April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

Comments

[pulcher]

Not at all. I can't imagine you having a hard time with anything like that.

[ she's far too skilled. he never really appreciated the how until he saw her shift between an American bombshell and well, herself. ]

You know, instead of going through all this trouble, we could wait it out.

[ preferably in bed. ]

[mucked]

[ alright, she's curious. peggy catches his meaning rather quickly -- but she decides to play innocent for a question or three while reaching for her shoes. ]

...Wait it out?

[pulcher]

Those things last for a few days. Makes sense. Instead of you going over there and then having to go back and buy clothes that I'll never again -

[ smiling oh so much ]

And I'm comfortable.

[mucked]

Steve. [ drawn out to nearly two syllables of indignant disappointment. ] You can't stay cooped up in here -- it could be a week!

[pulcher]

It just might, yeah.

[ but from the way he's eyeing her, it's not clear if he's seeing any drawback. ]

[mucked]

[ oh, rogers. oh rogers. she leans forward on the bed -- heels of her palms denting the mattress until she can get just far enough to look him dead in the eye. ]

You'd last a day stuck inside. Only a day. Perhaps not even that long.

[pulcher]

Prove it.

[ he arches an eyebrow. ]

I think I'll last the whole week.

[mucked]

And you understand, of course, that I won't be here the whole week with you.

[pulcher]

Well, it was worth the try.

[ alas. ]

Well, guess we'll have to stick with your plan.

[mucked]

Was it? [ she stays leaned in and ruffles a hand through his hair -- it's not an uncommon gesture from her, whatever his size. ] Be honest. Do you really think you could spent a whole week locked up in here? Even if I did join you for the entire time?

[pulcher]

Honestly?

[ he tilts his head, considers and it looks as if he might realize something when, ]

The whole damn week.

[mucked]

And how, pray tell, would he keep boredom at bay for a whole damn week?

[ she echoes his words with a smile -- temporarily distracted from her mission to see him clothed. ]

[pulcher]

[ this would all have been easier yesterday when he could tug her close and kiss her properly. Now he has to plan this entire thing ahead. ]

You know, we could try and find out.

help* not he, sigh.

[mucked]

[ the shoe is on the other foot. it's certainly an interesting experience.

still. ]

What, no plan? No strategy? Not even a shade of an idea about how to stay entertained?

Happens to me all too often :|

[pulcher]

Well.

[ he smiles, reaches over to touch her cheek. It's really something else, how different it all is when she runs a little warmer than him. He hums, leans up to kiss her, a little longer, far more indulgent. ]

If I tell you, will it make any difference?

[mucked]

[ goddamnit. he's got her -- dead to bloody rights. peggy drags a knee back onto the mattress and finds herself crawling back into bed despite the brief effort of getting dressed. she meets his kiss, toys a moment with his bottom lip, and lets slip a happy sigh. glitches be damned. ]

It may do.

[pulcher]

that's playing it safe.

[ may do. steve understands two things at that instant. one, being like this is going really, awfully awkward with most people around the fleet, those who know him and those who would be introduced to this form only to see him change again. two, this level of difficulty and awkwardness had fled this room the moment peggy scolded him for daring to indulge in self-pity.

it's all so odd but not in any way that's less than exciting. he can feel her weight above him for a change, solid and sure. he moves his fingers from her cheek to her neck, slipping just beneath the necklace.

for a split second he understands that while atroma may think it's funny, they also gave him a chance to know what it would have been like, what they would have been like, if it weren't for the serum. ]

[mucked]

Not at all. It's playing it smart.

[ it doesn't matter what else has changed -- his eyes remain the same. oh, she's positive his sight has regressed but what she sees, what his eyes look like, is comfortingly familiar. in the end, it's all she can see: the ways in which he's the same man he was the day before, just packaged differently. same mind; same heart.

she tilts her head -- letting him toy away beneath the gold chain. ]

[pulcher]

One and the same thing, you know.

[ besides, this can count as getting familiarized with his senses all over again. thinner now, the fact that his color is high becomes evident. it's the proximity that does it combined with the very specific context of that necklace. ]

[mucked]

Hm. Maybe. [ she's nearly nose-to-nose with him. designs for later start to formulate in her mind -- a message she'll need to send to barnes, for one. but for the moment she's content to sit here and watch his cheeks turn red. ]

Still. You never answered. What's your plan?

[pulcher]

Well, you know, these changes take some time getting used to. I gotten used to enhances sense pretty quickly, I think it might take a little longer the other way around.

[ only sensible, right? ]

I have to learn everything all over again.

[ tragic, really, only he doesn't seem to really mind the entire thing, not when he can lean up and find the spot just beneath her ear. ]

[mucked]

[ goddamnit. serum or none, a featherlight kiss just there still invites a quiver along her spine. a hitch in her breath. peggy compensates by nudging him back onto the bed -- easier done, now, with the heel of her palm. ]

And you're proposing you start relearning with this. Not, say, flying a shuttle or a round of pinball?

[pulcher]

Don't really care for the shuttles.

[ not one bit, really. Not when he can get himself reacquainted with, re-familiarized, with these little details, the refined scent of her soap and the way her breath catches. his is knocked out entirely, back hitting the mattress but he laughs, filling his lungs with air. ]

Besides.

[ he shrugs ]

You hate my landings.

[mucked]

[ despite the dark nature of the comment, peggy laughs: low, like thick chimes. she contends with a very real desire to proceed despite his non-answer, but ultimately errs on the side of raising her chin and replacing her vulnerable shiver with a hard look straight into his eyes. ]

Still so evasive. Carry on like this, and you'll make me begin to question whether the serum affected your ability to be forthright and honest too.

[ wry, calculated, and perhaps just to get revenge for his comment about his landings. ]

[pulcher]

Really? this, from the woman who blames me for being a sentimental sap?

[ he arches an eyebrow, evidently not buying this whatsoever. ]

Are you sure you want me to be honest? and there won't be any complaints about sentimentality? not a one?