[open] august starstruck mingle

[wingedman]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck
When: August 1-31

Everyone on the Starstruck is regretting their life and their choices. Why does anyone want to visit this ship again?

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sam | open

[wingedman]

[Sam can be found in the lounge, a small drone purchased from the planet on the table in front of him. He's got some bits of scrap metal (painted red and silver), and it looks like he's trying to attach a small camera that transmits back to a tablet (also bought on the planet) onto the drone. What use is a drone made for remote spying in outer space? Hell if he knows.

He's also in the kitchen, experimenting with something he's pretty sure is pasta. Apparently he picked up some food supplies, and he's trying to make spaghetti, just for a change in the menu. He tastes the sauce with a spoon, makes a bit of a face, and adds some spices in.

(There's also a box of bakies on the table. You're welcome to have one.)]

[edwinjarvis]

Oh!

[—is the fond noise behind Sam, as Jarvis looks at this box of baked goodies.]

These are quite lovely; are you a chef of sorts, Mr. Wilson?

[When can I hire you to work at The Melting Pot?

Despite the dark cloud around the Starstruck recently, Jarvis is dead determined to be more cheerful than he's been the past few weeks; it'll do no good, to give in to the darkness of the calibrations - and of everything in between. It's just terribly hard, and most definitely draining. He'll do it anyway.]

[wingedman]

Hey, Jarvis. [Sam turns away from the stove to give him a wave and a friendly smile. Unlike everyone else on the ship, he doesn't seem to be under a bleak cloud of depression or...anything else.] Those aren't mine, I got 'em from the planet. I can cook, though. Making some spaghetti tonight - I'm pretty sure this is tomato sauce. Tomato-ish sauce, anyway. Space tomatoes.

[edwinjarvis]

[He appreciates your lack of depressive clouds. Jarvis has had his own, though he's well versed in masking them with work and henning over others; it's a trade secret. He wanders over and observes the spaghetti-in-progress, eyebrows raised. He looks to Sam.]

Exploration is vital to cooking, at least.

Hopefully it's tomato-ish enough; it may very well not, but you may be onto a special new dish if it isn't.

[wingedman]

It tastes pretty tomato-ish. Not as acidic as you'd expect, but that just means you don't have to try and cut the acid. Only one spoonful of brown sugar.

[Yes, that's his secret ingredient. Trademark Sam Wilson, do not steal.]

I bake, too. You oughta see my pecan pie. Recipe's been passed down in my family for generations.

[edwinjarvis]

[Gasp.

His hand practically goes to his heart. Bless.]

Mr. Wilson, you must come cook for the bistro. You're under-utilized for your culinary knowledge.

[wingedman]

Oh, I don't know about that, but I'll come and cook for you, sure. Be nice to have something to do around here other than poke around the engine room.

[The Starstruck is a nice ship, and it runs smoothly most of the time. Doesn't leave an engineer a whole lot to get up to, though.]

[edwinjarvis]

[Jarvis is certainly pleased by this turn of events.]

It's one of the reasons I created the bistro, certainly.

As much as I enjoyed cooking for a select few, it hardly kept enough of my time. I had far more to do when I... worked for Mr. Stark, and alongside Miss Carter.

[wingedman]

[Tony's dad, right. He's mentioned that before. It's just strange to hear someone else referred to as Mr. Stark - but it's probably equally weird for Jarvis to hear people talking about Tony.]

I can imagine Peggy would've kept you busy, yeah. She seems like the type.

[Not demanding, he doesn't mean that. More like the type to keep going nonstop, and expect much the same of her companions. Sam knows that, because he knows Steve, and in some respects (many), Steve and Peggy are two peas in a pod.]

[edwinjarvis]

Most certainly, yes.

I've had her clinging to the top of my car while whole structures implode, among other things. Working with her has always been a -- new and unique challenge.

[wingedman]

[Sam just. Raises an eyebrow.]

Be glad you haven't had your steering wheel ripped out while you were driving. It's real hard to explain that one to an insurance adjuster, let me tell you.

[And he was so close to paying that car off.]

[edwinjarvis]

... I have not had the pleasure of having my steering wheel spirited away, but I have had the pleasure of being in the back of a speeding milk truck full of explosives potent enough to level a small town.

[He rolls his eyes to the heavens as he says it, as if he must pull from deep wells of strength and patience. By god, that was the worst voyage.]

Most unpleasant. It smelled of sour milk and chemicals.

kitchen

[reconstitution]

[ It's been a little too long since he's visited the Starstruck, especially with the negative impact of calibrations and wanting to avoid pretty much everyone. Now, he has a few people to check on. Bucky's not really looking for anyone in particular at first, but he smells something cooking and wanders toward the kitchen. At the very least, he can ask whoever's in there where everyone is. When he sees Sam, he can't not mess with him, right? So he'll stand silently in the doorway for a few minutes. ]

Hey, traitor.

[wingedman]

[Luckily, Sam's been carefully avoiding talking about calibrations with everyone whose head he was in - not that Bucky's among that number, and he should probably be glad for that, because Natasha's was bad enough. He doesn't want to think about what Bucky's might have been like.

But unfortunately for Bucky, he has been talking to Steve, and Steve revealed one key fact about his best friend. A fact that Sam would never, ever exploit for evil.

Except for the part where he totally would and is.]

Nice to meet you, where you been?

[reconstitution]

[ Good, another person who will completely ignore calibrations. He is all for ignoring what happened. And completely willing to bother Sam. It's been a while.

And he's being weird already. ]

Been around.

[wingedman]

Uh-huh. I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

[How does Sam have an encyclopedic knowledge of Taylor Swift lyrics? The world will never know.]

[reconstitution]

[ ..Uh-huh. Sam, you're secretly a teenager girl, don't fight it. ]

He told you, didn't he? [ Because of course Steve did. ]

[wingedman]

[Not as much as Bucky is, apparently.]

Maybe sometimes I just feel like quoting shit.

[Look at how innocent he is. Totally innocent.]

[reconstitution]

[ Hey. HEY. He just knows enjoyable music when he hears it. ]

All right, sure. Everybody okay?

[wingedman]

[Sure, Bucky, sure.]

As all right as anyone ever is around here.

[Sam pauses for a moment and stirs his sauce very deliberately, trying to sound casual when he speaks again.]

Steve say anything to you about the shield?

[reconstitution]

...Fair enough.

[ It's not really a surprise, given who the crew is and how they deal with things. He raises an eyebrow, though he does fight not being more concerned. ]

What about the shield?

[ After everything that happened, he can kind of guess, but doesn't want to draw conclusions. ]

[wingedman]

About not deserving it anymore, that kinda thing.

[What passes for typical Steve talk these days, as much as Sam hates to admit it.]

[reconstitution]

[ Steven Grant Rogers... The sigh that follows Bucky rubbing his face wearily speaks volumes. ]

Does he realize the shield is just a symbol? He never needed it to be who he is?

[ They're not following the symbol, and Bucky's pretty sure Sam is following that same scrawny kid from Brooklyn that he is. Steve's always been hard on himself, and he understands how the conclusion came around after recent events, but not deserving the shield? Steve's always been above the shield. ]

[wingedman]

Pretty sure the answer to that is no.

[Sam's tone is dry, because he agrees wholeheartedly with Bucky.]

But, hell, you know how he is. Won't listen to anyone else once he's got some stupid idea like that in his head. I didn't even try to tell him no.

[Maybe Bucky would've had more luck. Maybe he should have tried to out-stubborn Steve, but he doesn't know if that would've done him any good in the long run. And he's worried about him too much to fight him.]

He said he wants to find who he is, and he can't do that with the shield.

[reconstitution]

I can't say I don't understand needing to do that. At least here, he has the luxury.

[ Steve has been practically nonstop since he woke up from the ice, he probably didn't give himself a second thought aside from acclimating to the future. ]