appt. 1: video

[didknowthat]

[Well hello there, residents of this fine barge. What you'll find on your screens, is a rather tiffed redhead, looking only just a little like she might be trying to bite her tongue. Without actually puncturing herself.]

Hi- Hello. My name is Virginia Potts, and I've been asked to come and .. work on this ship. [It's only a partial lie. She'd sought it out herself.] That being said, I've come as a warden, and am here to help.

[There's a moment of hesitance, her mouth opening to continue. But then it shuts. ... And she tries again.]

Is there a Tony Stark on the barge?

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[omar]

Last name? [Pepper P-- ohhh.] Not bad, not bad. Gotta own that, right? You live on your name, best be a good one.

[didknowthat]

It's not so bad. [The paparazzi have come up with much worse in her years working. Especially the early days.]

I rarely respond to my actual name unless it's my mother, to be honest. Probably should have just introduced myself as Pepper.

[omar]

Pepper's fine. Still just Omar over here, though. Omar Little, you wanna do it right.

[didknowthat]

And I assume you'd prefer Omar to Mister Little?

[omar]

I wouldn't mind it, but I don't know that I sees the need. We all suppose to be friends here, right?

[didknowthat]

[Well hey, she's not sure on the 'friends' bit, considering the inmates and wardens thing, but. That's not a bad way of thinking.]

Sure. I don't mind leaving it at Omar. I'd rather Pepper than Miss Potts, too. Makes me feel a bit younger.

[omar]

[Who said he was an inmate, Pep?]

A'ight.

So I'm figuring Castiel probably went and answered any question you might have and then some, but anything else you need to know? Of course, I'm new my own self, but I can try.

[didknowthat]

[Hey she never said he was!]

Ah, yes, he did. I've heard something about the .. entertainment up on deck?

[omar]

Entertainment? [This is a problem. He's been snooping around the deck since he got here, but the real wardens have been surprisingly tight about keeping the locked areas locked when it comes to the upstairs. He's heard bits and pieces on the communicators, but mostly, he's going to have to wing this.

Okay. Can do.]

Depend on your definition of the word, I s'pose. There's a bar, 'course. Garden up there, shooting range if you like guns... [...And then whatever is in the locked-up part. Oh, right, he remembers:] Pool, too. Upstairs.

[didknowthat]

I hadn't heard of the shooting range.

[..Actually, that's an interesting idea. She's completely adverse to any guns she has to use herself, but ... There might be a bit of merit in learning, at least.]

Does it come with a Jacuzzi? [Chuckling.]

[omar]

[Actual knowledge of that would require that he actually have been there ever, and there's no way to lie about that successfully, so he shrugs.]

Can't say for sure; I ain't visited the place myself yet. Not much one for swimming, if I'm being honest.

[didknowthat]

[And she takes it.]

No, neither am I, really. I can stand the occasional hot tub or sauna, though.

[omar]

Seem like there be something to make everyone happy, more or less. I'm partial to the range -- like to keep sharp.

[He remembers the cover story he gave Duo... Right, this is probably a good time for that.] I was a cop back home, you see.