sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs ✮ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ (
uprightness) wrote in
driftfleet2017-01-01 06:41 pm
ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴜs ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
Who: steve rogers circa civil war + you, yes you
Broadcast: nope
Action: various;
When: throughout january
[ new year, new memories and what begins as one monstrous headache.
it takes a couple of hours to sort through everything that's new, to make sense of a kaleidoscope of memories, images and sounds. at first, he starts writing it all down, lagos, the sokovia accords, the UN, black panther.
Only the dry details and nothing of what starts to weight down on his shoulders, faces and names that inspire a heavy, intimate, terrible sort of pain.
And so an avoidance of a sort begins that lasts through the two days the new year. Hours upon hours spend on the library aboard the Iskaulit, reading books and making nothing of them. It's an odd sight, Steve Rogers in one of the corners of the room, staring at a book and randomly picking up a notepad and writing something down ( another detail that comes up, scott lang or spiderman ) and then staring at the notepad only to go back and stare at the book.
He might also be found at odd hours at the gym; evidently, taking out his burdens on a punching bag, seemingly lost in thought even as takes out what seems to be a world of trouble on the thing.
It will take these two days of isolation before those of the fleet start seeing steve rogers off the Iskaulit. He'll make a return to the Starkstruck, though this return, too, will be a reclusive matter one will have to actively seek him to find him in the weaponry or otherwise, in his room. ]
Broadcast: nope
Action: various;
When: throughout january
[ new year, new memories and what begins as one monstrous headache.
it takes a couple of hours to sort through everything that's new, to make sense of a kaleidoscope of memories, images and sounds. at first, he starts writing it all down, lagos, the sokovia accords, the UN, black panther.
Only the dry details and nothing of what starts to weight down on his shoulders, faces and names that inspire a heavy, intimate, terrible sort of pain.
And so an avoidance of a sort begins that lasts through the two days the new year. Hours upon hours spend on the library aboard the Iskaulit, reading books and making nothing of them. It's an odd sight, Steve Rogers in one of the corners of the room, staring at a book and randomly picking up a notepad and writing something down ( another detail that comes up, scott lang or spiderman ) and then staring at the notepad only to go back and stare at the book.
He might also be found at odd hours at the gym; evidently, taking out his burdens on a punching bag, seemingly lost in thought even as takes out what seems to be a world of trouble on the thing.
It will take these two days of isolation before those of the fleet start seeing steve rogers off the Iskaulit. He'll make a return to the Starkstruck, though this return, too, will be a reclusive matter one will have to actively seek him to find him in the weaponry or otherwise, in his room. ]

no subject
[ spoken as if he never considered it. but then, there is no point trying to distract himself with reading if he's actually not getting any reading done. stretching his legs, he tilts his head with a little smile, considering. ]
Alright then. What do you usually do on your breaks?
[ she, much like him, doesn't seem to allow herself many of those. ]
no subject
[ It's been how many years and it's still something Hermione is learning. Summer holidays had barely been any kind of break for her, and it's not as if she had much time for herself in the Drabwurld, running as much of the Seelie court as she could in her role as Marchioness.
Taking a break is a little bit like asking her to shave her hair off - it's not really going to happen. ]
Well, I like to take a walk around the ship, take a peek into my garden, make sure everything's growing okay...
no subject
Guess we're going on a walk.
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Come on, it's this way. I'll give you a herbology lesson.
no subject
[ what not? he allows her to tug him with her, falling into step beside her, light and easy for a change. he smiles, arches both eyebrows as he asks, ]
Herbology? and what will the lesson be about?
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[ It brightens her up, and she beams at Steve. ]
I'm sure you'd love to learn a little magic.
no subject
[ oh boy ]
Never figured it to be one of my talents.
[ but he does take an active interest and asks, ]
Say you have plants and you want to make potions, where does the magic come into play?
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[ It's not too far to the garden, and Hermione smiles softly as she tilts her head up to look at him. ]
The magic works as something like... An agent to bring it all together. The plants aren't inherently magical, but all together they work.