driftfleet | Mission 01: Action

Who: Steve Rogers (AU) + Open
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Marsiva; Around the SS Heron
When: February 26-28; March 2, post Shuffle

[ The Marsiva ]

[ This is not the Steve Rogers you are looking for. Unsettled, in completely unfamiliar surroundings, he spends much of his time lurking in whatever corner he can find, listening in on snippets of conversations that don't involve him simply to try and figure out what happened. Where he is. He wanders what limited space there is, exploring the confines of this strange vessel, making a mental map of where things are.

He does not voluntarily initiate conversation with anyone the first day, only taking care to note where the washroom is, where the recreational areas are, where he can find food. It's not until the second day, with the same faces and same smells and the same sense of solidity that Steve lets himself believe, just a little, that this might not be a HYDRA plot. That he hasn't been captured and dragged back to Siberia for reconditioning. That this isn't a complete mindscrew. Possibly. Hopefully.

Maybe it's shortly after that potential revelation that Steve starts looking for somewhere he can get a drink. ]

[ SS Heron ]

[ And then he wakes up on a strange ship for the second time. Because nobody seems to know what moderation means. Can't a guy be kidnapped in peace? Can't he have more than a few days to get aquainted with the idea of extraterrestrials and game shows and how GOD DAMN BIG space really is? No? Well, fine then.

The confetti burst outside his door is just adding insult to injury.

Pudding isn't the worst thing he's ever eaten, though. And he can't taste anything really off about it. (Like mind-altering or sleep-inducing drugs). That's a plus. So the next logical thing to do is explore this ship. You know, in case he has to break out of it in a hurry. For reasons involving intergalactic kidnapping. And other things. ]

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[ He moves with a modicum of caution; the woman's ears mark her, he thinks, as someone other than baseline human, and that tends to come with abilities. He's not afraid of other people's abilities. There aren't many things he is afraid of anymore, but wrecking the place where you get food doesn't seem like the brightest idea. You know, in case a problem develops.

It also takes him a moment to recall what peckish means. So many languages in his head, and why does English have two or three words for everything? ]

I could eat, [ He offers, hovering near the doorway in order to examine the room. Plus, it keeps him out of her way. ]

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I would hope that everyone can, in theory, eat. I'd end up with way too many leftovers on this ship otherwise.

[She gestures towards the table, so he can sit if he wants, and crouches down to open up the oven and check on some kind of roasting meat. It smells amazing, much better quality than the mediocre food paste they'd been eating over on the Marsiva for most of their imprisonment.]

I take it you're our new crew? I heard the jingle. I'm Lup, I'm supposed to work security around here.

[ He does as requested only because she doesn't make it an order, and folds himself onto a seat with a good over-all view of the room. Mostly so nobody can sneak up on him. ]

Steve Rogers. I think I'm communications.

[ Someone's idea of a terrible joke. ]

You think?

[Well, it can be kinda hard to get your bearings, initially- she gets that. Unsatisfied by the contents of the oven, she shuts it and faces him properly, slipping off her mitts and leaning against the counter.]

Welcome to the Heron, either way. We're a pretty chill ship overall, so don't expect to work too hard. I hope you're not easily spooked by bull horns, though.

Yes, I think.

[ Because it's disquieting to have information in his head that isn't from HYDRA or his own experiences and he's still sorting it out. Of course, he might be sorting it out for a while. ]

Thanks. And only if they're attached to a bull.

[ Actually bull, Terran beast, not ... the other guy. ]

Hm... well, close enough, I guess.

[His response makes her think that he's probably met their captain, though, so she moves on.]

Did you just arrive, or were you around for the whole... shitty dream sequence dealio on the other ship?

[ He hasn't, yet, but Natasha warned him that the captain was interesting, so there's a good chance he's keeping that in mind. Just not picturing bull horns on a person. ]

I arrived on the other ship, but nobody messed with my head. [ Other than the augment thing and knowing how to communicate with the other ships if he thinks about it. ] That I know of. Been here a few days.

Whaaaat? Lucky bastard. I mean, relatively speaking. You dodged one hell of a bullet.

[Not that being stuck here is much better, but still better, overall.]

[ he lifts an eyebrow. ]

I did what?

[ and he'll leave the slur against his mother, even if he barely remembers her right now, alone. ]

You dodged a...

[Oh. Slang tripped him up? Hm. Might have to rethink how she talks to this one.]

You, y'know. Avoided the shitty experience we all got? Somehow?

[She shrugs. Half her vocabulary is slang, sorry, dude.]

[ it does, sometimes. He's more likely to recognize slang from before 1940, to be honest, as he begins recovering solid memories. ]

Oh. I guess so.

[ may the force be with you, Lup. ]

[Hmm... talkative one, this guy. Oh well, she's known worse. With a shrug she checks on the food again, this time pulling it out and dishing portions onto two plates, leaving the rest on top of the oven for the crew to pick away at when they're hungry. She carries the plates over and sets one down for him, parking herself in the seat across the table. Tt's nothing fancy, just chicken parm with a vegetable medley, but it's fresh and carries a pleasant scent. Someone definitely knows their way around a kitchen.]

We get normal food on the reg around here instead of that nasty paste, because I'm rad at what I do, so you should get at least one decent meal a day. If you've got any faves, requests, or allergies, speak now, or live to regret your silence later! Oh, and if you know how to hunt, meat can be kind of a pain, so stuff you find on the planets we visit is useful.

[ He had talkative beaten out of him for a long time. Give him some room to feel comfortable, and to realize he's not going to be punished for voicing his opinion. Habits like that can be hard to shake, especially when they've been ingrained for decades. ]

I don't ... I don't know. [ He frowns, then hesitantly takes the seat across from her and stares down at his place. Even living on his own, interacting with people when he has to, this kind of thing still takes him by surprise. ] I can hunt a little. And if I think of any, I will.

[ then adds a, ] Thank you.

Hey, no problem.

[She's getting the impression, with the way he stumbles through it, that he really isn't very chatty, which is fine- she's good at filling the void. She does make a mental note to figure out his limits so she can appropriately annoy him up to said limit without crossing it. That sort of thing is important when she's involved. Today's just his first day, though... she can be nice. Mostly.]

You any good at fighting?

[ Well, it's a fact that he hasn't had many occasions to be chatty for the last, oh, seven decades. Outside of giving his enemies (and later masters) information that he really, really didn't want to. So conversation is just one of the many things he's having to relearn the beats of. ]

Yeah, I'm good at that. Why?

It's a good skill, that's all! We don't do a whole lot of it, sure, but some planets that we stop at are dangerous. It's a good policy to get yourself armed as a just-in-case.

Plus at least half of us on board love a good tussle, so more folks to practice with can't hurt.

[ Part of him doesn't like the sound of that - are the Atroma that conniving when it comes to entertainment? Part of him recognizes the logic. ]

Then I'll get myself armed. But, [ his expression sobers. ] not that great at ... tussles.

[Mostly just comes down to "better safe than dead".]

No? Maybe you just need some practice. How do you get better if you don't spar with people?

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