Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March



[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

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[theroadwarrior]

[Max seems almost attentive — listening to Steve, trying to focus on his words, trying to work himself back from a mental fog — but the guards are barking orders and Max's eyes flick from the doors to Peggy to Steve's composed face, and within Max's own expression is an anxious and frightened feral man. The two years of work on him is unraveled, and despite his best attempts he can't focus.

He shakes his head, a violent sort of twitch in an attempt to see things straight.

Lights play in ugly flashes and faces imprint on the back of his eyelids.

'They're coming to get you Max.'

'Get the muzzle, boyos...'

'Come down here with us, Max, it's so cold.'

He scratches at his face, trying to remove a muzzle that's not there, slaps his hand against the wall and braces himself. He hears... Peggy...? Peggy's in the room. Can't breathe, can't get out. Water all around. They'll drown. The ghosts say it, and Peggy's here, and Steve's here, and there's blood dripping out of Max's nose, a punch to his face, no mask there, no caves, but the ghosts keep talking the room is too small and surrounded guards coming dangerous not safe run get out find car get in car and drive drowning no air ghosts Peggy Steve— ]

Please.

[Knock him out.

He's asking you. Please, fucking rattle his brain until it shuts up.]

[mucked]

[ there's a panel beside the doors. and in a last ditch attempt to stave off the dasioe and their (well-placed) ire, peggy tries to pry at its cover. growing heedless, she grinds her fingertips between the pieces of metal -- breaking a nail or three in the process.

a glance over her shoulder tells her all she needs to know. ] Do it, [ she commands. there's no pretty solution to this -- and at heart, neither she nor steve were the sorts of people who solved problems with well-reasoned words. better to knock max out and ask for forgiveness later.

much like how she would have to do with the locals after picking up the discarded gun and firing three rounds into the decontamination room's door panel -- something sparks and whirs. she only hopes it's enough to stop the authorities from getting in. ]

[uprightness]

[ he doesn't like this one bit. it feels too nostalgic, it feels as if, by now, he should have found another way to help except for brute strength but it doesn't change anything, not one thing. He hears a request followed by an order and nods. It's easier as he struggles a little less now, easier to deliver a blow that will knock him out but that won't cause any other damage.

There's a sigh, he really doesn't like this - followed by a decisive punch and then - there's silence. ]

-- Well, that was an entrance.

[ dryly. it'll be better to stay out of these people' way as much as possible with an introduction like that. ]

We have to get him back to the ship before he regains consciousness.