ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ-ᴀɪʀ ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

[partialities]

Who: Margaery Tyrell, Cisco Ramon & Steve Rogers
Broadcast: nope
Action: yes, all over the planet and on the Windrose, Blameless & Starstruck
When: catch-all log for the duration of June & July, starters can be found in the comments! feel free to add one of your own or ask me for one/contact me at ladylike

also: cw for gif-use at the comments! all of them are sfw, however :>

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[uprightness]

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[ so admittedly, after the time spent wearing gas mask followed by the entire awful mess created by the atroma, the change of scene is welcome. there don't seem to be many troubles on this planet, the natives seem happy and satisfied with their lives and the peaceful atmosphere is more than appreciated.

it also gives him a chance to go back to a habit he has grown to miss. during the early hours of the morning, Steve Rogers can be seen jogging by the beach in his training pants and a t-shirt. unless you have some sort of super speed, it'll be a little impossible to catch up with him but he'll slow down for the second round.

sometimes, after that, in a sort of a last-minute decision, he'll lose the t-shirt and go for a swim, not minding the cooler water of the early hours. emerging, he'll spend his time watching the ocean and looking at the different sea-shells.

when the afternoon changes into evening, you might find him there, sketching the horizon line ]

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[ he makes himself useful. for a few hours a day, you could see him carrying boxes full of goods for the vendors and helping them setting up stalls. he refuses most of the money offered in return.

you might catch him at the part of the market that contains flowers, staring at the different choices as if the best one would present itself to him.

he's overthinking this entire 'get some flowers for a woman' thing but you're more than welcome to pitch in and help ]

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[ ok so even the most professional girls would like a cute, fluffy pet, right? right.

one warm summer day, you might find steve rogers at the outskirts of the forest, standing still and staring at something a few meters away. come closer, and he'll raise a hand, no sudden movement.

he has his eyes set on one of the creatures for some time snow and he might be holding a little box.

don't tell me you didn't want to see captain america capturing a cute ball of fluff. ]

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[ for anything else! ]

A;;

[reconstitution]

[ The planet comes at pretty much the perfect time. He can give his crew space and not be around people that don't feel comfortable around him. It's..nice. Winter doesn't feel like the walls are closing in or that his head is on a chopping block, waiting for the blade to fall.

A weight off his shoulders.

Another thing the planet is good for is the unfamiliar scenery. Sure, he's come across these things in passing or the rest are hidden in hard to reach memories. The beach is his favorite. There's something calming about just watching the water roll in and out, and the crashing waves drown out a lot of residual noise. The colors are beautiful once day passes, and he doesn't have to think about anything if he doesn't want. Not even being a person or keeping up appearances.

Winter doesn't even mind that his back is exposed and the sounds of approach are muted by sand and waves. Which is how he finds Steve in his venture to find a spot to sit.

The sight of him sketching is nostalgic in a way that he doesn't get the opportunity to feel much anymore. Some things are certain in his memory, and the ones that stand out the most are Steve is a very talented artist and Steve used to draw a lot more.

He tries to be quiet on his approach and lowers himself into the sand a yard or two away so he can watch both the sun sinking into the horizon and Steve capturing it. ]

[uprightness]

[ he picks up the hint of his approach but decides to let it be for a few moments. in truth, he can be happy in just this, just knowing he finally came out of the heron for some fresh air. he lets his pencil meet paper again until sand and water are clear on the paper, just beneath the sky. he would have liked, maybe, to have some color. it seems less warm in its grey and silver and white shades. another moment and then ]

I was hoping to see you.

[reconstitution]

[ Steve hasn't really been around much to witness the restlessness between planets. When they're stuck for a month wandering between ships or the Iskaulit and its artificial light. Maybe a lot of Winter's need to not be on the ship when docked on a planet is due to the years spent trapped in an icy purgatory.

He wants to be outside, because he knows the minute he has to go back, it's back to hiding. It's a selfish want to experience it fully before the unknown. Part of him feels a little guilty for over-indulging, but he's earned the right, hasn't he?

The breeze is warm and refreshing. Winter's attention flits back to Steve, and he offers a tilt of his head. ]

It's nice out.

C

[passingthrough]

[Kitty would say she's out exploring, but she's really just out enjoying not being on a spaceship. She's been feeling too cooped up and contained for awhile and now she just has to get out and run or climb trees or in this case watch Steve stalk something.

She moves in closer, taking silent, phased steps until she can follow his line of sight.]

...It's a slug.

Do you think it's going to fly away or strike at you if you startle it?

[uprightness]

I don't want to startle it at all.

[ he smiles at her. the slug is small enough, certainly but if he can collect him with as little fuss to the thing as possible, then why not. to the little guy, he once toasted. the compassion that drives him seems to make him feel a bit of pity towards the animal here, too.

that and. it could sting, potentially. ]

it took me a while to get him to come out.

[passingthrough]

[Well, if it's important to Steve... She softens her voice further.] Why do you want a slug? [It is kind of cute though. She hasn't encountered one yet, so she doesn't know anything about their special properties.]

A please?

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ God it felt good to run on something that wasn't a treadmill again. He hadn't really been able to on the moon due to the air, even though he had spent some time on the obstacle course. But that was different from just digging deep into your core and running. Much like Steve, Kirk takes to it in the early mornings - a part of his own natural routine, adopted due to his, well, poor sleeping habits, and a need for zen.

While he is a bit faster than a normal human thanks to his Augmented blood, he's nowhere near Steve. He pouts when the man passes him so quickly, but knows when he's outclassed. He waits for him to come back around, lightly kicking water at him from the surf with a teasing smirk. ]</sub>

Show off.

[uprightness]

Just giving you motivation.

[ his smile is easy. the air is cooler during those hours and the beach is fairly empty save for him and Jim and some early rising vendors already setting up their stalls on the shoreline. he halts, doesn't duck to avoid the water. ]

Another round?

[ he's done four but he could go for a fifth. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Yeah yeah, don't brag Steve, no one likes that.

Kirk jerked his chin and set off at a brisk jogging pace. ]</sub>

Something tells me I'm never going to be quite as fast as you, Captain. But I'm sure I'll learn to live with that.

b

[beathach]

[he's in the market place himself, in between the work he's been doing out in the forest, but when he spots Steve he decides to wander over and at least say hello.

. . . of course, he seems very busy staring at flowers, so Hank waits a moment or two, watching curiously before he speaks up, tone light]

Does staring at them help?

[uprightness]

Not as much as I hoped it would.

[ you know, there's picking up flowers for a girl you met the week before at a party or at a coffee place or wherever young fellas meet their gals and there is picking up flowers for someone, well.

there's picking up flowers for peggy carter. ]

I'm trying to decide which ones.

[ he gives him a little look. help, hank. ]

[beathach]

[do you know want help from someone who has never bought a girl flowers, Steve]

Are they for Ms. Carter?

B

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara's been flying a bit (showing off, perhaps...) and she lands next to Steve at the flower stall ]

Looking for something in particular?

[uprightness]

[ Steve has to arch an eyebrow when he sees it, half surprised and half impressed. it's as if nothing can take him by surprise and then - kara comes flying in, landing next to him, impressively quietly. he realizes she's more graceful in her flight than she is on her feet, almost as if this is somehow more natural to her.

perhaps it is. ]

I think so.

[ he's not sure what. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

But you're not sure?

[ she's needling just a little, but there's no edge to it because she's so joyful ]

seaside »

[mucked]

[ the sun is rising. and peggy, unwilling to stay cooped up in that inn (however lovely an inn it is!) on every morning, insisted that on this one she be allowed to carefully pick her way through the early morning almost-crowd and join him at the beach. she leans on him for support while they walk; her still-healing ribs make for a mighty fine excuse.

and at the shore, this morning, she finds a wide flat rock to sit on while he jogs. sometimes, she watches his figure bobbing in the distance, miles away. sometimes she watches the water turning blue then orange than blue again. sometimes she shuts her eyes and breathes in the salt.

by the time he finishes his run, she has collected a tidy pile of pretty rocks -- all worn down by time and seawater alike. and a bit of driftwood, too. the heap of mismatched souvenirs reminds her of childhood trips down to poole and to southampton. ]

My word, [ she greets him with a crooked smile. ] Do you run like that every day?

[ as if she didn't know. ]

[uprightness]

[ she is getting better.

This planet is far more welcoming than the moon and it doesn't take Steve long to understand she will do much better at the inn than in the captain's quarters aboard the Starstuck. The air is clear and the place is decent.

She finds him one early morning before he leaves for his jog and he knows better than to argue, especially when he knows she is right. A bit of a walk might do her a world of good and so he supports her as they make their way to the beach, her weight against him and his arm around her.

It's not so hot now, the sky is a mixture of oranges that quickly change to blue as he runs, welcoming a new day.

He is well aware of her even as he runs, not as closely as he was when she leaned against him but he casts a look in her direction every now and then and is perhaps a little relieved to return to her side after he has run a satisfactory number of rounds. ]

Gotta keep in shape somehow.

[ said with a smile as he leans to pick up one of those stones and look at it ]

That's a pretty keepsake.

[mucked]

[ the distance between them feels electric. on many a day, the air is charged when she speaks with captain rogers -- but today, it's taken on a different kind of energy. there had been a peace and an understanding between the pair of them, on their walk down to the shore, that could only have been born from the natural phenomenon of the planet. they had been warned against it, and yet they'd held onto each other all the same. as of yet, no memories have leaked through. but emotions have -- mutual ones.

she watches him inspect her stones and sticks. ] Maybe. If I keep them, they will be. [ she hasn't yet decided. ]

[winn]

[ in a real bed on real solid ground winn has been sleeping a heck of a lot better, which means instead of waking up in the middle of the night - he's waking up in the early morning. since kitty's still sound asleep, he leaves her a little origami fish on his pillow to indicate he's gone down to the beach, and goes to try and make kirk proud of him by keeping up with his training.

it's much nicer to jog when you're actually going somewhere.

when he sees steve pass by, he doesn't even try to catch up with him - the guy doesn't need to be a super soldier to make that an impossible task for winn. instead, considering the date and everything he knows about the man, he decides to use his wit to slow him down.

he stops in his tracks and starts singing the star spangled banner at the top of his voice. the rendition is a little shaky, as he hasn't given himself a chance to catch his breath before starting, but still pleasant enough to listen to. ]

[uprightness]

[ he mostly stays to sleep on the ship, himself. with trips back and forth towards the inn to see the others and to make sure peggy is doing well. Steve Rogers, like many other soldiers, cannot quickly get used to all this comfort and peace. the smaller, harder beds of the ship actually make him more at ease than the ones at the inn. getting used to the post-war world is a thing that will take a while longer.

he does, of course, stop as soon as the first notes of the national anthem are sung. an odd place to share respect but he won't voice any questions until after it is done. he exhales, places a hand over his heart and stands still until the end. he's not the type to join in the singing but he pays his respects in his quiet way.

he'll give him a little smile when he'll be done ]

you're a good singer.

A

[grandstanding]

[It's a rare morning that sees Erik down at the seaside. He's been thoroughly entrenched in one of the forest settlements since landing, and hasn't had much cause to return to where the ships are docked in the ocean. However, he remembered the fish markets, and assumed it would be easy enough to catch fish there as well. Best to make an early visit and find out.

He's sitting out on the edge of one last far-flung pier on the beach, one finger aimed at the makeshift metal hook he has sunk in the water as he watches the ebb and flow of the tide. Keeping an eye out for the silvery dart of fish, or other marine life. Steve swimming out into the waves is far more noticeable than all of that, though, and it draws his attention for the moment. When he draws closer, he calls out.]

You're keen, at this hour.

[uprightness]

The best way to end a jog.

[ he smiles as he walks over to the neat pile of his things, a towel, his shirt, his sketch notebook and takes a seat, drying his hair as he does. ]

Any luck so far?

[ gesturing towards the water. ]

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[uprightness]

[ Natasha's arrival didn't catch him by surprise, not entirely. She was here, he learned that during his stay. He knew she used to be the captain of the Windrose, that she had left the position to Vision and that she couldn't remember anything of it now. He also knows he was here, twice, once as himself, the other as the Winter Soldier and that he can't remember any of those things. He never asked for the details of it. Talking about it seems to have saddened both Winter and Peggy and that talking about it won't give him those memories back, anyway.

But it's difficult and for once, he has someone to talk to about those things. there would be the subject of Barton, too.

Natasha is tough as nails but all of those things together plus a space reality show? Steve thinks the least he can offer her is a nice dinner and the planet's equivalent of good wine.

and maybe something else too. when he picks her up, he places a little bag in her hand. ]

Figured you might like these.

[ they're sugared fruit cubes, a variety of whatever the planet seems to offer. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha takes the offered cubes with a teasing half smile. She's glad to see Steve here—if she had to have someone here to work with, someone she trusted to have her back, he'd be high on the list. She'd rather not have any of her friends here, not have any of the people kidnapped, but since that's not on the table... yeah, she's glad to see him.

She takes one of the fruit pieces and tries it.]

Not bad. You know, I think you're just flowers away from making this look like a real date.

[She's happy to see him. That doesn't mean she's not going to rib him a little.

Part of pretending everything is fine.]