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driftfleet2018-04-15 01:57 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-15 01:57 pm
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Who: Sam Wilson (AU) and you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: on the SS Bishop, around the Iskaulit
When: now and throughout the week
The SS Bishop
[ Sam'd barely woken up on the Marsiva before he'd found himself whisked away again, and honestly, he's not even surprised. Figures that he wouldn't have enough time to start to get his bearings before he's inexplicably brought somewhere completely new again; that's kind of par for the course of his life the last few years.
He can't even bring himself to be mad about the implant that he can feel just behind his left ear, the one he's guessing is responsible for the sudden influx of knowledge twisting around in his head. It's not like it's the first time that's happened, and at least it's a hell of a lot less invasive than what the Capitol'd done. There's a part of him that's aware that he's probably just deflecting, trying to focus on anything else to keep himself from going down that path, but he doesn't really care right now.
It's hard to keep himself from panicking, more because he's alone and he struggles with self regulation these days than anything else, but he's doing his best.
Mostly that means he's turned all his attention to exploring the ship he's ended up on. He can be found in the armory poking at weapons he doesn't fully understand, as well as helping himself to the sidearm he can make sense of; in the kitchen rooting around in the pantry and fiddling with the machines he's pretty sure make more sense than they should; or roaming the hallways, eyes flashing red and pupils dilating as he scans the walls like they've got secrets he can discover if he only looks long enough. ]
around Iskaulit
[ Most of him doesn't really believe this is the Capitol, not after the way the war'd gone, but there's always the chance that Snow or someone else had some kind of messed up last resort plan, and this is it.
It's enough to make him paranoid about, well, just about everything. He's not sure he really expects to find any more answers on board the Iskaulit than he did on the Bishop. But at least it's bigger, and eases some of the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped in addition to giving him more places to explore.
The garden... honestly just makes things worse, at the moment, and Sam isn't there very long before his wings start to itch under his skin. He'd wanted soothing, but instead he finds himself getting a little more agitated, and he takes off to the gym to get some of the violence out of his system. Sam turns his attention to one of the punching bags built for enhanced strength, going not quite full out against it, but pretty close. He'll slow down at the arrival of anyone else, clearly wary and uncertain though he musters up something like a smile and a casual "hey" in greeting.
Eventually he makes his way to both Malum and the Space Bar, less out of a desire to drink and more out of falling back on the habits he'd had while in the Capitol. It's a little different when there's not a crowd of Capitolites to disappear into, but he slides into a seat anyway with a nod in greeting for anyone who makes eye contact. ]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: on the SS Bishop, around the Iskaulit
When: now and throughout the week
The SS Bishop
[ Sam'd barely woken up on the Marsiva before he'd found himself whisked away again, and honestly, he's not even surprised. Figures that he wouldn't have enough time to start to get his bearings before he's inexplicably brought somewhere completely new again; that's kind of par for the course of his life the last few years.
He can't even bring himself to be mad about the implant that he can feel just behind his left ear, the one he's guessing is responsible for the sudden influx of knowledge twisting around in his head. It's not like it's the first time that's happened, and at least it's a hell of a lot less invasive than what the Capitol'd done. There's a part of him that's aware that he's probably just deflecting, trying to focus on anything else to keep himself from going down that path, but he doesn't really care right now.
It's hard to keep himself from panicking, more because he's alone and he struggles with self regulation these days than anything else, but he's doing his best.
Mostly that means he's turned all his attention to exploring the ship he's ended up on. He can be found in the armory poking at weapons he doesn't fully understand, as well as helping himself to the sidearm he can make sense of; in the kitchen rooting around in the pantry and fiddling with the machines he's pretty sure make more sense than they should; or roaming the hallways, eyes flashing red and pupils dilating as he scans the walls like they've got secrets he can discover if he only looks long enough. ]
around Iskaulit
[ Most of him doesn't really believe this is the Capitol, not after the way the war'd gone, but there's always the chance that Snow or someone else had some kind of messed up last resort plan, and this is it.
It's enough to make him paranoid about, well, just about everything. He's not sure he really expects to find any more answers on board the Iskaulit than he did on the Bishop. But at least it's bigger, and eases some of the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped in addition to giving him more places to explore.
The garden... honestly just makes things worse, at the moment, and Sam isn't there very long before his wings start to itch under his skin. He'd wanted soothing, but instead he finds himself getting a little more agitated, and he takes off to the gym to get some of the violence out of his system. Sam turns his attention to one of the punching bags built for enhanced strength, going not quite full out against it, but pretty close. He'll slow down at the arrival of anyone else, clearly wary and uncertain though he musters up something like a smile and a casual "hey" in greeting.
Eventually he makes his way to both Malum and the Space Bar, less out of a desire to drink and more out of falling back on the habits he'd had while in the Capitol. It's a little different when there's not a crowd of Capitolites to disappear into, but he slides into a seat anyway with a nod in greeting for anyone who makes eye contact. ]
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Wasn't you?
[Even as he asks the question, Thor considers and mostly discards the idea that Sam has left and come back. He already has experience with what that looks like - when Loki came back twice without remembering the other times. That had proven more delicate to work out without setting his brother on the defensive. It does put something else in mind, though...]
But you are still Sam, since you answered. [And knew who Thor was, for that matter.]
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Doubles are easier. He's used to those; he can deal with it. ]
Yeah, I'm still Sam. [ It feels almost easy to say that, at least superficially. He knows who he has to thank for that, but none of them are here right now, so he doesn't dwell on it. ] Just like you're still Thor, even though the last time I saw you, you had two eyes and were pretty pissed off.
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That does sound like me. [A good thing. He's never given much thought to him existing somewhere else. He grins a bit.] Though I assure you I'm still pissed off, even with just the one eye. I am just biding my time with it.
[If the Atroma made themselves even just slightly more visible targets, he'd be on them in a flash. There's going to be hell to pay when that day comes. All at once Thor comes to a decision, and snaps his fingers. Aha.]
Is this one of those alternate universe things?
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Thor's easier to remember, because he'd been gone by the time the Capitol got its hooks into Sam. There wasn't much to corrupt. ]
Long as that anger's directed at the people keeping us here, man, we're golden. And unless you remember being with me in an arena watched by a million or so people who wanted to see people kill each other for entertainment, then yeah, I'm guessing it is.
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Oh my god, were you on Sakaar too?
[If Sam was around that trash heap and Thor took off without him, that's really bad. Not necessarily his fault, but still bad.]
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[ He has to actually think about that, because he can't remember if the Capitol'd given any of them names. If they ever had, he'd never paid attention enough to use them - probably because it sure as hell didn't seem important when they were trying to survive them, and after they rarely talked about them except in descriptions. ]
I don't think so, but you actually recognizing the scenario sucks a lot. That where you were before you got here?
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[So Sam being there isn't entirely outside of the realm of possibility. He can't think of a reason for Sam to have been outside of Earth's orbit though, unlike the Hulk's mad flight away from Sokovia.
Thor drums his fingers on the table for a moment. It might not be the same thing, despite the similarities.]
It was called the Contest of Champions. Those enslaved by the Grandmaster were forced to fight in it.
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[ He fumbles, briefly. The Capitol is still twisted into his mind, and there’s still a part of him that’s ready to defend it, to acknowledge what it had to do to maintain order. But he’s able to pull himself back. ]
Doesn’t surprise me at all that there’s more than one planet like that out there. Did yours like to throw crazy parties in between arenas, too?
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That's an odd name for it.
[Thor just rolls his eye at that.]
I am fairly sure they threw parties during it too. I was not there long enough to see another contest, though. I had places to be and no desire to be someone's prisoner.