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driftfleet2016-03-20 11:18 am
reconstitution) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-20 11:18 am
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Who: Winter & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20
[ Text ]
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. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Iskaulit
When: 3/20
[ Text ]
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.
The message is more than clear- don't get attached. ]
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[She moves to sit cross-legged on the pillow beside him.]
Close your eyes and try not to think about anything except the music. You can sing too if that helps.
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Getting him to close his eyes in an unfamiliar space is difficult enough, singing is asking far too much of him at their current trust level.
So, here he is, closing his eyes and trying not to think of anything. Not even the noises that the Iskaulit makes, nor the sound of Misty's heartbeat. ]
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Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say women they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know, you'll know
[Maybe she doesn't have Stevie's magic exactly, but her voice is pretty enough, calm and low and sweet.]
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It's achingly familiar to what he and Jim would do on nights when the noise in their head was too much, and the call of sleep was too far away. Holed up in Jim's old office, blankets in a makeshift bed behind the desk. Taking shifts between feigning sleep and watching the door. ]
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Slowly, though, it begins to morph into a nearly worldless chant, the "nah nah nahs" turning into gentle hums, rhythmic and regular.]