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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[pompous_today]

[The smell of food attracted Simon away from his studies of the plants and drugs he'd collected over the months in his clinic, and when Steve called the crew to dinner, he decided to pull himself away and be sociable for once. Poking his head into the kitchen, he smiled at Steve.]

Thank you for cooking.

[enshields]

[He's been Peripherally Aware of the good doctor for a while now, but this is their first proper meeting, so Steve ducks his head in a nod and tips his hand towards a chair.]

You're welcome. You probably already know, but I'm Steve Rogers. One of the pilots.

[pompous_today]

[Simon took the invitation to sit and nodded.]

And I'm Simon... your resident medic. I... feel like I should apologize for not being more friendly toward you since you've arrived. [He swallowed and then continued awkwardly-] My sister had disappeared right around that time, and, well... I didn't feel much like talking to anybody then.

[enshields]

[He shakes his head immediately as Simon's intent becomes clear, and holds up a hand to forestall anything further.]

You don't owe me anything, least of all after that.

[And then, softer,]

I'm sorry about your sister.

[pompous_today]

You are kind to say so- but we are on the same crew and should at least be on friendly terms, I feel.

[He then blew out a sigh.]

I am, too. I am anxious when we are separated, even though she is perfectly fine back home.