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driftfleet2019-03-13 09:20 pm
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Action | Of course they put us on Creepy Planet
Who: Steve Rogers, you, and stillgotmyleftarm
Broadcast: Nope
Action: B'lire
When: From their arrival to the planet till ???
Good Day's Work
Steve likes these kinds of jobs. In the absence of saving people, it's the best way to feel useful. Not to mention, of course, a great way to stay in shape. So Steve signs up for pretty much any and all construction jobs the local area needs. Pitching barns, clearing land, chopping wood. It's a good way to clear the mind and to lose oneself in a singular task. And it's also a good way to meet and talk with the locals. Locals who seem to be convinced that there are strange, urban-legend creatures around these parts. He listens to all the stories of cow-lickers and Slim Jims with a neutral patience he hopes doesn't betray how little he believes any of this.
Then again, he's talked to a werewolf and has fought aliens. Maybe he shouldn't be so dismissive.
But until he sees one, he's going to stick to his work. Today is putting up a fence for a farmer which has the added challenge of dodging sheep-like creatures that are loose until he's finished. At the moment Steve is balancing a log in one hand and holding an ax in the other, trying to get away from a particularly enamored animal. He wasn't made for this farm life. Not at all.
"You're making me feel a lot less bad about having you with mint jelly," he warns with absolutely no seriousness behind it.
Did You See That?
After a full week of work even Steve needs a day off. After Bucky made comments about his presence in bars the saloons don't seem like a good option so instead Steve goes to the museum at Gossiping Pines Lodge. It's not terribly expensive for admission but the little he spends still feels like a rip off. This planet was seriously invested in these fables of theirs. A whole museum of 'evidence' and stories. Steve spends about an hour before calling it and heading out instead for a walk in the woods. It's a nice day and it's a luxury in the Fleet to have some time to one's self. Still, his mind goes back to the museum as he walks and thinks about the crazy things he saw.
And that preoccupation, perhaps, is why he sees what he does.
He's deeper in the woods when a sound alerts him. It's heavier than the woodland creatures he'd seen so far. Almost like another person but not quite. He stops, calling out a greeting in case it's a hunter who can't see him yet. Don't shoot! You won't kill him but it's not a good feeling! But it's not a hunter, he sees as the figure comes into view. It looks like a man in a robe. A long, black cape. One that looks like wings... Steve stares, nothing about this feeling right. Which is when it turns and puts it's glowing red eyes on him. And flies up and into the trees.
"Man-Moth?" he remembers. But no. Steve rubs his eyes. No. No, that couldn't have been real. Just his imagination. Had to be.
Funfetti or Bust
With two Bucky's in the Fleet, Steve had felt especially determined to celebrate his friend's birthday. Sure, one didn't remember him, but everyone liked cake, right? Yeah. Well, he guessed he'd find out eventually. But for now, he's got to make sure he can even get the ingredients for the cake. No gels here. Not if he could help it. And thanks to the clone drama going on, he's got some money to burn but it's been a minute since he's done this. Not only that but he used to have his ma's cookbook to guide him. Now he's just working on memory and what seems to make instinctive sense.
Steve holds up what looks like a lumpy egg and inspects it. Is this like a chicken egg? Does it react the same way? Probably, right? Only one way to find out. He grabs a dozen and moves on to the flours that...all look exactly the same. "Shit..." Yeah, Steve curses. Call the newspapers. He scrubs a hand over his face and leans in closer as though proximity was his big problem, here.
This is going to be the worst cake, ever.
Camping BBs (Locked to stillgotmyleftarm)
Steve and Bucky had grown up in Brooklyn. It was the best place in the whole world but it had a pretty big deficit of thick forests and clean lakes. Because of that the times the two of them had gone camping could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to play the trumpet. But it had been something they talked about. Going to the Grand Canyon and camping for a few days. It had been a nice idea, if completely unrealistic. Except for now, it seems.
The cabin is small and Steve had to pay for it with labor but it's worth it for the chance to actually be out in nature. Soon enough they'll be back on the ship and longing for the fresh air. Might as well take advantage while they could. And besides, it was Bucky's birthday and Steve wasn't about to spend time in another bar trying to get drunk with him. They needed a change.
"There's fishing," he says as he drops off a small bag that makes a strange, clunking noise. Another filled with real food is put on the table. "Not pizza from Charlie's, but it'll do, old man."
Broadcast: Nope
Action: B'lire
When: From their arrival to the planet till ???
Good Day's Work
Steve likes these kinds of jobs. In the absence of saving people, it's the best way to feel useful. Not to mention, of course, a great way to stay in shape. So Steve signs up for pretty much any and all construction jobs the local area needs. Pitching barns, clearing land, chopping wood. It's a good way to clear the mind and to lose oneself in a singular task. And it's also a good way to meet and talk with the locals. Locals who seem to be convinced that there are strange, urban-legend creatures around these parts. He listens to all the stories of cow-lickers and Slim Jims with a neutral patience he hopes doesn't betray how little he believes any of this.
Then again, he's talked to a werewolf and has fought aliens. Maybe he shouldn't be so dismissive.
But until he sees one, he's going to stick to his work. Today is putting up a fence for a farmer which has the added challenge of dodging sheep-like creatures that are loose until he's finished. At the moment Steve is balancing a log in one hand and holding an ax in the other, trying to get away from a particularly enamored animal. He wasn't made for this farm life. Not at all.
"You're making me feel a lot less bad about having you with mint jelly," he warns with absolutely no seriousness behind it.
Did You See That?
After a full week of work even Steve needs a day off. After Bucky made comments about his presence in bars the saloons don't seem like a good option so instead Steve goes to the museum at Gossiping Pines Lodge. It's not terribly expensive for admission but the little he spends still feels like a rip off. This planet was seriously invested in these fables of theirs. A whole museum of 'evidence' and stories. Steve spends about an hour before calling it and heading out instead for a walk in the woods. It's a nice day and it's a luxury in the Fleet to have some time to one's self. Still, his mind goes back to the museum as he walks and thinks about the crazy things he saw.
And that preoccupation, perhaps, is why he sees what he does.
He's deeper in the woods when a sound alerts him. It's heavier than the woodland creatures he'd seen so far. Almost like another person but not quite. He stops, calling out a greeting in case it's a hunter who can't see him yet. Don't shoot! You won't kill him but it's not a good feeling! But it's not a hunter, he sees as the figure comes into view. It looks like a man in a robe. A long, black cape. One that looks like wings... Steve stares, nothing about this feeling right. Which is when it turns and puts it's glowing red eyes on him. And flies up and into the trees.
"Man-Moth?" he remembers. But no. Steve rubs his eyes. No. No, that couldn't have been real. Just his imagination. Had to be.
Funfetti or Bust
With two Bucky's in the Fleet, Steve had felt especially determined to celebrate his friend's birthday. Sure, one didn't remember him, but everyone liked cake, right? Yeah. Well, he guessed he'd find out eventually. But for now, he's got to make sure he can even get the ingredients for the cake. No gels here. Not if he could help it. And thanks to the clone drama going on, he's got some money to burn but it's been a minute since he's done this. Not only that but he used to have his ma's cookbook to guide him. Now he's just working on memory and what seems to make instinctive sense.
Steve holds up what looks like a lumpy egg and inspects it. Is this like a chicken egg? Does it react the same way? Probably, right? Only one way to find out. He grabs a dozen and moves on to the flours that...all look exactly the same. "Shit..." Yeah, Steve curses. Call the newspapers. He scrubs a hand over his face and leans in closer as though proximity was his big problem, here.
This is going to be the worst cake, ever.
Camping BBs (Locked to stillgotmyleftarm)
Steve and Bucky had grown up in Brooklyn. It was the best place in the whole world but it had a pretty big deficit of thick forests and clean lakes. Because of that the times the two of them had gone camping could be counted on one hand with enough fingers left over to play the trumpet. But it had been something they talked about. Going to the Grand Canyon and camping for a few days. It had been a nice idea, if completely unrealistic. Except for now, it seems.
The cabin is small and Steve had to pay for it with labor but it's worth it for the chance to actually be out in nature. Soon enough they'll be back on the ship and longing for the fresh air. Might as well take advantage while they could. And besides, it was Bucky's birthday and Steve wasn't about to spend time in another bar trying to get drunk with him. They needed a change.
"There's fishing," he says as he drops off a small bag that makes a strange, clunking noise. Another filled with real food is put on the table. "Not pizza from Charlie's, but it'll do, old man."