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[hasthehighground]

A guy dressed in black jeans and a worn purple t-shirt opens the door, and takes a half-step in. One foot over the doorway, and one foot in his world, he glances sideways to use his peripheral vision. Yep, apartment still there.

Huh.

"... Sure, why not," he says. He steps in, hesitating for the briefest of moments before letting go of the edge of the door so it closes behind him. Clint rubs his hand over the short hair on the back of his neck, and steps to the side of the door so he's not blocking it. He realizes he stands out, but a door showed up in his apartment. He's pretty sure it'd be weirder to not be confused.

[OOC: Clint has been re-set with a new mun! Hellooo. He is post-Thor, pre-Tesseract babysitting duty. Please don't spoil him re: the future.

Catch me in crackchat at the moment as TLvop, or check out the contact post in his journal -- I'm prone to slow, but slowtimes are A+ awesome :)]

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[thenewblack]

And if Clint would keep that to himself, Artemis' life would have far fewer existential issues. She can find plenty on her own.

"Pretty not if they let you use a bow and arrow set up in the field at all," she says, "Most groups like that are all about standardizing and looking official."

Never mind the flexibility that a good selection of arrow heads has.

[hasthehighground]

"Well," Clint says, after a moment. "It's not exactly my main weapon, even if it's my favorite. Pretty handy when you have too many guys on the ground, and no backstop handy."

... Barton, do not talk about killing people around teenage girls.

"You compete?"

[thenewblack]

It beats Dad talking about killing people. Clint, at least, can probably honestly say that most of the targets were bad people!

"Once in a long while locally," she says, "The school isn't exactly swimming in cash to take us out of state and there isn't a lot of formal competitions in Connecticut."

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods.

"I didn't learn in a school system," he says. "So I'm a little vague on that."

He's about to ask her about college programs, before his brain catches up to him on the absurdity of discussing something like this in another universe.

"So, uh." He makes a slight hand gesture to indicate the space as a whole. "How does this thing... work?"

[thenewblack]

"Uh... pretty well?" she ventures, "I'm not solid of the hows, but they take anything I've ever seen used as currency, let you run a tab and it's easier to get back in when you want if you take something with you. Napkin, matchbook, that sort of thing."

She grins a little.

"Doesn't hurt to have something physical to point out that you didn't just have a really vivid dream either."