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[001; video]
[When the video feed clicks on, anyone paying attention will be treated to the image of a man who looks wildly uncomfortable. He's dressed in local clothes—his options were change into the garb generously offered or sit in the bloody, wet suit that just happened to be his favorite and is now instead draped across the back of his chair and probably ruined forever along with most of his other stuff—and is wearing an expression that's a curious mix of frustrated and tired and dazed. Like he knows what's going on, but can't quite believe it.
He rubs his face before speaking, shoulders rising and falling with an inaudible sigh. Without fully raising his gaze to meet the camera, he says:]
My name is Phil Coulson. I just—
[He hesitates, thinking. How is he supposed to approach this? "Hi, I just died, it's nice to meet you all here in this afterlife I wasn't expecting?" Bright blue eyes flicker toward the keyboard, then dart back up, this time focusing directly on the lens.]
I arrived here a little while ago.
[And there it is, the versatile, thin-lipped little smile that those who know him already know so well. This time, it's meant to convey something akin to appreciation toward those who helped him, but it looks a bit pained. He's not sure he can help that.
Because, you know, his back is killing him. Pun completely intended.]
Just thought I would say hello.
He rubs his face before speaking, shoulders rising and falling with an inaudible sigh. Without fully raising his gaze to meet the camera, he says:]
My name is Phil Coulson. I just—
[He hesitates, thinking. How is he supposed to approach this? "Hi, I just died, it's nice to meet you all here in this afterlife I wasn't expecting?" Bright blue eyes flicker toward the keyboard, then dart back up, this time focusing directly on the lens.]
I arrived here a little while ago.
[And there it is, the versatile, thin-lipped little smile that those who know him already know so well. This time, it's meant to convey something akin to appreciation toward those who helped him, but it looks a bit pained. He's not sure he can help that.
Because, you know, his back is killing him. Pun completely intended.]
Just thought I would say hello.
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[a beat] Hi. You look kinda rough.
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Thanks.
It's been kind of a rough day, so.
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[It's casual sort of question, one that only really requires a yes or no, she's not going to pry.]
I'm serious about the nap, though. Most of us would've been smart to take one before jumping on the computer.
[Her tones implies that she's including herself in that]
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[After was pretty ridiculous, too, but the "before" totally wins out on this one.]
I understand. I'm just not the napping type.
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[Have a faux suspicious look, because everyone likes naps, clearly you are lying, Coulson] Maybe they should just put on a pot of coffee for us before we show up.
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That would be nice, yeah.
Do people tend to show up here in rough shape?
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Seems to be kind of a theme, and I don't think the dunk in the ocean and six hour cart ride from hell really helps matters.
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...they're usually trash can-shaped, though.]
So that happens to everyone?
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How long have you been here, miss?
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A little over five weeks now. [a beat] God, I totally hadn't realized it'd been that long, and I haven't even been here since the start.
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Which was... when?
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Ten weeks, give or take a few days, since the first non-kedan showed up on Tu Vishan.
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Phil's not quite sure what to do with that information, though.]
How many of us are there?
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[Bruce has counted, but she's not going to share that so easily]
I'd say at least thirty, though? Maybe more, I don't know if everyone uses the consoles.