13613/That Terminal Feeling

That Terminal Feeling
Date of Scene:	21 December 2022
Location:	Hall of Heroes
Synopsis:	Brick meets MJ and is as charming a gentleman as she has ever met.
Cast of Characters:	Brick Bardo, Mary Jane Watson

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Brick Bardo has posed:
     Waiting. It was driving Bardo crazy as the miniature alien man was set not on the floor but on a small table set between two chairs. Like a man at the hospital waiting to hear about his wife in labor he's pacing that table too back and forth all while smoking, no doubt a violation of several building codes though given the fact his cig was less than a quarter inch long nobody seemed to take notice. Of course he's not waiting for news on a child but rather on his spaceship undergoing repairs, his head snapping up whenever anyone in a uniform passes close.

     "Hey bud any..." but nobody even seems to notice him as they hurry by on their duties, one tiny wayward alien not exactly a hot button issue in the Hall of Heroes, and the sight and sound of him easily missed anyway. Which kept adding to his frustration, each unintentional blow-off getting his face a bit redder and prompting him to remove the cig only to take a swig from a flask instead.

     "If someone doesn't start giving me answers soon I'm gonna find some," he grumbles threateningly under his breath.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Soemone has noticed him. That is an average sized redhead over in a SHIELD duty uniform. "HEy, did you get hit by Pym Particles?" She would inquire. "You seem kind of too big to be one of them though." THe redhead would consider over and tap on her chin. "Err.. Hi." She would offer, waving a hand down at him.
    How exactly she had notice dhim and picked him out with everything giong on would be somewhat questionable. Over on her back would be a very, very large sheathed broadsword. Also at her side would be a standard issue SHIELD Needlegun.

Brick Bardo has posed:
     It was the second bombshell of a woman to address him since he crashed on the planet even if this one was shorter Brick thought...which still made her the size of a 14 story building by comparison or so. He stops his pacing to glare up at the redhead, little puffs of smoke emanating from his lips a moment or so before he plucks the cigarette from his mouth and flicks a microscopic amount of ash on the table. "No I didn't get hit by any Pimp Articles, what is that some sex trafficking thing your planet has? Listen up sweetcheeks, I am an Arcturan sheriff in pursuit of a very dangerous individual and every minute your supposed tech boys here waste picking their noses back there instead of fixing my spaceship he's probably killing someone's pet for a laugh," he retorts with angry jabs of his finger here and there, marching up to the table's edge as if he was trying to get in her personal space. Something that worked better against people of his own size. When he wasn't stuck up on a table. And his voice didn't slightly resemble a cartoon chipmunk to those around him.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would go to cross her arms while lgancing down at himl, "ALl right, so do you have any particular identification and proof of jurisdiction that is recognized by extra-galactic authorities then?" She would inquire. "I can ask for a database search for confirmation if you can provide me with something to confirm with. Do you have credentials for Shi'Ar space? Kree? Are you a known entity to the Green Lantern Corps? Kree Accusers?" She would list things off. "Just I'm sure that you'll need to provide those as well as what evidence leads you to believe that your quarry is on this planet,and an appropraite warrant depending on your jurisdiction."

Brick Bardo has posed:
     Bureaucratic paperwork. He was getting called out on it even here. Back on his homeplanet Brick had been rather lax at the best of times about such things. And now he was getting it on an alien world? His face turns just a smidge redder. "Listen Red, until yesterday I didn't know there WAS an extra-galactic anything. My ship isn't supposed to be able to jump across the galaxy! The numbnut I was chasing blasted us both here with some gizmo he tried to kill me with, and my EVIDENCE is I watched him flying down towards your planet with his ship in not much better shape than mine after he got caught in the blast too. And the only warrant I need is right here," Brick declares opening his coat a moment to reveal the world's tiniest most adorable looking revolver before he lets his coat shut again.

     Another pull on his cig and then he drops it on the table, stubbing it out under his boot. "Now why don't you get me an update on how long till my ship is fixed before I gotta march myself back there and get them myself?" he demands in a manner that indicates he's used to bullying his way into getting answers.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would go to tap over at her arm, "Well, then in that case while I odn't speak for anyone up the chain of command, that implies it's just your word against whomever you're chasing that they did something wrong. Do you have a warrant? Some sort of legal documentation or evidentiary confirmation of them? Just as I do feel that it's a fair request for the local planetary authorities to confirm that you're not a bounty hunter of any sort and that the charged individual has been charged with fleeing by a legitimate governmental entity or something permitted to allow off planet pursuit." Mary Jane glances down at it. "It looks like you have the safety off, Sir, and the gun is loaded and tucked into your pants pocket."

Brick Bardo has posed:
     "Of course it's loaded! And why would I keep the safety on? That's just one more step if I need to use it in a life or death situation. What do you want my damn badge? I already told you I'm lost here, I don't even know if I'll be able to find my way back to my planet or if I'm stuck with you bunch of overgrown apes here. Everyone stomping around so loud I can barely think," complains Brick rubbing at his forehead though he suspects his real headache is the redhead.

     "You know what you ain't gonna help I'll go find it myself!" he suddenly announces as he leaps off the endtable, landing neatly on the floor without incident and making to walk around MJ towards where he'd seen them wheeling his ship back towards presumably a mechanic's bay of some sort.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would glance down at the gun, "Sir, while I can appreciate your enthusiasm to pursue your quarry, but given you're outside of your own jurisdiction some proof is generally permitted by intergalactic law." She would note, dryly. "Also, Sir, it appears that your gun's trigger is caught on your pants loop and if you attempt to draw it in any way it will go off." She would note helpfully down at him.
    Watching him head towards the mechanics area and shrug, stepping out of the way, "So I might suggest you try and free the weapon and put the safety on while you do so, Sir. It would be highly undignified for a law enforcement officer to have a bullet wound in that portion of the anatomy."

Brick Bardo has posed:
     Brick pauses in his steps as the towering agent moves aside even if she does still loom over him enough that he's literally in her shadow. Was his gun stuck or was she just messing with him? Clearing his throat he moves both hands down and makes a show as if he's just adjusting his belt without addressing her words. Crisis averted as it were he snaps his head back and gives an imperious tilt of his chin. "Don't you go worrying your pretty little head over me. My anatomy can take a..." Brick pausing in his very obvious innuendo as he looks over his shoulder and measures up how heavy MJ's boots looked if she decided to stomp him, his eyes craning back to look up at her. "Well, nothing is going off early anyway!" he declares before he carries on towards the mechanic bay doors...and then stands there awkwardly, the automatic door sensors not recognizing something as small as him as a person. Again he looks back at her, then up at the door, awkwardly hopping and waving his arms to no avail.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would glance down over at him and just slowly smile, "Don't worry Sir, let me." She would go to hold her hand over in front of the door to make sure that it would open. Then she would go to step through after making sure to step out of the way so he could walk on through.. Then she would head in as well, which would likely trigger the door sensor to close it while no one was in the way as she would head along in further.

Brick Bardo has posed:
     The sound that comes from Brick is perhaps inaudible to Mary Jane's ears, maybe. For anyone with good enough hearing though it's quite the elongated growling noise from his clenched mouth as she makes a show of opening the door for him and waving him on through. After an extended pause complete with clenching and unclenching of fists he finally gets out a strangled, "THANK you," mouthing the words as if they're a curse before he starts his way down the hall in search of where his spaceship had been taken, about to make some poor mechanic's day a whole lot worse. Or trigger an outright security alarm if things went bad enough.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
There are the occasional other, stranger things here. Whether they're aliens, pets, or other sorts of entities that flitter about the place. In the case of Brick, as he gets well ahead of Mary Jane, it's some sort of alienoid black feline. That has a great many eyes. And several tentacles for limbs. And it's floating along after him now with a -hiss-.

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Brick Bardo has posed:
     "Oh my gods I hate this planet!" hollers Brick who takes off at a surprisingly speedy run for someone with such short legs, slipping under the nearest doorframe and getting lost into who knows what with the alien feline in pursuit.