driftfleet | Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He smiles warmly. "Thank you, Captain Rogers. I do appreciate the offer. However, I think it will be best if I stay where I am. It is hardly the first time I have had a disagreement with someone I otherwise like. I imagine we'll both get over it in time."

Though if he spends a little more time working on his painting skills on the Iskaulit in the meantime, well, who could blame him.

And his eyes light up at Steve's reassurance. "Did you? That's good to hear. I admit, after he berated me I sustained some doubts."

"I don't regret what I did," he says strongly. "The Atroma believe they can do what they want to us. They destroy planets, kidnap people, tear them apart. If for even one moment we can show we're not helpless and not resigned to their show...it's worth it."

Steve had no illusions that they could have destroyed the Marsiva. This was making a point. And sure, there might be consequences, but the point was for the Fleet to have hope in their own power. To not surrender. That was worth whatever might come his way.

"If it gets worse, the offer stands for a night away. Or I can just back you up against Remy. Whatever you need, Vision."

The Vision seems to relax at that. Having Captain America's approval for his actions means they at least met some kind of moral code. It's been worrying to think that people would rather be prisoners with a few creature comforts than free--but that's not exactly a new thought, either. And he's been tempted by it himself. How not? He has a life here, and in many ways it's better than his life at home.

And some people don't have a home or a life to return to. He's risking that with this kind of attack, he knows he is. Whether it's still worth it is a tough call.

"I should visit the other ships more often," he admits. Outside of hand-delivered packages, he doesn't really visit them at all. "I don't mean to be a stranger."

Steve has no idea if it's normal to go visit all of the other ships or not. He's seen all of two counting his own and the other was Nat's. For all he knew he was being rude himself by staying away. There was a lot about this world he still needed to figure out, it seems. But at least Vision seems to be in the same spot.

"Well, you're always welcome. Just...don't argue with Looma. She seems to like any excuse to start fighting with people. Actually, that might be how her people say Hello, honestly. But still."

Some people do it every day. Others, only once in a while if at all. There were a few ships the Vision had never even visited - but then, he rarely went anywhere he wasn't invited.

"Er, I'll do my best." He thinks he remembers her as the one who had gone all-out attacking the Marsiva after someone had left, once, and that would also explain why Steve's ship hadn't been shy about firing on it again this time. "And if you'd care to meet my fish Tony or Bruce you're more than welcome on my ship as well."

Alright. That gets Steve laughing. "You named your fish after Tony and Bruce?" He doesn't wish them kidnapped but he sort of wants them to come here so that he can see them react to that information. Bruce would probably be pleased. Tony? He'd complain he should be something more exotic, probably. Like a lionfish. Or a shark.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to see them. I'll come over sometime soon. Once things settle down between you and your crewmember." No need to step into a powder keg, after all.

"They are red and green, respectively. I felt it appropriate." They're glowing fish, too - he picked them up from the very first planet he visited, along with a tank and several varieties of edible kelp. They can be used as light sources in case of an emergency, and have been used as just that when they fell through a nebula and lost power. (There are also Ultron and Jarvis fish, but he doesn't mention them.)

"I'd like that." He smiles again. "Thank you for inviting me here."

"Oh, man. I hope one of them comes here eventually. Not because they should be kidnapped. I just want their opinion on the red and green fish. That's amazing." He laughs again but warms up as Vision thanks him. He lifts his drink in a short toast to his friend and promises, "Any time. It's good to have friends here."

Bruce had been here when the Vision had arrived, but he'd disappeared so soon after that an introduction hadn't been made with his green namesake. And Tony...

Well, Tony's complicated. Even so, it might be nice to see him here again, especially if he was from closer to the Vision's point in the timeline. The last time, he'd been from so close to Ultron's attack that he'd still been uneasy and fearful around the Vision, and that had made them avoid one another more often than not.

Steve, at least, was willing to trust him. Even after he'd made his error in judgment that had cost Rhodey the use of his legs.

"I'm glad you're here," he agrees quietly.

Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Wrap?

sounds good!