driftfleet | Action + Video | Captain on the bridge. Sort of...

Who: Steve and you!

Broadcast: Video, yes: Fleetwide

Action: SS Bishop
When: Yesterday, after arrival

ACTION:
Steve has just about managed to acquaint himself with the strange, new idea that he is now in space when the next curve is thrown his way. One second he's standing in a hallway, just about to walk up and ask someone if they have any idea what he's doing here. The next, he's...on a bridge. With confetti? And are those pudding cups? What the Hell is going on? He blinks around, his first instinct to always look and see if there is some sort of fight about to happen. Hands are in fists and he really wishes his shield was somewhere around here. But he dropped that in the dirt a few months ago, so fat chance.

Steve will stand down slowly, once no one attacks him right off the bat. Sadly, he's been in this position before; in a strange place and time, not knowing why or how. His thoughts are back on Earth and with the friends he's broken out of their floating prison and now, seemingly, abandoned. Maybe there is a way out of here. Or, maybe, he's needed here more? Hopefully someone is going to be able to talk him through it all.

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Many hours later, Steve sends out a broadcast, finally understanding how and wanting to reach out to anyone else that might be here. Anyone else he might know.

"Uh. Hey. My name is Steve Rogers. Hopefully I'm doing this right and you can all see and hear me. I just arrived about..." He looks down at something and then scrubs a hand over his face as though in disbelief. "Two days ago. A lot got packed into those days, it seems. But I'm sure you all know how that feels."

Steve pauses, shifting a bit before getting closer to the camera, face serious. "I've met some people here so I know that what happened to me has happened to a lot of other good people. I have questions and a lot of things I want to look into. But first, I want to know who else is out there. Who else might have the same questions I do and who wants to start getting some answers."

He moves back and tries to smile. "Or who maybe just wants to talk? Anything. So, yeah. Thanks. How do I....um. Is it this butt-"

Video cuts off abruptly.

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"Oh, you don't have to use my title. It just makes things awkward, I think, when most people here don't use them," Sansa says. She doesn't want Steve to be uncomfortable, at all, and she's grown used to simply being Sansa among the Fleet.

"It's old habit that I introduce myself with it, I'm afraid. I've been here...two moons, I think, in this stretch. Last time I was here for longer. There was a period where I left in the interim."

This is the not the first time he's heard about this. About how people come here and leave and then come back without any memory. Sansa seems unbothered by it which baffles Steve a little, but that could just be for his benefit. Besides. There is something more important to question.

"You left? How did you leave? From what I can tell we've all been kidnapped and I hear people leave. But how?"

"I didn't get to choose it, unfortunately," Sansa says. It's a terrible thing to lead with, the hope of leaving voluntarily, and she wishes she hadn't. It's not fair of her to give false hope like that.

"For me, it was as if no time passed but my husband and friends here told me I was gone for several months. I wish I knew more about it to explain."

Steve should have expected that but he's still disappointed. He forces on a smile all the same, not wanting to have their first conversation marred. "That's unfortunate that the choice wasn't yours. But I'm sure your husband was glad when you came back."

He sighs a little, mood still somber but no less determined. "Does that happen often? Leaving and returning?"

“Returning not so much. Often enough not to be unusual, yes, but usually people leave and don’t come back with their memories. It’s as if it’s a different person altogether, someone with no experience in the Fleet,” Sansa explains.

“But my husband and I both disappeared and came back with our memories intact. I don’t know what that means.”

"Neither do I. But that would be a great thing to figure out. Why did you both get to keep your memories? Why do others get them taken away?" Steve frowns, not sure what to make of it and not liking the loose thread hanging in his view. It was taunting him.

"Thank you, Lady Sansa," he is an old-fashioned, respectful guy. Also military; titles mean things. "I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about this. For what it's worth, everyone here has been real swell to a newcomer. It helps."

"It's overwhelming to be new," Sansa says, sympathy in her voice. "And I remember how lost I felt when I first arrived. Not everyone has the benefit of someone from home, either, so I like to introduce myself to the new people so that they have at least one person to ask questions of and get some answers."

It helps her pass time as well, to give herself a purpose, and Sansa enjoys the work. "I'd hate for someone to show up and be all alone without a friendly face."

Steve smiles back at her. "No chance of that with you around, Lady Sansa. I thank you very sincerely for taking the time to talk to me. Answer my questions."

He still has a million more. Probably the same million everyone else here had. Sansa more than anyone with her odd disappearance and return. That alone deserved a good deal of attention. But not right at first.

"I'll be sure to reach out again. Friends are a good thing to have. Especially so in strange places."

“I do so look forward to hearing from you again, Steve. I hope that I can be of some help to you as you acclimate to this place.”

Sansa doesn’t know how helpful she can truly be, considering she does come from a time that seems a bit backward to most people, but she does try.

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