[001; video]

[earpiece]

[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.

Comments

[trainwrecked]

Sort of to which part?

[earpiece]

The being brought up to speed part.

This place is... a bit beyond just "sort of" confusing.

[trainwrecked]

I guess that's fair, it's pretty damn confusing.

But I'm sure Steve'll get you the information that we all have. If he doesn't... Sergeant Bucky Barnes. Will try to explain the rest.

[earpiece]

[Ah. Sergeant Barnes—Phil knows that name. He nods.]

I appreciate the offer, Sergeant.

[The but I'm not going to ask you anything right now, not until I talk to someone from my team part is left unsaid. In the meantime—]

It's nice to meet you.

[trainwrecked]

You can call me Bucky. Everybody does. [And those who don't might get a fight...]

Likewise, ... Mr. Coulson. [He heard that Steve called him Agent... but it's not how the guy introduced himself. There may be some reason, right?] And anytime. Think this place works better if us foreigners at least try to work together.

[earpiece]

Bucky, then. You can call me Phil.

[Here, Bucky. Have a wee smile.]

[trainwrecked]

[And an easy smile in return.]

Phil. Nice to meetcha.

So, which part of the bringing up to speed is still in the 'sort of' area?

[earpiece]

Um.

...I'm not totally sure. I think I just need some time to adjust. It's been kind of a rough day.

[trainwrecked]

Yeah, I hear that.

If you end up needing somebody to talk about, you know, other than the people you know, I was also on the boat of lots to adjust to, couple of months ago.