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Who: Steve Rogers (Winter Soldier)
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: SS Golden
When: Post-shuffle

[The scene opens on the face of a man who looks to be in his thirties at most, with a short, thick beard and buzzed blond hair. His blue eyes have an icy edge to them, despite being more curious than anything, and he speaks in a low tone.]

... I'm guessing I don't get a choice here. No exits, right?

[At least he seems to know for sure that he should be getting a response.]

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... I'd probably laugh.

You and everybody else in the Fleet. I would too, if I wouldn't probably be dead. From that meteor crash, you know.

How about we hope there're no meteors and just laugh at the idea?

You know, I'll settle for that. Even better, we never see those space-assholes again and just go back to reenactment planets and all that stupid shit.

Reenactment planets?

Yeah. Last month, we were on this planet, Mor? Where the entire thing was all... super low-tech and medieval and shit. Horses, blacksmiths, jousting tournaments, smelled terrible. It was pretty fun, though. Everyone there just lived like that.

... If it was super low-tech, how'd you guys get away with spaceships?

Cloaking devices and this whole welcome center inside of a volcano. That was also cool.

... Not a real volcano, then.

Uh, no. Not a real volcano. There was kind of some... weird stuff about it all but for what it was? I had fun.

Huh. Sounds like I missed a good time, then.

Considering we're here to entertain the masses? Doubt you'll be missing out for long. Pretty sure stopping here wasn't exactly on the original itinerary, either.

You can't always predict how things go, right?

Never. Like, who would have thought we'd end up back in the Dark Ages while we're running through space? And then this shit...

[ Which sounds more loaded than it ought to, but Aaron's just a bit stressed with the returning powers and planning for next time and all. ]

Sounds like you've had a full plate. Taken any time to breathe lately?

We're in space. Breathing is overrated.

You're gonna stress yourself out to the point of exploding.

Been there, done that. T-shirt blew up in the flames.

[ He waves his hand vaguely. Poor kid is just used to constantly, always deflecting that this doesn't even register. ]

Then avoid a repeat. We're grounded, right? Use that virtual reality thing to bring up a calming place.

[ That gets a laugh. Guess who got himself banned from the VRD? Not that it really stops him, but it's funny in how terrible it is. Then he frowns and looks a little more searchingly. ]

You're not some kind of shrink, are you, Commander?

Nowhere close. But I know a thing or two about pressure. It builds, whether you like it or not, and if you don't let it out once in a while, it'll make you regret it.

[ There's a pause here. ]

Okay, I think we're getting off-topic here.

Alright, alright, fair. I'm prying, and we just barely know each other.

What do you do for fun around here?

[ Thank fuck. He looks relieved at the change in topic. ]

Well, the clubbing scene is dismal but space booze isn't actually that bad. Lots of sightseeing to do when we're actually docked somewhere.

Space booze. I might be persuaded to check that out in the meantime.

[not that he can get drunk but maybe some space booze is awesome enough to get his 4x metabolism]

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