CONVOY

[greatcleavage]

who: Everyone who wanted to come on the expedition Roy is arranging!
what: A community is failing. We're going to save them. ROLL OUT.
when: 4/10-4/12 (or thereabouts)
where: The Quarantine to the ravine and back again
warnings: ?



((OOC: No tag orders, they just keep threads from getting done. Feel free to NPC monsters or run with your own ideas! Also, sorry for how late this was, it was a bad week.))

Comments

[unmakeme]

If he's kidding, it's the kind of joke she doesn't find particularly funny, and now that Natasha knows he's around, he might find it a little difficult to shake her in the future. Perks of working for the Perimeter Guard - if he wants to head back out beyond the quarantine later, she can probably set it up so that she's notified. She hasn't tried it with anyone yet, but there's usually a way. She's still not amused.

"It's everyone's problem if you make a fuss. I've been on plenty of teams where not everyone could pull their weight. It never ends well."

[smokedout]

"You're kind of a stick in the mud, huh."

He tips his head, regarding her carefully. She's definitely not someone he'd want to fuck with... but not someone he could see himself getting on the same team with. She seems as set on being a good person as he is on making a mess. Which is a little disappointing... she seems too morally conscious for a catwoman-batman thing.

"If you got a problem with it, you're free to kill me. But you'll just be making extra work for everyone." And he's pretty sure she's not one to throw the first punch, when all he's doing is a middle school level of teasing.

[unmakeme]

"Not that much work. Beyond the perimeter, your body won't be an issue. One in the back of the head and toss you out. Pretty easy, really." If he wants to be shitty, Natasha can be shitty. She opens the door of the truck and hauls herself into the cab, familiarizing herself with the positioning. She doesn't expect she'll be driving. She's good behind the wheel, but far better with a gun. Of course, plans fall apart. It's what they do. Her contingencies have contingencies, because it comes to that more often that she likes to think about.

[smokedout]

"Ooh, very scary." He leans into the window rather than following her into the truck, watching her with some mocking, sarcastic form of a flirtatious smirk. "You are threatening an unarmed man who just signed up to be a driver, so he could get out and explore a bit. And all I did was crack a few shitty jokes. Maybe you're not as much of a hero as I thought."

If anything, he's just testing how far he can go before she actually attacks him.

[unmakeme]

"No. I'm threatening the jackass who's wondering if he can bring back a person to sell, and we've already been over this hero thing. You don't have to be a hero to not be total scum. There's a rich and varied middle ground. Roy? Hero." She hooks a thumb at Dodger. "Total scum." Then sweeps that hand to encompass herself. "Rich and varied middle ground." Granted, she's a hell of a lot closer to Dodger's end of the spectrum than she is to Roy's, but still.

She turns on the windshield wipers, and the powerful jets which she assumes spray like hoses in order to clear serious much off the windshield. The force is strong enough to splash water on Dodger, leaning half in the window the way he is.