Outside the Radio Station, all day

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

There had been some negotiations, some planning, and some sign making, but it was official. Even though he was human and not technically a squirrel outside of some freelance work, Coulson was on strike with his squirrely brethren. And that's why he was standing outside the radio station today, marching with a sign that read 'EQUAL RUM FOR EQUAL WORK."

Below that, in smaller handwriting, it said 'That doesn't make sense, but what do you expect? It was written by a sober squirrel.'

Frankly, Coulson thought the sign could have been better, but who was he to say anything? He was just a freelancer. He was happy enough to leave the signage decisions to the squirrels in charge.

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[fates_jaye]

When Jaye came by to see what the situation was today, she didn't expect the situation would be that the Human Squirrel had joined the ranks of the actual squirrels.

"Traitor!" she called.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Ms Tyler," Coulson said. "I'm sorry, but the squirrels made some compelling arguments."

[fates_jaye]

"Like what?" she asked, hands on her hips.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"They'd really like some rum," Coulson said. "And they're willing to give me some when they get it. I'm not a big drinker, but I appreciate the gesture."

[fates_jaye]

"You think I don't want rum?" Jaye countered. "It's not my fault all the rum is gone! Or that they're apparently too good for vodka. I even offered the good stuff!"

That she would have probably stolen from Caritas.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, but I think their contract is fairly bulletproof. It's rum or nothing," Coulson said.

[fates_jaye]

"What contract? They have a contract?" This was probably what happened when you paid zero attention to anything that happened before you took the job.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"It may not actually be official. It was written on a napkin," Coulson said.

[fates_jaye]

"Then it's null and void," Jaye said quickly, even though she wasn't sure that was true.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"You'll need to get your lawyers to make that official," Coulson said, figuring she didn't have any lawyers at the ready.

[fates_jaye]

"I have a lawyer." Not really. She had Sharon. "Where's this contract?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"You'll need to talk to the actual squirrels for that," Coulson said.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye glanced at the squirrels, who were glaring at her.

One threw a walnut at her head.

"I don't think that'll go very well."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Negotiations usually get intense over workers issues," Coulson said casually.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye dropped her voice. "Do you think you could, you know, maybe help in getting them to give me that contract?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I can bring it up at the next meeting," Coulson said. "But it will be a copy. We're not going to run the risk of you tearing up the original."

[fates_jaye]

"I wouldn't do a thing like that."

That had been her entire plan.

"Fine. See what you can do," she said, like she just won this or something.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I promise that I will. And while I'm doing that, if you could see what can be done about the rum situation, I'm sure an agreement can be reached soon," Coulson said.

[so_hawkward]

Sure, Clint hadn't been feeling well for a few days. But hallucinations hadn't really been a factor in his illness, so there was no good explanation for the sight in front of him. "Sir? Are you doing okay right now?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm just fine, Barton," Coulson said. "It's a lovely day for a picket line."

[OOC: Annnnnnd I'm gone for the night. SP? :D ]

[so_hawkward]

"Is there a good reason I shouldn't take a picture of this? For posterity?"

[OOC: Absolutely, especially since the notif got eaten. >.<]

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you try to share it with anyone, your phone will be confiscated under regulations dealing with my current official life status," Coulson said. "But for personal use? Go ahead. I have no shame about supporting my squirrel colleagues." He even smiled.

[so_hawkward]

"Does Natasha count as anyone?" Clint asked, even as he took the picture. "I never took you for a rodent supporter."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"You should be safe showing it to people on the island," Coulson reasoned. "As for the squirrels, I was hired on as a freelance squirrel right after I got here, so I'm in the union."

[so_hawkward]

"...only you could say something like that and make it sound like a totally plausible thing," Clint said with a smile. "They are awfully stealthy sometimes, I'll give them that."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there are at least a couple other people here who could manage that," Coulson said. "But I'm sure I take better notes than them."

[so_hawkward]

"Yours would actually be legible. And written in pen as opposed to whatever these guys write in," Clint said. "Did they offer you a cut of their eventual rum, or are you really just doing this out of solidarity?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Mostly the latter, but I am entitled to a hotel mini-bar sized bottle and another every week I do squirrel work when this is over," Coulson said.