brooklyn_boy (
brooklyn_boy) wrote in
driftfleet2019-03-05 10:01 pm
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.
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.

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We shall see.
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Or I could teach you?
[Steve's not sure if either of those are actually appealing to Loki but he'll reach around for something.]
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[Oh. Wait...]
Let me guess: gods already know all that?
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I know the arts. Quite well, in fact.
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[Steve suddenly isn't as confident about handing his painting over.]
Well. Maybe you can teach me something new then.
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If you like.
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Magic, art and the sciences all come together. It would be a poor education if I was not capable of each.
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Does that mean you can make magic paintings?
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If you have been on the First Breath, you would know that the walls are charmed to show realistic paintings of one's homeland.
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Really?! You did that?!
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I did. What of it?
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I can learn it? That?
Can we go see now?!
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Right now? Why?
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We can see then if you want.
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Oh wait. I should get my...
[Steve is even more unsure about giving him the gift now.]
Actually. I should do more work on it....
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That is up to you. Neither painting is going anywhere.
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It is a magic thing. I have never taught mortals and I'm not certain it is possible.
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Even if I can't learn, maybe you can fix up what I make. It can still work well.
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It's your decision.
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They could use the memory-wall I created.
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