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[notin]

So. You think you know what makes me tick. And you want to send me somewhere with. Shape-shifting people and sometimes zombies. And worse to come.

Right.

There's no way for you to let me go back to my boring geeky... actual-employment things, is there.

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[twice_lost]

[an English woman offers Felicity a cup of tea]

Unfortunately, once you're in this sort of situation, the choice seems to be either going to a place where one is attacked by monsters on a regular basis, or mouldering in headspace.

(((ooc: cool to see an Arrow muse, I've been pondering making a Felicity or a Laurel account at some point)))

[notin]

Thank you, tea is actually... very nice.

She has any number of people who are neither, actually. They may get thrown at really random situations, sometimes, but they can usually go home in-between. Or something like it. They can keep an eye on what is happening.


ooc: Hee! :) That's because them ladies are awesome!

[twice_lost]

[slides the cream and sugar over]

Ah, yes. [has her own cup of tea, which she sips] Reconnaissance, as it were.

This one tends to pull us from points where our adventures end, at least for the time being from our point of view, so seldom sends us home. There are always exceptions, I suppose.

[notin]

[Felicity shakes her head. She may put a lot of cream and some sugar in her coffee, but tea - well, you only get part of the taste with those.]

Sort of? Except for her it's more in the 'playing,' not the gathering of data for future exploits.

Is it good company?

[twice_lost]

In my mun's headspace? Apart from the Hong Kong agent who would likely kill me given the slightest excuse, [conveniently leaves out the reasons why] and the Scottish woman with a tail who threatens to stab everyone, it's lovely. The cyborg schoolteacher is especially sympathetic.

I do feel a tad out-gunned, however. My job more involves making tea than field combat.

Oh, forgive my manners. My name is Wendy Earhart.

[notin]

Oh, that's - that's all right. Felicity Smoak. Though you mun might have let you know about that part already.

And I sure understand about outgunned. I mean, there's a ten-eleven-year-old here who's more experienced than me in everything. ... almost everything, I mean. But I'm not the only one outclassed, and there are a few here who'll make sure nobody gets killed, or nobody who can't defend ourselves gets killed, so I think I'm good.

Cyborg schoolteacher sounds so cool, though.

[twice_lost]

[]her face goes a bit funny at hearing about the experienced 11 year old. Her tone is almost... guilty] Yes, well, some children are forced to grow up fast... [firms her jaw] An unfortunate by-product of the sort of world most of us are forced to live in.

But ah yes, she is lovely. The schoolteacher. She... reminds me of the... better parts of an old friend of mine. And handles her special abilities far more responsibly. [half smile] I used to regret not having special "powers." Sometimes I wonder if I'd be worthy of the responsibility, though.

[notin]

Hey. Not your fault, all right? We can only try to make things better for those we can reach. That's all.

And, no, thanks, about superpowers. I mean, it's usually the same choices you get to make, about being a decent person, but those with superpowers tend to be a target way more often.