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]

I did, actually. [ she raises her eyebrows. ] Back home. Before the arm and -- before a lot of things. He was another one of those soldiers of mine, you see. But back then he was a different man.

[theroadwarrior]

[Max nods firmly; this, he's familiar with, even if he wasn't a soldier in the literal sense. He saw a lot of people change, when he was younger. His youth was the biggest turning point, the moment the world well and truly crumbled into the worst case scenario. He doesn't like to linger on his youth, though.]

Usually how it works...

Once you dedicate your life to stopping the darker things, the darker things trickle into you.

[mucked]

I'm afraid the darkness did not merely trickle into him. It -- cracked him open. Hollowed him out for horrible purposes. [ but she knocks her head gently against the wall once again. defeat, and submission. agent carter, you say too much. ]

You know what this place does, yes? Alternate versions of familiar events. Branching choices, with different endings.

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods, patient. That's one small blessing about Max; he doesn't push for anything. If she wants to talk, she'll talk. If she wants to stop, she'll stop. He doesn't expect anything -- anytime, these days.]

I've seen things like it. Before I was even here.

[mucked]

Really? [ her brows raise. ] That's curious. Ever run into two people who were, in essence, the same person but split into separate paths? Winter, he -- whatever happened to crack him the way it did? It never happened to Jim Barnes, who was until very recently captain over on the Heron. He and Jim are the same man after living two very different lives.

[theroadwarrior]

[He considers this for a moment, stroking his chin.]

Hard to say... Met people with the same faces, but different, hm. Walks of life.

Who knows if they were the same person or not.

[shrug.]

There are people here I've known before. They don't remember me, though.

Maybe a smaller --

[He motions a split with his hands. Fork in the road.]

[mucked]

...Did you know me? From before?

[ a valid sort of question. after all, rogue had. and loki as well. in some place called luceti, but where peggy could never remember being. and it's a valid question because she could easily believe it to be the sort of thing he wouldn't admit unless asked outright. ]

behold as i scan his old game for facetwins and etc

[theroadwarrior]

[He shakes his head.]

Mm. No. Memory's a little fuzzy -- don't know why. But... not you.

[Hope you're ready, he's about -- gasp -- say names.

But it's for business, so that's clearly acceptable.]

Nami's familiar. Tadashi, he made this brace. [He pats it; it's a sturdy one, better than his last.] Mm. Katniss' face, it's familiar. Different person, though. There's a woman, Kate. And... a few more, maybe, that I didn't get the names for. Saw someone who threw me through a forest once. Rather not reunite.

[He's utterly casual about it, as if he'd simply blown through a town for a few days and met the locals. His time in the last place was... changing, to be sure. But his connections were limited. Because he had space to avoid everyone, really.]

[mucked]

[ of the names he recited, peggy knows a few of them. a mere fraction, really. but it's more than can be said for her own familiarity. for a moment, she wonders which is more bewildering: seeing people who don't recognize you, or being seen by people you don't recognize? she's only experienced the latter; she rarely thinks about the former. ]

Sounds like trouble. [ mild. she's curious, but she does him the honour of not picking at that particular bit of gossip. ] I have met some who've claimed to know me from elsewhere. Not the easiest pill to swallow.

[theroadwarrior]

Mm. It's mostly good, um. For them not to remember.

[He flips Rock's ears inside out, thoughtful. Clearly he's an adult.

After a moment observing the sleepy canine, he shrugs.]

It makes things easier.

[mucked]

[ barely a week ago, she and jim had gone for a drink -- to grieve, in their own way, for steve rogers. and now she sits here, acutely aware that even jim (now) is gone. but at that table in some dive bar back on the station, she'd told him about the grunting monosyllabic pilot and his pet dog. and jim had told her, in turn, that dogs soften a fella.

so she watches him now, with her heard only slightly turned in his direction. is he softened? and is it the dog that's done it? ]

Are you saying from the position of one who remembers? Or one who has been remembered?

[theroadwarrior]

The one who remembers.

... I'm okay with remembering.

[Hn. He runs a hand over his mouth and beard. The pinky finger, like always, is an un-moving curled oddity there.]

It's okay if they don't. Makes it... easier. To step back, step away.

[mucked]

Don't you think they might want to know? About things through which they might have lived. Experiences they might have had. If they are truly the same person, it might well be their right to know what's transpired.

No matter how bitter a pill it might be.

[theroadwarrior]

[He shrugs.]

M'not noble. M'not someone who cares about telling them what happened. I don't wanna know if they knew me, and I don't want them to know I knew them.

Lucky them.

[mucked]

[ clearly, she's got very little patience for a position such as his. but peggy swallows her protest, and lets him have his sulky way. ]

As you like, -- [ and here would be the perfect place to say a name. but she doesn't. instead, she offers a very brisk and very formal pat on his shoulder before she rises to her feet. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He turns and opens his mouth to reply -- stops. Ahm.

He clears his throat.]

Mmhm. See... you around.