steve's luck with things that fly is nonexistent, really.

[enshields]

Who: Crew of the Bloodsport, anyone who'd drop by!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Anywhere on the ship.
When: 12/13/15 specifically, but you can really pick and choose as much as you would like as far as dates go. Get your mingle on!

ps: as an aside, the bit of media that Steve received was a 'Star-Spangled Man' USO performance so if anyone wants to have seen that so hilarity can ensue, feel free.

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EATING

[bb_wolf]

[The moment the smell of food starts to waft through the ship, Bigby appears. The promise of something real to eat, not just the shitty gel cubes he's been forcing down to silence his hunger is beyond tempting.]

You have to tell me that's for sharing. I haven't had real food since I got to this place.

[enshields]

[The phrasing might make his hackles go up, but he gets the sentiment well enough and nods to where the casserole is cooling. He's reading a dog-eared book that looks like it's suffered a bit of flouring and hasn't yet eaten.]

There's enough to go around. Help yourself.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby's good at doing that to people, even when he doesn't mean to.]

You are clearly a blessing for something that I definitely didn't do. Must've been someone else on the ship.

[He starts looking for bowls and something to serve with.]

Am I getting you a bowl while I'm here?

[enshields]

[He weighs his options, and then flips down a dog-eared page and sets the book (Face au drapea by Jules Verne) down and nods.]

Please, if you don't mind. Name's Steve, by the way. Rogers. I'm one of the pilots.

[bb_wolf]

You should have a bookmark in that.

[Despite his appetite, Bigby takes a conservative serving for himself and a slightly larger one for Steve.]

Bigby Wolf. Tactical. Whatever the fuck that means. Here.

[Plate is offered out with a fork stuck in it.]

[enshields]

[He takes the plate and liberates that fork first off, but he'll wait until Bigby himself is seated before he'll take a bite. Some semblance of manners, or something.]

Is it an area you have any prior experience in?

[I mean. His track record for flying planes isn't fantastic, but at least he knows he can.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby sits down. He has manners, he was drilled with them over and over to make sure he could hide in New Amsterdam.]

Not really? Not even sure what it means. I was the Sheriff of my community back in New York.

[Even his eating is at odds with his words. Small, neat bites.]

[enshields]

There should be full diagnostic write-ups available on the. [a bit of a twitch of his fingers towards his implant. Count the ways he isn't pleased about it.] implants.

[He spears a piece of carrot and chews thoughtfully before he swallows and speaks,]

Which part've New York?

[bb_wolf]

The worst bit is knowing it's there and that choking terror when I think about trying to claw it out. With a knife.

[Or, you know, other things.]

Manhattan, upper West. You a Brooklyn kid?

[enshields]

[He cracks a wry smile, because he certainly isn't going to engage that bit about cutting out the implant. Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. It's been a long time since Steve was scared of anything that could be done to him alone.]

What gave it away?

[bb_wolf]

I've spent the last- far longer than I'd like to admit living in New York. I can hear a Brooklyn accent.

[He gave a wry quirk of the lips and ate a bit more.]

This is good.

[enshields]

[Because that's not a suspicious answer or anything. 'Far longer than I'd like to admit'? Most New Yorkers are proud to be there.]

Thank the cooking channel.

[bb_wolf]

[He's not a New Yorker. If nothing else, his accent says that about him. It's too flat, not quite from anywhere.]

Cooking channel here or back home?

[enshields]

Ah-- back home.

[Not that keeping busy here is any easier. At least on Earth, he could count on missions coming down the pipe. From the remnants of SHIELD, on the Avengers docket-- his only home is War, and the two people that defined that for him are all but lost.]

Here I try to steer clear of Atroma's idea of 'entertainment'.

[HIS TONE IS SO FUCKIN' PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY DISDAINFUL he really, really, really does not like this bullshit social media big brother bullshit mess of a place, k.]

[bb_wolf]

It's all very Orwell 1984 isn't it?

I thought we were pretty lucky to get through the year 1984 back home without them implementing anything like that. Still, we're only a couple of years ahead, they have time to catch up.