009 ✫ Voice/Spam

[useofaswhat]

[Voice]

Just so y'all know, Nicole an' I'll get the boiler tonight. Do we got a dinner shift going here or are we fending for ourselves?

[Spam for Natasha]

[Sharing a room with Natasha might get a little awkward, but Mal has to admit that in an old-fashioned way it's a pretty nice one. There's a pair of double beds and a window looking out over an actual view, bleak and snowy though it might be. The place ain't exactly homey but for a stopover during a crash it's comfortable; at least there aren't any aliens this time. But funnily enough, whenever he looks outside he swears he sees Tracey's family graveyard on St. Albans.

Must be one of those times where looking out in the snow makes you see things. Mal shrugs his wool overcoat off and pushes the thought from his mind – he's got an inmate to deal with and a great amount to work through. That's far more important.]

Ladies first. Go ahead, pick your bunk.

Comments

[keepsthemsafe]

[It's the accent maybe that gets Shane's attention. Are you from home man? For his part he looks mighty at home and perhaps even more pleased then he was on the boat.]

Is there any food? [Fuck he's no Daryl Dixon but sure, he's magnanimous, no walkers so far but he can't shake the feeling that they're almost there and no Rick and Lori? Because that's what this place reminded him of, that lodge the man was fucking obsessed with back home, dragging Lori and Carl and sometimes Shane. It's a growing feeling.]

voice;

[buildindreemz]

Let me know if you see anything else down there. I'm kind of curious about it, but I also... don't... really like rats.

I'm a pretty terrible cook so I'm kind of hoping the shifts take over.

[Spam] god I am so so so sorry this took all day :C

[persuadeyou]

[Natasha valued her privacy, but she wasn't exactly shy; she'd shared rooms with Clint on missions plenty of times, and there was no way she trusted Mal as much as Barton, but she didn't distrust him, either.

Shrugging off her parka, she tossed it on the closest bed, closest to the door.]

The snow's picking up. [She nods toward the window, following one of his looks. At least she isn't seeing graves. Yet.] And of your planets get bad snow?