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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[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.