MASK OR MENACE IC CONTACT

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"Hey, it's Kate. Leave a message."

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[runningstart]

[what the heck is the reflective thing] So like, should we be discussing how legally ambiguous we're thinking about getting over the comms? I mean I'm all for it but they might have a buzzword search on or something, NSA style.

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[A girl tries to be secret agent-y ...]

Proooobably not. I mean, is it legally ambiguous if we're seeking out legal means to be legally ambiguous? But if you can get to Heropa for further discussions, you can meet my very cute dog.

And sign my cast!

[runningstart]

A dog?! I'm there like timeshare. Though I'm gonna warn you, there's a 50/50 chance that I'll draw a dick on your cast. [probably]

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Yeah, that's one of the rules. Nothing lewd. Surely you can handle it, can't you? [Kate has zero qualms in smacking someone off from doing it. She watched Loki like a hawk (ha ha) while he scribbled his name.

Kate's carefully guarding her arm. This is serious business!!]

[runningstart]

Fine. No dicks. But then I'm putting seriously awful puns all over there instead, you gotta give me some leeway. [wally its actually her arm she don't gotta do nothin] What's your house number? I'm on my way.

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It's an apartment. The front door is usually illogically open, so just come up and knock on [ unit number here ]. We're a little away from all the Herop...an residences. [Which is definitely on purpose.]

[runningstart]

Aye aye.

[...and an hour later:] I'm stopping for glitter pens, do you want anything.

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Beef jerky? Beefy jerky sounds fun right now.

[runningstart]

Whoa, slow down there Bishop, let's not party too hardy now. [A moment.] Spicy or not spicy? Cajun or cowboy? Y'know what I'll get all of them, whatever you don't want I'll eat.

Oh my god, chips, I need some Pringles. [wally stop soundboarding at kate while you shop] What're your favorite colors? If I had to guess I'd say purple, but correct me if I'm wrong.

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[The soundboarding doesn't bother. Has she probably had a phone call like this with Tommy before? All signs point to yes.]

Definitely purple. Anything that doesn't clash with purple is good to grab, too. [Which, in her opinion, is a very limited amount of colors.

... So she's curious to see what Wally grabs.]

[runningstart]

[basically everything she would not]

Yellow goes with purple, right? Okay. [he's getting it anyway] God, I have so much glitter. I look like I'm starting work at a strip club with this basket. Oh my god, are those Twizzlers? In you go. This is great I love dollar stores I can get so much candy for so little money, I love these places. Do you want any candy? Speak now or forever hold your peace.

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I think I can go without the candy right now. [She can barely run or lift properly for the next month! She has to take it easy on the candy. But protein. Protein is good.]

You realize you still have me on the call, right? For this whole ... trip.

[runningstart]

Yeah, so? -okay, okay I'm going. I have pens, jerky, candy, chips. That's probably enough. Are you sure I can't draw a dick? What about boobs? I mean technically a chest is a chest right, nothing inappropriate about that.

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Oh, Wally. I love my boobs. I just don't need another pair staring up at me from my arm. Plus, you'd love drawing it too much, and I can't let you have the pleasure of that ... particular pleasure.

[runningstart]

How dare you! I would never take any perverted pleasures in drawing boobs on your cast; that is my craft, my art, my life. How could you. I'm so insulted.

All in the same bag- okay well then get a bigger bag.

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Don't have this conversation in front of the cashier!

[runningstart]

Uh, chuh, the cashier is kind of right here. I'm not gonna tell her to leave when she's just doing her job. Thanks. [The sound of a door chime.] Okay, radio silence! I'll be there in like five minutes.

action;

[runningstart]

[And there's a knock knock on the door frame of that open door before Wally strolls in with a couple plastic bags.] Yooooo, Kate? Hey, so how'd you bust your arm?

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Charlevoix. Lots of Hornets, very few powers. [There's a sing-song nature to that, like she's trying to pretend to be as casual as possible about it. She really is.

After a beat, Springsteen, her Australian shepherd puppy, comes trotting out after a moment. He's already a decent size, given that she's had him since November. He starts circling around Wally curiously, sniffling at the bottom of his pants.]

[runningstart]

Wow, that sounds like it sucked. [Wally drops the bag on the table and takes a Twizzler out of the already open back, gnawing on it when Springsteen starts nosing at his clothes.] Aww, buddy! You're so cute! [Wally crouches and rubs at Springsteen's face and ears.] Why do all my girl friends own dogs? Is it like a requirement for you?

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It's because you know people with incredible taste in animals. I had a dog back home, but he didn't turn up with me. [Twice, actually. If she hadn't been told about the whole "time doesn't technically pass while you're gone" thing, she'd be really worried about Lucky.

Then again, Lucky's an amazing dog. He'd probably be fine.]

[runningstart]

Which I think is absolutely unfair, for the record. I know how you feel as a fellow pet owner; I have a turtle back home. [Wally throws his arms around her dog and hugs him.] Ahhh, Usain Bolt...I miss you buddy.

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You're a speedster with a turtle. You had to go full on ironic, huh?

[After a moment, she reaches for the bag to pull out some of that beef jerky.]

[runningstart]

I don't go half on anything. [Wally pulls out the four bags of candy and pringles and sits down to eat with her. He came over to discuss something, after all, but he will feed your dog a pringle first ok]

Okay but this huge big league thing, like- I don't even know where to start. I've been trying to recruit people? But like, we're gonna have to at least have somewhere we can meet, just for starters.

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Well, once upon a time I took one of my father's warehouses and refurnished it to make it into a headquarters. It isn't the best idea, but if we're going to do this without any resources, it might not be a place to start. [There is a pause, however.] But I could also ask Hank Pym if he wouldn't mind us using his center that he started months ago for this sort of thing. [Now that he's back, that is.] He's an Avenger back home, so he'd totally get the need.