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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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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.