Mission 01: Action

[unspangled]

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. ]

Comments

The Marsiva

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky has just only barely gotten used to seeing Steve around; sometimes he spots his friend from behind, and this little weird ping goes off in his brain, like he's seen a ghost, and he's still trying to get over it.

That's what happens now, only - only it's different. It's not Steve. But it is Steve, Bucky would know that blindfolded and upside-down, deaf and sideways. He stops dead in the common area, and if he's staring... well. Too bad.]

Steve?

[It might not be Steve. Maybe it's just someone with his face. Or it might not be his Steve. The other one isn't, and Bucky's learned by now that he's maybe the fifth Bucky Barnes to walk these halls.

It still feels like his heart has stopped, anyway.]

Marsiva

[sassy_assassin]

[ Sara found the bar supplies fairly quickly. she obviously hasn't spent the whole time there, but she is back, pouring herself some... well, mystery liquor. it wasn't as well-stocked as the bar she worked at on the iskaulit, but hey, alcohol is alcohol. She notices this Steve when he comes into her view. Her assassin training has made her excellent at clocking others who have gone through some sort of similar experience. Steve interests though because to this point, she's just noticed those particular quirks on a certain someone else. She keeps a casual aura and tips a glass toward him ]

Can I get you a pour?

Heron

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha hasn't been over here much since Barnes left—the last Barnes, not one of the new ones—but since Iron Bull gave her a lecture on the Marsiva, seemed like she should get back in the habit of visiting. In this case, visiting might mostly mean checking to see if everyone's all right.

But when she catches sight of Steve's face paired with this decidedly different body language, well, could be she's come up with another reason to visit more often.]

Hey. [She keeps a safe distance, giving him space. Her posture is intentionally non-confrontational.] Settling in?

SS Heron - The Cargo Hold (which also serves as a work out area)

[theirondragon]

[When Steve makes his way down to the cargo hold, he'll find a modest set of exercise equipment: weights, a treadmill, a 50lb hanging punching bag, and a massive giant of a man (no really, he's just at 7 and a half feet tall) with horns at broad as his shoulders, working the weights. He's added some since the former captain left the ship to him after his departure, and if Steve cares to count he's pressing 500lbs?

He growls in satisfaction, more of a grunt really, as he racks the bar as Steve approaches, and suddenly the big guy realizes he's not alone. He sits up from the bench, giving Steve a look over with his one good eye, before he speaks.]

Haven't seen you before. You new to the crew?

The Marsiva, here to make an entrance?

[passingthrough]

[Kitty doesn't love the part where she's been in this fleet for the last three years against her will. And she doesn't like feeling confined. Her power has always been about defying the limitations of a solid lifestyle. During regular fleet travel when she has her ship she breaks up the time by visiting the systems they are near and if they're drifting she makes trips to space stations when they're available or if nothing else she takes regular trips to the Iskaulit to work and train. It's not the world's greatest routine but it keeps her feeling level. At this point she's been on the Marsiva a long time and the only chance she gets to leave it is spending her nights in the heads of her fellow captives. It's not the greatest release. So, today she is just walking through walls and tables and chairs to expend some excess energy and feel a little less contained. She stops—with only her head and shoulders coming out of a wall divider—when she sees a familiar face.]

Steve? [She knew he was in the fleet but she hadn't seen him in person yet. Just the one time in his head. And while she knows all too well about dopplegangers she has no idea there are two Steves aboard yet.]

heron;

[necromanswers]

[You know what's a good spot to scout out when you're in a new place? The kitchen! And he'll find it already occupied by a blonde elf who's busily cooking up a meal, with food enough for a handful of people. Even if he's quiet, her long ears perk up at his arrival, and she glances over her shoulder to check who it is.

...Huh. New face.]

Hey there, handsome. Feeling peckish?

Marsiva

[seeingscarlet]

[The kitchen isn't empty. Wanda's shuffling around trying to put together a decent meal, lazily stirring something on the stove with a tendril of scarlet power. The selection here is pretty basic and she's sorely missing the spice rack on the Twin Roses.

She turns and gives Steve an odd look, like she's trying to parse the facial hair. That's...new. Unless it's not actually Steve. Look, this place gets confusing sometimes.]

Steve?