First Entrance: Maria Hill

[holds_her_own]

Great, more paperwork.


A woman of average height and medium build, wearing a blue uniform and sidearm, walks in. Her eyes shift around the room, hand darting for her weapon.


"Anyone mind explaining what the fuck is going on? I'm armed, and extremely annoyed."


It's worse than dangerous.


Welcome to Milliways, Agent Hill.


[OoC: Eventually, Hill will make her way to the Bar and receive the note Clint left for her, so if you'd prefer to skip past the Welcome To Milliways chat, I'm cool with that! If you have any questions about Hill, see here, and I'm also on AIM and in crackchat as LordoLorien. Thanks! ETA: As of 3am EST, I'm heading to bed. Consider this post open to new tags indefinitely. Thank you, everyone! ♥]

Comments

[redintheledger]

"But Maria, darling, that'd ruin the illusion!"

Years of academy training and improv-acting classes mean that her face is completely straight, and brimming with sincerity.

[holds_her_own]

She snorts.

It quickly deteriorates into hapless, half-mad laughter.

"I need a drink."

[redintheledger]

"Fortunately for everyone, the first drink is free," she says, in a more normal tone of voice.

"There's a tab system, occasionally people bartend, but usually it's just the...sapient bar."

Sigh, Milliways, sigh.

"And there are rats as waiters. Before you ask, I don't know why."

[holds_her_own]

"Right."

OK.

"Does the sapient bar have a beer list?"

[redintheledger]

"Ask, and it'll bring up anything you ask for, apparently.

I haven't tested it that rigorously."

[holds_her_own]

She arches an eyebrow.

"Define 'anything'."

Her curiosity is stretching beyond a beer list now.

[redintheledger]

"Nothing alive, nor weapons."

Beat.

"Traditionally defined weapons, I'm guessing."

[holds_her_own]

She nods.

"At least there are standards. Do you need anything?"

Her eyes sharpen fractionally.

[redintheledger]

"Paid vacation would be nice."

It's a joke.




Except where she's increasingly aware that, maybe, being in the office for a while could be a good idea.

[holds_her_own]

Her lips thin.

"We'll see what the mystical bar says."

Her head cants to the side just slightly.

If Romanoff didn't know any better, she might detect concern in the senior agent's eyes. It's gone with the turning of her head.

"Cosmo, then?"

[redintheledger]

"Cosmo," she agrees.


Then, brighter,

"You could try an alien cocktail."

[holds_her_own]

"Oh, but then what will I have to look forward to?"

The chirp is ill-fitting coming from her, but the smirk is sincere.

"One cosmo coming up."

Maybe alcohol will help everything make more sense.