gotta get down for a mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.

[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]

Comments

[reconstitution]

[ Home sweet home after being surrounded by the entirety of the fleet should be the feeling of coming back, right? Only it's not. While separate bunks are a neat little perk, they're cramped and feel about ten degrees colder than the common areas. Even with the door kept open, the walls feel like they're closing in.

Looks like he's just going to set up camp in an unused corner of the cargo bay, despite the cold. At least it's not cramped! ]

[redactions]

[ Making a beeline for him is one equally disgruntled James Barnes. The blankets in his arms, he simply dumps on his alternate, unceremoniously, and then flops down next to him, being the usual human shield. ]

What the hell did they do to my ship?

[reconstitution]

[ Winter takes the blankets without question, spreading them out so they can both get use of them. He tucks one edge around himself, pulling them up to his chin. The warmth comes sluggishly, but it's still better than the cramped quarters. He honestly hasn't even tried Jim's office yet. The cargo bay was a neutral position and gives Jim the option of having his office to himself.

He frowns even more, shaking his head. ]

I don't know.

[ He pauses and adds quietly. ]

Are we being punished?

visiting!

[mucked]

[ peggy's brief forays onto the heron don't come with any regularity. she stops by when she wants to stop by -- and, by all accounts, she leaves when she wants to. for once, there's nothing dutiful in what she does. she comes because she misses them. she comes because she wants to spend time with them.

and so it's with mixed emotions that she finds the winter soldier so...immediately. her heeled step stops a handful of feet away from where he's bunkered down in the cargo bay. ]

Roughing it, are we?

[reconstitution]

[ He hears the airlock door open and close, but really pays it no mind. That is, until those sure steps start echoing through the deserted cargo bay. At first, he thinks she'll simply pass him by in order to find Jim, though he's quickly proven wrong when she stops just short of him.

Winter chides himself at first for not finding a better spot, though changes his mind. He'd chosen his spot because he was surrounded on three sides. He's hunkered between the wall and some deserted thing he never bothered to question. He stands quickly when he realizes that it's Peggy. ]

Yes, Agent Carter.

[ He's quiet for a moment, but quickly decides that he should explain the odd behavior. ]

The ship is smaller. It feels colder.

[ I hate it. ]

[touchofrogue]

[...wow, guys, what happened to your ship?

Rogue has made a trip to the library and (to her relief) found the book she wanted for Winter, but she wasn't expecting all this.

She's on the look out for him. As usual, her sneaking is NORMAL, though he probably rates it at somewhat between 'terrible' and 'who tied the bells on that girl.']

[reconstitution]

[ Awful things, Rogue!! Make it stop. )8

He hears her coming long before Winter actually sees her, but he's relieved. She could have been anyone, and instead, it's loud-stomping Rogue. Winter may actually be glad to see her. When she passes his little hiding area, he stands and comes up just behind her. ]

Are you looking for the Captain?

Hope a visit is okay!

[pain_train]

[Well, she did ask Winter if he'd read to her, so she must need to visit him so he can do it! But wow, she thought the Windrose had gotten tiny. This one's about as cramped, she thinks, except it's really fucking cold. And there aren't as many awesome windows. That sucks. Good thing is, with a small ship it's not hard to poke around and look for her buddy.]

Hi Winter!

[Brilliant grin.]

Holy shit, it's cold as balls in here.

A visit is more than okay!

[reconstitution]

[ Winter should honestly learn to start expecting visitors, he's been on the ship long enough. He makes eye contact with her and stands. ]

Hi, Wrath.

[ He nods, looking around the cargo bay. ]

It's been like this for a while. Since we got back, at least. The kitchen is warmer.

[redactions]

[ Jim is, for lack of a better word, skulking. Every thermostat in the ship has been viciously disassembled and examined. He is almost always prowling around with another one in his hands, looking for anything he could've missed. The smaller, colder ship isn't to his tastes, and the more annoyed he gets the more he feels that's why the Atroma did it in the first place. ]

[ Find him either in the corridors or the kitchen, scowling. ]

[mucked]

[ visiting one barnes often leads to visiting the other. in this fashion, they come as a package deal. two-for-one fire sale on friendship. peggy, having conversed with the winter soldier for some time, now strides deeper into the heron. and as she pauses to glance into the bridge and other sundry rooms, she wraps her arms around herself. bloody chilly, isn't it?

at last, she finds him in the kitchen. with a toss of her hair, she stands in the doorway. ] Good day, Captain.

[redactions]

[ He's wrestling with something in the bowl; the smell of flour permeates the air and it sticks to his fingers. The thermostat on the kitchen has certainly seen better days. The click of Peggy's heels announce her -- she never sneaks around in his ship -- and he's already in better spirits by the time she's at the door. ]

Agent Carter. Feeling the chill?

[enshields]

[Steve steps out of the shuttle bay with a bag slung over his shoulder. Not much, but all he could scare up in a hurry. He makes his way to the kitchen slowly, less out of hesitance and more some storied caution. Nothing is ever as it seems, and wariness has settled like hoarfrost in his bones. Suspicion was hammered into him from a young age, compounded by the War, the future, and Tony Stark playing God.

He does knock a boot against the outer edge of the doorframe, though, as he leans against it.]

Thanks for the invite.

[redactions]

​[ The walls and corridors of the ships are cold. The rooms are mysteriously warmer, bathed in soft light, better acoustics. Like the ship has been split into the two halves of the two men who're the same and inhabit it. ]

​[ Jim has his back to the door. He doesn't expect anything to attack him here, and that doesn't change when the air does with Steve's presence. The table is already set for two, spoons and forks out. Empty glasses. The hot plate of meatloaf gets set on the table with no glove to protect the hand, because the metal one doesn't feel heat anyway. ]

Thanks for coming.

​[ He turns, finally, looking at Steve up and down. There's lines on his face that seem so much more obvious, a heaviness around the edges. A shield around him, of some unnamed winter. What else did he think Steve would be like, in that future? Jim's mouth thins, and then, quietly, ]

You look well.

[dancingmd]

[If this were the Windrose or the Wonderduck, Beverly would feel right at home wandering around, but here, she is more tentative. Fortunately Jim is the first person she sees, and he's why she is here.]

Captain Barnes? [Then she notices the scowling. Oops. Maybe this is a bad time.] Is everything alright? I can come back another time.

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Doctor.

[ He nods to her; some of the lines in his body soften. The anger doesn't disappear, it gets put away. ]

The Atroma've made my ship colder, I was trying to fix it. What can I do for you?

[touchofrogue]

[Well, while she's here she miiight have also brought something for Jim's kitchen. Seeing him scowling, however, she does not immediately enter.]

Knock, knock.

[redactions]

[ He knows her footsteps and her heartbeat; his mouth is already crinkling into a smile when she materialises in the doorway. ]

Hey, sweetheart. How're you doin'?

Hope a visit is all right?

[pain_train]

[Wrath's come by to see Winter anyway, so of course she's going to stop in and pay her respects to her sort-of-CO. In the kitchen. Wow, he looks kind of pissed. Really pissed.]

Hello, sir.

[Snappy Proles-style salute.]

You look like someone took a shit in your ration pack this morning.

yyy

[redactions]

I wish that was what they did.

[ He gestures to the ship. ]

It's freezing in here.

Just visiting

[touchofrogue]

For any of the number of times Rogue visits during the mont, likely bearing baked goods or taking over your kitchen temporarily...

[enshields]

[The corridors are cold and kind of closely quartered, Steve rounds a corner of the ship and only manages not to plow her over by dint of supersoldier reflexes. He's carrying half a pie, oop.]

-- Hi, sorry about that. Hope I didn't startle you.

[touchofrogue]

[La la la, walking quickly down the cool hallway to get to where she's going without catching a chill, Rogue was not expecting to practically turn a corner into someone. He beats her by jumping back first, though she also instinctively recoils, responding to his apology before really taking in who she almost bumped into.]

It's fi-- [--iiiiiiiiiiiine. Fuuuuuuah. That. He.

Okay.

Well.]

Uh.

[Well. This was probably not the Steve who she shared a different world's machinations with for the better part of three years, or else he would have followed that up with her name, and likely some enthusiastic arm gripping. But he certainly was Steve Rogers, who certainly was on Jim and Winter's ship, and good Gawd, did Peggy know too? And--

--and this is when Rogue realizes that she is entirely too wrapped up in a relationship tangle that only concerns her on the edges, and she takes a deep breath to gather her thoughts into some sort of order and moves a half step back for more space, because she unfortunately always thinks better when there was more space. She lifts a gloved hand and tucks a strand of white hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture she'd almost completely given up.]

Ya did. Ya are, I mean. [Shaking her head at herself, good job, Rogue, she manages a small smirk.] But that's okay, I'll get over it.

[Yes, good. Almost completely coherent, 5 points for the save.]

kotoha isone | ota! (newbie ahoy~)

[maschinenpistole]

[ holy crap it's cold in here fdjskal

Kotoha's still getting a feel for her new spaceship-home, and that involves taking a good look around. You'll find her in the corridor, rubbing her arms to try and generate some warmth, peering into every room (or hidden compartment!) curiously. Maybe she just poked her head somewhere she shouldn't have~? Whoops.

You might also find her in the armory, looking over the weapons. It's easy to tell she knows her guns pretty well - from the way she's holding each of them before carefully placing them back, to the way she's looking them over with a scrutiny one probably wouldn't expect out of someone who looks like your average young high school student. But, well, she is your new Security augment person! Wanna come say hi?

It's also possible to find her in the kitchen! Snack-sneaking, most likely~ Well, whatever passes for snacks around here. Hrm. ]

[redactions]

​[ Boy oh boy is somebody happy they have a security officer on board. Jim likes the shields they have on the ship since he arrived, but the alien attack left him wary. Now at least, they can shoot back. He drops by the armoury as soon as he sees the new crew memeber. ]

Familiar with the ​model?

​[ To all appearances, human, dressed in the standard black ship clothes, metal left arm with a white star, blue circle. ]