Ben Grimm | At the bar

[ever_lovin]

One problem with saving the world so often is you get behind on your mail. When it's just junk or fan mail, this isn't a problem but when it's something really important, this becomes a do-I-sneak-into-the-time-machine problem. Case in point, an invitation to the memorial service for one Sally Ride.

Ben remembers meeting her and her saluting him; first gal from the US in space and she salutes him. He of course wasn't going to have any of that so he saluted back and well, eventually they decided to be friends and that was that. Now she was gone and he missed the memorial service. Some kind of friend he turned out to be.

"Bar can I have two shots o' the good vodka? Thanks," he says picking up one and holding it up. "Ta a damn fine stand up, brave and tough as nails gal."

[OOC: Dedicated to the memory of Sally Ride. Ben would love any other pilots to join him in honoring her memory, though I'll be slow until Monday. ETA: Not limited to pilots by any stretch of the imagination.]

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[hecu_marine]

"Yeah, okay, I can drink to that," says Shephard, who's just coming in from an exercise run with Mrs. Wilson the alien houndeye at his heels. "Who's the gal in question?"

He might not be a helicopter pilot any more, but he lives in dread of the day they put the cyclic back in his hand now that he's got two again, so... he probably qualifies.

[ever_lovin]

"A stand up gall by the name of Sally Ride, first woman from the US to fly ta space. At least in my corner of the multiverse." Ben answers with a nod of appreciation.

[hecu_marine]

"Mine too," says Shephard. "She took the last flight, I'm gonna guess?"

[ever_lovin]

Ben gestures with the invitation. "Yeah an' I missed the service."

Stupid skrulls.

[hecu_marine]

"Shit," says Shephard succinctly, and drops into the chair. "Sorry to hear that, that fuckin' sucks. Mrs. Wilson, down."

The creature drops to her belly next to his seat.

"Good girl," Shephard says as he leans over to scratch along one of her electric blue stripes. "So when's the year for you, anyways?"

[ever_lovin]

"July of 2012," Ben says give Mrs. Wilson a casual glance. He's seen weirder. "You?"

[hecu_marine]

"Late spring of 2022," says Shephard. "Doubt you're from my timeline, but it don't hurt none to check first. Name's Shephard, by the way. USMC."

[ever_lovin]

"Ben Grimm, ex US Air Force," Ben says still a little moody. Ben lowers a hand to Mrs. Wilson though he doesn't see anything that looks like a nose. "A pleasure. An' who the little guy?"

[hecu_marine]

The creature tilts its front end this way and that, then stands up on her hind leg to get a better look. "This is Mrs. Wilson," says Shephard. "We got us an alien invasion problem back home. Her kind's from another dimension, but far as I know, she was born on Earth."

[ever_lovin]

"Interestin'." Ben comments. "She see with all them eyes or are some o' them psuedo...eyes?"

[hecu_marine]

"Nope, they're all eyes," says Shephard. "Mouth's that beaky li'l bit between her front legs. I ain't found shit in the way of a nose yet. Dunno how much they'd need one in Xen. They got real damn fine hearing, though, and a fuckin' nasty sonic bark- two or three of these little fuckers workin' together'll break a man's bones if they bark right."

[ever_lovin]

"Now that is kind o' disturbin'," Ben has to admit. "Course I'm sure it's completely normal on her world...well the world her species evolved on. So dimensional aliens then, not yer usual space aliens?"

[hecu_marine]

"Yeah, Xen's what the eggheads calla borderworld," says Shephard. "A dimension it's real fuckin' easy to get into'n out of, from Earth or other dimensions. It ain't the kind of place with Earth style laws of physics, neither. Lots of floating islands'n growing pillars of rock'n shit, from the little bit I was ever there."

[ever_lovin]

"Sounds kinda like the Negative Zone. There a lotta anitmater around?"

[hecu_marine]

"Couldn't tell you," Shephard has to admit after a bit. "Wouldn't know the stuff. Don't remember hearin' the eggheads mention it, though."