Chapter 34: Mistaken Identities

[kurff]

DNA and tactile make sense. to make sure no goons use them, Blink thought a moment. with a second gear check and checked her suits. It was still weird to be in one dimension for so long.

"Gotchya, Hawk. I'll be careful." she nods. Kate Bishop? who is that and should I ask? Once Cap spoke answered him,"20 minutes, understood." and makes her way to the quin jet once ready.

[Mierin]

Gabby grins at F.R.I.D.A.Y's response and thinks. 'I like your enthusiasm!' After a pause, she thinks 'I was also thinking F.R.I.D.A.Y is a clunky name - got any names you are cool with being called that are easier for my player to type?' Gabby isn't familiar with any of the names on the team so she doesn't make any commentary for the moment and simply goes with the flow.

[yendorj]

Unless something's said, Logan shows up in his usual off duty attire, jacket, jeans, boots.

[dakota]

The Quinjet was loaded in fifteen, and over the Atlantic already by twenty minute schedule Cap had set

Clint had sat down next to Blink. Once they were airborne, he had retreived a mostly empty quiver from his gear. "All right, if you're going to do this, we're going to do it safely. I won't have you blowing someone up by accident by grabbing the wrong arrow, unless it's Logan. No, not even Logan." Clint smirked, looking across the aisle before he started to teach Felicia how to tell the different arrows apart and have her put them in the spare quiver organized how she wanted them. There were a couple he skipped and left in his quiver without explanation

After a moment there was a thump against the back of Logan's seat, followed by Tabitha apologizing as she passed his seat, "Sorry, Erik was just stretching out a bit."

"Why not just take out all the dots and just call me Friday?" Gabby's new sidekick suggested. "Most of the name's Mr. Stark used were when he was grumpy and not really nice to repeat. Who's your player? And what are they typing, ohh are you a writer?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked. "Oh, will they know and write about me too?"

Cap's train of thought was interrupted by the copilot seat moving and Tabitha slipping into it. "Penny for your thoughts Boss?You look like something's bothering you." She smiled, "Or just tired like everyone else? Hope you don't mind company, Eric is asleep already." She grinned

[doc]

Cap took a moment to recollect himself. Snap out of it, old man. This team needs you right now. "I was just realizing that I've never much interacted with Captain Britain; due to my history I've mostly associated with Union Jack and Spitfire. I am hoping he doesn't see it as some kind of personal slight. I just guess there hasn't been much opportunity over the years."

[yendorj]

Grunts when his seat is kicked but doesn't turn around or scowl.

[kurff]

"Okay so combat arrows in one spot, and place them by type so I know where it is to grab in combat safely. That should work. Hmm that identification is like braille. so they can Id'd by contact. Nice. Okay that should sort them out. The others left out are explosive and a dangerous type I am guessing? Not using them is probably a wise until I get used to the non- or less lethal arrows first." she adds with grin. It was a smart move since they would perform differently than standard arrows. wieght was a big factor in how they release from a bow.

"so is X-Calibre an X-men affiliate mainly or do they like us work for the local governments? and Cap, with so many teams we can't know them all personally. Heck, there are avengers teams we have never met or will meet. Like the Arctic and Antarctic Avengers branch. Though a tiny Captain america-like Penguin tossing a tiny shield would be adorable." she asks slightly adjusting her quiver.

America's Penguin!

[Mierin]

Gabby shrugs at the voice in her head. "Sure, Friday is fine." At the questions, Gabby shakes her head. "You wouldn't know her and no, she's not a writer. At least, she doesn't think she is. I, however, am a prolific fanfic writer. You can find my stories on any fanfic board under Gabbywritesfanfic! I think you'll enjoy it."

[dakota]

"I'm sure whoever this other captain is, if he's half as busy as you are, he'll understand." Tabitha smiled, "If it's any consolation, with all our dimension hopping and insane messes with the Exiles, II don't think we've ever crossed paths with this Excalibur team either, so it's all first impressions. Maybe we should leave Clint and Felicia on the quinjet long enough for first impressions to be formed?" She chuckled.


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"Excal is an independent group kind of like us but based in England. A couple of them have X-Men connections, in fact Betsy might still technically be part of the X-Men, Logan can fill you in on that.” Clint replied, glancing over at Wolverine. “How does that work?”

He pulled out his quarrel. “Okay, crash course. If it doesn’t have anything, it’s just a normal arrow.
Otherwise, “ Clint continued into a longer than expected lesson on the four types of arrows he left for her, standard, explosive, emp and tracking and how to identify them by look and feel. “ Anything else is my department.”

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“I read mostly technical manuals when I download something new.” Friday replied, “Either how something new works or how to blow something up. What’s a fan fic?”

[kurff]

"Here that, Hawk-eye? we seem to be labeled as bad diplomats." she grins, "If I remember my X-men team from the old days we did not have a team called 'Excalibur' though some people you mentioned were on my Earth. Mags did not talk about the various allies, human or mutant, he had. With Shadow King as Apoc's lead interrogator 'Need to know' was an absolute rule to live and die by." she visibly shivered but continued, "I would think Cap and some X-men might be good first contacts. X-men have a habit of being social. The rest of us can be alert for any bamf's or other possible threats?"

"Thanks for the arrow lessons, I'll be careful." she nods to the archer. 'explosive, emp and tracking are some options I can use' the mutant thinks as she re-adjusts the quiver.

[doc]

Cap manages to repress a smirk. "We'll need to see. Hopefully we can figure out the connection between Nightcrawler and our late night visitors. We'll be there soon. Are you alright?" Cap added, his face neutral. He didn't want to seem like he was prying into the personal lives of any of his teammates, but he knew Tabitha had her own hangups and wanted to make sure her head was in the game.

[yendorj]

"Penguin with a shield. Couldn't be any stranger than a frog with a hammer. Betsy? Yeah, pretty much once an X-Man, always an X-Man."

[Mierin]

Gabby brightens when Friday asks about fan fiction. "It's great! You get to write stories about your favourite characters in books, movies or video games!" When Friday mentions reading manuals about blowing things up, Gabby asks, "Can you send some my way! My player takes forever to post sometimes and I could use something to read while I wait! Always good to know many ways to blow stuff up!"

[dakota]

(Quinjet, Over the Atlantic)

"Me?" Tabitha seemed a bit off guard when Cap posed his question. "I'm good. Maybe a little tired from getting up so early." She replied with shrug and looked over at the their team leader, and could tell he could see right through her. She sighed, "I hate when you look at me like that. Reminds me of how Uncle Mikhail could read me too. Can we talk about it some other time, maybe somewhere alone?"


Friday made a funny buzz. "Consider me your personal training manual depository. I can pull up whatever you want to read any time you want to put me on, I will be your personal interactive reading mask." Friday made the odd buzz again, and Gabby thought it sounded like an attempt at a giggle.


Light snores behind Logan began to get louder. "Hate to say it, but Eric has the right idea. The time change is gonna cost us four hours sleep. I'm gonna try to grab a power nap too, in case things get hairy." Clint said, leaning his seat back and pulled a pair of ear plugs from his pocket.

(OOC- unless anything pertinent, I'll skip ahead to landing next post)


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(London England)

"I don't know what to tell you Simon." his agent replied groggily on the other end of the cell phone. "I only found out an hour ago the film was cancelled, something about the studio pulling the plug on the director. I'll hunt around and find out more, and try to find you something else. Are you staying there for a bit or jumping the next flight home?"

As Simon Williams stood in front of a locked up studio, a land rover stopping at intersection grabbed his attention, or rather the unmistakable features of the passenger in the back seat did. Kurt Wagner looked at Simon and smiled as he lowered his window, "Simon? What a pleasant surprise, what on Earth are you doing in London?"

The front window lowered and another familiar faces smiled, "I thought Heathrow had some sort of standards? Hello Simon." Betsy Braddock asked with a smile.

[exwrestler]

"Uh...Looks like I'll be staying a while Sid. I'll be in touch."

He hung up the call and stepped over to the car window.

"Well I was doing Archon VII: Return of the Sorcerer but that seems to be a  dead issue now."

"What brings you here? Excalibur business?"