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Who: Winter & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20

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How does everyone deal with loss? How much of an impact is it meant to have?

Similar. Unrelated. Is anyone familiar with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? I would like to know more.

[ Action >> Iskaulit ]

[ If you happen to be on the Iskaulit at any time in the wee hours of the morning, between two and six, you may run into Winter utilizing the gym. There aren't really posted hours, and that's usually when no one else is around.

The poor sandbags that he helped Jim hang all those months ago are getting a beating. Winter's focus is zeroed in on the same worn spot, but apparently something gives. Winter reels his left arm back, a high metallic whine the only warning before he lands a blow. It's enough force that not only does it knock the sandbag from its hook, but it goes flying across the room like it's nothing.

Emotional? Who's emotional? Nobody here. Mind your business! ]

[ Action >> Heron ]

[ Winter may have been restless before, but without Jim, this is something new entirely. Crew have been coming and going regularly over the past few months, but this is different. The Atroma decided that he should be captain? Over someone who would probably be more capable at it. He sees what you did there. You just couldn't pass up the chance to not have to change names in the roster, huh?

He's trying to wrap his head around it. Sure, he led teams on missions as the Winter Soldier, but that was different. He wasn't really calling the shots. Being Captain is new and scary and leaves room for so much to go wrong.

If anyone wants to bother him, or happens to be visiting, he is more than likely roaming the halls trying to burn off the nervous energy. He's comfortable with the ship, but now he wants to know it inside and out. ~~As if he hadn't already done that.~~ Honestly, he is distraught without Jim and doesn't know how to handle it. It's not as if he can talk to Natasha about it, either. Or Steve.

The message is more than clear- don't get attached. ]

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[ It speaks, perhaps, how distracted he is if someone can hear him pacing. Normally, he's able to sneak around. He's not used to someone acknowledging him before he's reached his destination. Winter stops dead, looking toward the kitchen. Nothing odd going on, not really, though the hyper-vigilance spikes, fingers itching to wrap around the hilt of the knife in his boot. Only a precaution- not to use on the crew.

He moves to the doorway, keeping an eye on Eric, though he's focused on listening down the hall. For what, who the fuck knows. ]

Nothing specific.

[He's resting his chin in his hand, watching the doorway when Winter emerges. Once he's there, Erik returns his attention to the food, grimacing slightly as he cuts another piece off. Terrible stuff.]

It's not the largest space once you've become familiar, is it.

[Only a couple of weeks in, and he's already feeling the closeness of the ship.]

[ He leans against the door frame, watching as Erik returns to what he's doing. Nothing is going on in the halls, and he really hasn't interacted with the newest addition to their ship, yet. ]

The Atroma changed it. It didn't used to feel so cramped.

Hmm, really. [He contemplates that for a moment, after a forkful of food.] So they like to rearrange things, sometimes?

Apparently. Not much is sacred around here.

[ The players, the ships, the planets they come into contact with.. Don't get attached, Erik. ]

I'm not surprised, given this is basically a televised holding pen for the entertainment of others.

[A harsh assessment, but one that fits, as far as he's concerned.] Or so the story goes.

So we're told. [ They can't exactly believe anything the Atroma tells them, though they do try to make some valid points. It pisses him off. ]

Things are never that straightforward.

[ He crosses his arms over his chest, moving into the kitchen to sit at the table. ]

I'd have to agree. If I understand the concept of reality television right-- [And really, he's still not sure he sees the point of it. It sounds terrible.]-- then they could surely have found people from within their own universe to put here.

You would think that. Unwilling participants are apparently a better draw.

[ Not necessarily unwilling, but at least people who were aware of the situation. Then again, seeing people react to it is a good dramatic pull. ]

[He spears another piece of flavoured solid on his fork.]

There would also be the exotic allure of strange people from strange worlds.

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[ He shrugs a shoulder. ] People with power will do what they want.

If they are people.

[They might not be. It would tally with his previous experiences.]

It doesn't matter what they are.

[ How the hell do you even identify something you never see? Nobody really has. ]

[He glances at Winter, inclining his head slightly. In terms of power and weaknesses, he would think it matters, But maybe on some levels, it doesn't.]

What their long-term plans might be is more important.

[ A bully is still a bully, no matter what skin he's wearing or power he's holding. ]

That's right. There's no way of knowing what they're up to until they make contact again.

I've heard they've been silent for a while.

It's been a few months since we've heard anything of merit.

[He sets his fork down on the empty plate, regarding Winter closely. Someone with more experience with the place is best placed to answer this question.]

And what would you say that could mean?

It could mean anything. They could be having issues of their own, or they could be waiting for their next move.

[ Tactically speaking, waiting for everyone to be unaware is solid strategy. Strike at the neck when it's bared. ]

Yes... it's hard to say without more information.

[And he supposes, halfway into this conversation, he should actually introduce himself. He's been on this ship long enough without doing so.]

I'm Blade.

Winter.

[ It's okay, it's been just as long and he hasn't really, either. ]

And how long have you been here?

Almost nine months.

It's certainly long-lived, as a place. [Comparative to others, at least. He picks up his plate and stands, to go take it to the sink.]

I've heard some have been here longer.

Years, some of them. Most seem...happy here. Or at least satisfied.

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