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driftfleet2019-03-02 09:22 pm
unspangled) wrote in driftfleet2019-03-02 09:22 pm
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. ]
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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[ Hard to kill seems to be a thing with them. He's not all that assured (read: not at all) by Bucky's promise to not hold it against him if something goes wrong, but he also wonders if that even matters. When it comes down to the wire -- not if, but when -- then the two of them will see how right Bucky thinks he is. ]
Okay.
[ And that's that. He turns around and starts walking. Except, it's not quite the end of the conversation that Bucky is dreading. Steve removes the little comm device from a pocket and types in something. He doesn't look back. ]
No questions today. Will see about tomorrow, James Buchanan Barnes.
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[Bucky doesn't really relax as he watches Steve go - if anything maybe he feels more tense, knowing Steve is here, nearby, in the same place, and yet walking away from him. It's a hard, bitter pill to swallow, but he's done a hell of a lot of things that have been hard, for the sake of Steve Rogers. He can try to just make this one more of them. And hope that Steve comes back -
His communicator pings, softly, and it takes him a second, admittedly, to pull himself together and dig it out of his pocket. But then he sees the message, and - and he can't help but almost start to relax now, finally. He can't help the way his lips twitch, because maybe he shouldn't be smiling over that little, but somehow, it feels like a lot. It feels like a whole lot, and he stares at the message for a long, long time, before he finally lets out a breath he might have even been holding that whole time, and saves the message before he slips the device back into his pocket, and manages to walk away from the spot.]