Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

[brooklyn_boy]

Who: Steve and everyone else who just needs to get drunk. One closed to existing CR
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit/Space Bar
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the eff out of Marsiva


[OPEN]

Tony would probably be proud of Steve, if he were able to see him right now. He'd slap his back and welcome him back to the world of inebriation while ordering shots for everyone in the bar to commemorate the day. As it is, though, Tony isn't here and, without him, there's not a damn person who would feel proud in this entire bar. That's part of it's charm.

Steve sighs and swallows his fourth drink. It's strong and alien and somehow enough to give him a strong buzz but not enough to really get him drunk. Not yet, at least. But he's not a quitter, so bottom's up! He hisses a little at the burn of it and feels, not for the first time, like he was being a coward. He saw some stuff in those rooms, sure. But other people had it so much worse. Saw so much more. He should really be thankful, actually.

But he's not. And this is a 30's approved way of getting over trauma. There were worse ways of coping, he was sure. So for now he's just going to stay in his seat and keep ordering drinks until that elusive drunken state hits him once more.

Should only take another hour or three.


[CLOSED TO EXISTING CR]

No one could blame Steve for starting. He'd messaged his friends about fifteen minutes ago, telling them to meet him at the bar for some drinks. But just sitting here, waiting? It was done better with a drink in hand to look social, at least. And it's not like that one is going to be his last. No, after Calibrations he can imagine himself coming over here quite often. He can imagine all of them coming here quite often, in fact. But maybe tonight (today? Space was hard to judge) would help take some of the sting off. Or at least some of the awkwardness. 

But it wasn't as though they <i>chose</i> to share all of that. Loki, Steve is sure, would have preferred to keep his death to himself. And Thor? I am sure half of those memories were things he'd rather not have replayed over and over again. And <i>Hux</i>. God... That was just what Steve knew of. Who knew what other people had put his friends through? What they'd been through themselves? 

Steve preemptively orders another drink for whoever shows up first. Whoever it was, he's sure they won't say no. Not now. 

First round is on him.

Comments

[sandywolf]

[He's very average weird, Steve. Very average in general, to be honest.]

You said you were a super soldier... does that mean that humans' taste for experimenting on themselves have somehow managed to produce actual results?

[brooklyn_boy]

In my universe, yeah. They actually figured it out in the 1940's. But just this one guy who...sadly passed.

[Steve still wonders what could have happened if he'd been saved.]

Some other people too. It's not as crazy in my universe, honestly. A lot of people are augmented somehow.

[sandywolf]

I do wonder if it is a good or a bad thing. But human curiosity knows no bounds.

Did you at least volunteer for it?

[He's heard too many tales... he's been captured a few times himself although thankfully it never got to the experimentation stage before he was freed.]

My world has scientists who tend to be a little too... adventurous with experimenting on supernaturals to augment themselves, and they rarely think asking for consent or cooperation is all that important.

[brooklyn_boy]

Yeah. I volunteered. I knew what I was signing up for. [The idea that others don't is horrifying. Steve doesn't even want to know what kind of experimentation is done in this man's world. It sounds horrifying.]

Doesn't anyone try to stop them or help the victims in your world?

[sandywolf]

We stop them when we find out. We have official representation in the British Empire and are considered members of society. We are expected to respect certains standards of decency when interacting with humans and they must do the same. However, not all countries are so progressive. In fact, if you'll allow me the little jab, the Americas are shockingly backwards in that regard.

[He heard the accent.]

People are well aware that attacking a vampire or a werewolf is against the law, so they don't do it openly. I used to work for the Bureau of Unnatural Registry. We investigate crimes against supernaturals or committed by them, with official sanction.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve perks up hearing this. This bureau sounds a bit like SHIELD except probably not infiltrated by HYDRA. He smiles, suddenly very glad to be talking with this man beside him.]

Sounds like you're doing good work. At home I protect humans from supernatural beings just because the attacking usually goes the other way around. Seems to me we're in a similar line of business.

[He holds his glass up to clink with the teacup.] Do you have anyone from your team here with you?

[sandywolf]

[Lyall gives a half smile at the clink.]

I haven't worked with them in about twenty years now. I had to leave due to... personal circumstances. And no, no one from the BUR is here, although their current head is a member of my pack. As of now, my only responsibility are pack. I leave the rest to the younger ones.

Do you have many supernatural attacks, then? Werewolves and vampires?

[brooklyn_boy]

[He has questions about the whole 'pack' thing but he puts them on pause in order to answer what was asked.] More like aliens. But some have powers that are like magic. Others are just stronger or faster than normal humans. Either way, they come to destroy human life and we have to stop that. Sometimes I feel like I'd rather have werewolves and vampires. At least they were human once.

[sandywolf]

They were humans, yes, but not all of them were very nice humans even prior to being turned. And not very nice humans do not make nice werewolves or vampires.

[Not to mention, immortality does make some people a little funny in the head after a while.]

[brooklyn_boy]

[This world sounds interesting. Steve can't help but be fascinated at what sounds like a horror movie come to life.]

I can see how that would be true. Power doesn't usually improve people if they were bad to start. [Just like his serum.]

Are any of those ones here?

[sandywolf]

[Ah. That's a difficult question, Steve.]

... The worst specimen I have had the displeasure of crossing paths with are not, no. But if I am to be perfectly honest, I am not sure I would call myself a very nice person.

Immortality... changes your priorities. We do have a sense of right and wrong, but we are also more easily able to ignore it.

I am the Beta of my werewolf pack, and it is my duty to keep the pack together. By any means possible. And I have had to do just that several times in the past, and I am sure that some people would tell you my methods caused them much pain. I freely acknowledge it, and I have made amends whenever I could. But I would still do it again exactly the same way if the occasion arose again.

[brooklyn_boy]

[What is it about Steve that seems to get him all the morally ambivalent people, here? He frowns a little but the explanation is actually pretty easy to understand. Immortality would put things into a different view. His own serum made his lifeline one that was difficult to predict. He can understand how that makes one take a step back and reassess life.]

I can understand protecting those you love. I hurt people too, doing that. And I'd do it again.

[He exhales.]

How much of your pack is here?

[sandywolf]

[Those he loves... well, again more complicated than that. There are certain members of the pack that he has no lost love for, but pack is beyond that.]

Only my Alpha. Lord Falmouth. Maybe you have seen him around. He has a hair salon on the Iskaulit.

We also have a vampire acquaintance who arrived recently.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve nods because he saw the broadcast.]

Yeah. I saw him talking about getting hair done. Is he any good at it? I should probably get mine worked on. It's getting a little long. [Being a refuge on the run doesn't mean a lot of barber visits.]

[sandywolf]

He's very good. And I don't say that just because I am married to the man, although I freely admit to being biased. But he's always been good at doing hair even before he was turned into a werewolf.

You should tell him I sent you if you go there.

[brooklyn_boy]

Married! Oh! [Steve was still raised in the 1930's, no matter how long he's been here in this time. It's enough that he is fine with this and, actually, very happy for his drinking partner. Just not enough that the reminder of marriage between people of the same sex not being illegal doesn't still surprise him, at first.]

Well, I will definitely be going to see him then. But...uh, I don't think we ever exchanged names?

Steve Rogers. [He extends a hand for a shake.]

[sandywolf]

[Don't worry, Steve, your drinking partner is from Victorian England. It surprised him too when the subject was first brought up.]

Yes. It's a recent development. Our ship Captain here was kind enough to officiate. It would of course be quite impossible back home for us, but someone mentioned it, and my Lord is a hopeless romantic, so one thing led to another.

[And there you go, two married werewolves.

And he will shake than extended hand with rather more strength than you'd expect from someone with such a diminutive frame, but of course... werewolf.]

Randolph Lyall. Pleasure.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve is pleased enough to shake without worrying about breaking the other hand. He smiles at Randolph politely.]

Pleasure, really. It's good to meet you and to learn more about different universes.

I'm at least glad here you were able to marry who you wished to

[sandywolf]

Likewise.

Thank you. I must admit that while I never even thought of it before, it was a beautiful day.

[There's a few things he's curious about, though.]

.... May I ask what, exactly, your abilities are as an augmented man? You don't look much different from the regular ones, albeit in a more.... fit way.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve smiles, used to the question.]

When I was born I was pretty sick. Small and scrawny. A scientist gave me a serum that enhanced all of my natural abilities. Therefore...[He gestures down at himself.]

I have enhanced strength, speed, constitution, healing... Basically just can do what other humans can but...more.

[sandywolf]

So you did mean super soldier rather literally, then.

... But there is just one of you?

[One would, think, with the ability to create super humans, people would make armies of them.]

[brooklyn_boy]

Well.... There were supposed to be more but the scientist died before that could happen.

Even so, my best friend got a variant of it, so he's pretty much the same as me.

[sandywolf]

And he didn't think to document it? How very... unscientific.

[he knows enough scientists to know they write down everything. He is a bit of one himself and he does.

Maybe he should be more concerned about the fact that some guy tried to augment humans, but he's not.]

The last scientists we caught experimenting on supernaturals were kind enough to document everything, which was of course very useful for prosecution. Was this experiment sanctioned?

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve nods]

The thing about the serum is that it could be used to make an army the likes of which this world had never seen before. In the wrong hands...

Well. My best friend was the victim of it being in the wrong hands. It gets ugly real quick.

[sandywolf]

All scientific invention ah the potential to take a turn for the worst in the wrong hands... I suppose that this is always the problem with them. Who gets to decide which hands are right and which are wrong?

[But you're right about it getting ugly real quick, Steve.]

Although sometimes our own are not much better. We recently had a spot of bother with an American werewolf in London recently.