enter if you dare (i'm kidding we're 80% approachable)

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Crew and visitors for the Starstruck!
Broadcast: None!
Action: The SS Starstruck
When: March! And, y'know, until the next mingle too.


[EVERYONE GET IN HERE AND MINGLE AND STUFF OKAY.]

Comments

[mucked]

One of the single-most comprehensively trained and impressive operatives I'd ever seen can't have been any more than -- oh, ten stone soaking wet.

[ dottie underwood. because (somehow) it was easier to discuss a mad soviet spy than even reconsider once again approaching the topic of steve rogers. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods, thinking about his own history. His own small warriors out in the sands.]

Smaller's faster. Smaller... finds special shortcuts to get ahead.

Knew a kid, for a few days. Couldn't talk, was, mmm. Worse than me. He made himself a boomerang with a blade. [He motions, mimics a throw.] Used tunnels and copied dog sounds, knew how to sneak around.

[He sounds mildly impressed.

The feral child was strangely endearing. He hated to admit.]

[mucked]

[ she looks pleased -- because it's always welcome to exchange one piece of information for another. and max bestows this piece upon her with such ease. ]

Clever boy.

[theroadwarrior]

[Max hums.]

Don't know if he ever made it.

[He shrugs, looking distant, thoughtful.]

His people left for the coast. Not sure if they ever found it; I've never seen it. Could be like the Plains of Silence — go in, never come back out.

[mucked]

Why are they called that, anyway? Odd sort of name.

[ now! here's a riddle: does she ask the question in order to soften way she now raises her hands and bids him to hold out his own, so she might reclaim her boxing wraps? or does she seek out such physical contact as a way of distracting from the question?

or maybe each independent action is meant to throw shadow upon the other. ]

[theroadwarrior]

I can unwrap them.

[He shakes his head, hands working at each other. But even so, while he unwraps the bindings with sturdy yet war-damaged hands, he continues to speak. Tentatively. His expression softens at the topic.]

It's flat, endless land. Smooth sand that goes on as far as the eye can see.

If anyone's gotten across it, nobody's ever heard from them again.

[He was going to try. See if it consumed him or not.

But that is a dark, sad topic about himself he'd rather not bridge.]

[mucked]

Maybe it's because there's something better on the other side. [ -- so good it defies return. but that's far too pretty a thought, even for her, and the stiff shake of her head suggests she knows she's talking nothing but hot air. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods. Hesitates.

Well, it's not so bad if he paints it in an optimistic light.]

Think maybe I'll try and see, someday. If I go back.

... Maybe there's something good.

[mucked]

[ as good a moment as any to make her graceful exit. peggy raises her hands -- as if, perhaps, to take her old and battered wraps from his possession. to reclaim them as her own crutches. but then her fingers twitch and her arm falls back to her side. ]

You keep those. Just in case the mood hits, [ she shrugs. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He blinks, but eventually surrenders well enough, putting them into his pocket. He isn't a fan of receiving things, but... beat up wraps aren't... a big thing. He can just conjure up that it's trade for the meat he'd brought in back when. It'll do.]

... Just in case.

[It's about as successful as you can get, with Max and something new.]

[mucked]

[ fabric -- especially the plain and undyed sort -- isn't hard to get hold of. doubtless, peggy must have spares hidden away inside the trunk at the foot of her bed. but she says nothing of that, only pleased that he should accept the gesture in the first place.

she nods her head -- little more than a dip of her chin, really, to accept his acceptance. ]

I'd -- better go. Shower. [ leave you to your own devices. ] See you around, right hook.