a good idea to pool our knowledge in other ways -- like cooking, or swimming, or... [Self-defense? Probably a not a good idea to suggest that one, but he's thinking it anyway.] Anything else. I'm offering myself up; I'm no five star chef, but I can at least make something out of what seems like nothing and am happy to help.

Um... [He presses his lips together, and then nods.] Banner... out.

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War movies? [He grins.]

Yeah, it started there, but then became a life lesson. After a while ramen stops seeming like food and more like torture.

Smartass. Everyone knows that's pretty much my signature sign off phrase. [But she's grinning right back. Damn his sass! It's infectious.]

Did you ever discover the rare delicacy that is five-day-old pizza?

I don't know what you're talking about. I distinctly added this slight inflection to my voice. The sign offs are completely different. [And now Ice Ice Baby will be stuck in his head, but he's grinning too.]

That delicacy isn't as rare as you claim. Also, even more motivation to learn how to work the oven.

Give it up, Bruce! It's obvious you wanna be cool like me. You can admit it. I'll even let you have it because I'm such a kind and generous person.

[She raises an eyebrow, smirking wider.]

I happen to know my way around an oven. I may be a little rusty... [Really rusty. And she actually doesn't know her way around an oven. That con as a caterer didn't actually end with her absorbing any knowledge whatsoever. It did end in payment, though, so overall a success.]

We should do like... some potluck brainstorming session or something. Everyone makes something, we all get together to talk about ways to get out of here, everyone eats delicious food. There is literally no downside. Also, are you busy? Because I'm totally coming over. Clear your schedule.

I do want to be cool like me. You caught me. [He pulls a face, looking sheepish.] That means I'm uncool now, right? No one who tries to be cool is ever cool -- at least, that's what the media taught me.

That is an excellent idea, and oh. Okay. [He glances around quickly, but the place isn't too bad.]

I'll reschedule my appointments.

I think the meta realization that you're uncool when you're trying to be cool negates the trying and just leaves you with cool. [Cool cool cool.]

Of course it is, It came from my impressively awesome brain. [So modest. She grins. ]

Seriously? Alright then. See you soon!

[Like... really soon. They are neighbours after all. Kenzi heads over and is knocking on the door minutes later.]

[Bruce and Kenzi in the moooooorning.

He shuffles over to the door and pulls it open for her, and he has a smile. In India, and other places he ran off to, he was careful not to get too close to anyone or let them in too much, but here he figures not only is that semi impossible, it's also the number one way to seem suspicious, not just mysterious and shy. So he's here and letting her in even as some part of him is uncomfortable with it, but he won't let it show.]

Sorry, I seem to have left my Commodore 64 back home. There's not much over here by way of entertainment, if that's what you're looking for.

[Kenzi's used to be suspicious of unsuspicious people anyway, so it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway. As of right now, she's willing to give him a shot. More than willing, actually. He seems kind of standoffish and possibly uber lonely. Which is why she smiles as she steps through the door and pulls a pie from behind her back.]

It's okay. I brought a pie. I didn't make it and it's not poison. We hypothetically tested the other ones, remember? This is apple. Probably safe. Am I rambling again? I've been doing that a lot lately what with the severe lack of technology.

[Did her eye just twitch? Probably. Kenzi is bored. VERY bored. So bored, in fact, that a Commodore 64 actually sounds fun for about three seconds. Gross. The speed-talking continues.]

My bff is pretty much dating a doctor and so far you seem way more likable so I'm just gonna chill with you for a while as long as you promise not to pull any needles on me. Deal?!

Oh, no. No needles. [He shakes his head... and then...] Not on your first visit.

[He grins slyly and gestures to the back of the house.]

Kitchen's that way. I have some ice cream, not vanilla; it's Snickers, I think, but that counts, right?

Heh-... haha. What a relief...

[He better be joking. BRUCE, YOU BETTER BE JOKING! Oh. Sly grinning, okay. Jokes.]

Snickers ice cream? That shit is way too good for pie. That must be eaten separately or not at all! Possibly also worshiped... I'm not sure yet.

[She heads in the direction of the kitchen to set the pie down, and naturally starts looking around as she wanders.]

How many bedrooms you got in here? Looks smaller than ours. [Ha. Ours. Like she's actually part of the group. Not even.]

[Jokes! And Bruce has impeccable bedside manner, don't worry, Kenzi.]

Two. I'm, ah, I'm planning to clear the other one out. I just haven't gotten around to it yet.

[And he can't decide if he wants to or doesn't want to. He smiles through it.]

If you set up an altar to the ice cream, don't make it too big. And avoid electronics. I'm probably going to gut some of those.

Which one is it? I'll help out. For a small fee... which will be discussed later... and will likely involve the holy ice cream.

[She went back out into the hall and and opened the first door she saw. Privacy? Personal space? Boundries? What are these things?]

[Oh, she -- oh. That's a little annoying, as Bruce cultivates his privacy where he can, but he can't exactly yell at her to get out. He's trying not to draw attention to himself for the most part, and being angry would draw attention. He drifts after her, sliding his hands into his pockets. Of course she goes for the baby room first. The baby room that's mostly untouched, aside from some obvious attempts at putting things away. Toys in a box by the bottom of the dresser, some posters and decorations taken off the walls and put into a box.

The crib's untouched, though; even the blankets are still rumpled, and the teddy bear hasn't yet been put with the other toys.

He doesn't say anything, just hangs back behind her, watching her to see how she reacts.]

[That ...

Now she gets it.

Quietly, she lets her gaze drift over the objects in the room before nodding slowly and just closing the door. Shit just got that much more real. Whatever happened to these people... they weren't just adults and teens and people that could take care of themselves. They probably didn't even stand a chance. They probably didn't make it out alive.

She's quiet a moment longer before slowly backing towards the kitchen, then it's like someone flips a switch and she turns around, moving to stand next to the counter with a forced smile.]

Do you know any cool kitchen-stuff experiments that end in fire or explosions? Or are you just strictly lab-science? We could get you a lab! We could totally get you a lab. And if you get lonely or whatevs, you know you can come chill at our house, right? I don't really see the others much, but Phil is totes cool.

[That was weird, but it oddly went better than he expected. He was ready, braced, to deal with some kind of discussion about it, but... The way she just absorbed, shut the door, and moved on speaks volumes about her; he could tell however she interpreted the room, it was a blow for her, but okay. They're not going to talk about it; talking about it isn't going to make it any better, so time to talk about other things.]

I do actually know of kitchen-stuff experiments that involve fire. [And end in the extinguishing of said fire.] I'm looking into cobbling a lab together in the office. At the moment it's mainly where I keep my work stuff.

Thanks for the offer. [He smiles before he starts looking for the baking soda.] Phil is totes cool. So's Clint, for that matter.

Oooooh sweet! If you have a lab, you're probably gonna need a lab assistant. I nominate myself-- wait. Do you have to pass some kind of safety test? Because I'm really not good at those...

[The grin becomes a little more real.]

Anytime. And yeah, I guess hot archer guy's okay. If you're into totally hilarious dudes with giant arms and a freaking BOW! it's AWESOME!

If we were somewhere with the internet, I would make you watch the greatest safety video of all time. [He tilts his head.] Actually, maybe we should reenact it.

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