( september event log )

[hownkai]

Who: Everyone
When: September 2nd and on
Where: The Fixed Moons of the Runoff.
What: Something goes down. Far, far down...
Warnings: Potential drug use, alcohol consumption, sex. Please label your content!

E V E N T L O G

the lucid disparity "Never be the first to arrive or the last to go, and never, ever be both." After several weeks of moving through the Luminous Sea, the Moira has nearly reached the edge of this illustrious place within the Runoff, and things are finally beginning to shift back into their normal state of being. Shiplife has returned to a somewhat regular pace as job changes have taken effect, and there is a peaceful sort of silence throughout the crew that hasn’t existed on board in over a month. However, as most things do on this journey, this much needed break does not last long. Once the Moira exits the outer ring of the Luminous Sea, all internal functions immediately begin to shut down. Permanently. Unlike before, this loss of power careens the entire ship forward and initiates emergency functions and evacuation procedures. All MIDs alert each crewmember of safety protocols to follow with an alarm, designating appropriate evacuation points as well as the nearest spacesuits as per the Emergency Mode function. Basic life support systems (artificial gravity, oxygen, etc.) will last only as long as the backup stores of solar energy from the wings lasts—which, considering the Moira’s size, is about two hours maximum. Communications within the ship are fractured, but they still work enough for brief contact. Captain Ira sends a brief message to the crew alerting them of what he suspects to be the cause of the problem: the Moira’s internal core has begun an unintended reboot. (Anyone in contact with Navigator Manasseh will find her unresponsive, and if found on the Directory, her status will be listed as RED.) Unfortunately, neither the Captain, prior Captains, or First Mate have time to attempt any further explanation. Without any guidance and essentially free-falling through space, the Moira is at the mercy of the gravitational pull of the nearest celestial body. It appears that it is time to temporarily abandon ship. WELCOME TO ? ? ? ? ? With enough impact to shake everything around it, the Moira crashes into the waters of this unknown place. Those lucky enough to have reached the EEUs will find their landing to be somewhat more gentle, though the dispersion of the Emergency Escape Units may leave some crew scattered farther from the ship than others. Yet, regardless of where anyone lands in this seemingly endless ocean, there is only one place to navigate towards: a single island. The sun is warm on this planet, almost tropical, and the air is breathable. There is no detection of life just on the shore of this island, which is where Captain Ira and First Mate Egan direct any and all crew within range. Staying on the Moira, at this point, is not a possibility, but those within jobs of repair will be asked to assist in restoring all necessary functions as they wait for its systems to reboot themselves. Those in cryo in the Medbay are moved to the beach, where Captain Thán will remain with them as the rest of the crew moves further inland to explore. ☄ IN THE JUNGLE YOU MUST WAIT While some crew remain behind on the beach with the Moira, others are more likely to begin a search for resources, supplies, and other living beings on the island. Eventually, the sand and water give way to a thick, dense jungle with various types of natural flora and rather vivid plant life. What might seem strange, however, is the fact there seems to be no animals to speak of. The jungle, while rather beautiful to look at, remains eerily quiet. Almost too quiet. As you walk, it’s easier to hear your own thoughts, and the further in you move, the easier it is to notice how quickly those bright colors begin to disappear into a thick mist that’s forming around your feet. With each step forward along a surprisingly well-traveled path, the fog continues to grow until it’s impossible to see anything in front of you. Hopefully, you were smart enough to travel with another crewmember because getting lost in this fog can leave you wandering for hours or days. Perhaps even forever. Take hold of the person with you and continue pushing forward on the path. Or turn back. Ultimately, either choice will lead to a safer place than stepping off and getting lost in the mist. ☄ THE FLOWER RIPENS WITHIN ITS PLACE Clearing the jungle and the fog that has thickened with every forward step appeared to be a never ending task, but the sheer beauty of the massive stone buildings carved into the mountainside that looms up above are breathtaking once you reach the opposite side of the mist, light reflecting off marblesque pillars and a stained glass dome. Up the steps leads crew members to a flat and open courtyard where the hosts - averaging between five and six feet tall and green with bright colors - of this world offer food and shelter in exchange for one thing: step into one of the small changing rooms and bathe and dress in the finest that they have to offer. Clothing and jewelry are offered after you are bathed in scented water, and then, you are led back into the courtyard to wait for everyone else to be ready. All crew members are shone equal attention. Robots are buffed until they gleam, AI’s are offered temporary forms or any manner of upgrade they’d like, and any immediate need will be met without hesitation. ☄ WHEN STARTED, WHERE DOES IT MORALLY END Once everyone is clean and dressed in fresh clothes provided by the natives, it’s time for the real festivities to start. The hosts are more than generous as they lay out an elaborate feast of local foods that are much too tempting to say no to. Drinks are served liberally, and no cup remains empty for long. (You might even wonder if the cup magically refills itself as there is no bottom to be seen.) There is something to suit every taste, and a request need only be made once before one of the natives goes off to fulfill it. As the feast continues, you will begin to hear music. The natives live to celebrate and encourage their visitors to do the same. Their worries can be forgotten for the night in favor of losing themselves to simpler pleasures. Indulgences do not stop at food, drink and dancing either. Cards and dice sets are brought out for those who wish to test their luck, and there are several natives who would happily engage in physical competition with the crew to see who might come out on top. And for those with something else on their minds… there is space set aside for anyone who wishes to have a bit of private time with another. Still, what’s stranger than all of this generosity for nothing is the compulsion to participate in these activities. There is literally no limit, and while moments of hesitation or questions are normal, it’s near impossible to deny those wants. Indulge, and let all of your worries melt away. Hours become days becomes nights, and those nights never end. ☄ NOW STRING THEM TOGETHER AND ANSWER ME THIS Throughout the entire building, there is only one room that has a guard set before it. Anyone who approaches is given the same riddle to answer as follows: It's always there, just beyond your reach. Stuck between lands and skies and seas. It sets. You may go towards it, yet distant it will forever rest. There is no punishment for failing to answer except that the door remains shut. For those who answer correctly, the guard stands aside as the door slides open. The room behind it is transcendent, and most beautiful of all is the pool that rests in the center. The waters seem to have their own faint glow that casts a soft light on the ornately carved walls of the chamber. Any who choose to enter its waters will find that any issues they are struggling with are no longer so troublesome. The mind finds clarity, and problems that appeared insurmountable before now feel like they can be easily conquered. (This prompt comes with some rules. Please read the OOC event plotting post before doing anything with it.) ( ooc; For questions, go here. 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steve rogers | open

[abide]

ＷＡＴＥＲＥＤ ＤＯＷＮ

[ He doesn't make it to one of the EEUs. There's too much chaos to simply ignore anyone who's scared or needs help, doing what he can to guide anyone to an evacuation point, and by the time those precious few hours run out, the Moira lands hard in the water. So hard it rattles his teeth, tosses him around, knocks the breath out of him. It's a vibration felt through his entire body, tasting the tang of blood when everything stops ringing and things begin to settle. Steve doesn't remember the ship ever being this dark either, using the light from his MID to guide his way along, looking for those who are still in need help or happen to be injured. The ache in his limbs and head says it was worse than what he'd actually felt, though he doesn't know exactly to what extent.

... until he exits the Moira through one of the doors not submerged and sees all of the EEUs in the water.

With the shield on his back, he makes a clean dive, swimming to the closest pod. ] Hey. [ It looks as if there's someone close by but not in the EEU. He doesn't smile, though his expression is earnest. ] You okay? We should't stay in the water any longer than we have to.

ＪＵＮＧＬＩＮＧ

[ Steve's spent a decent amount of time doing a check of the beach and the crew before he decides to venture beyond the sand. Some of the plants are a little strange, but it's nothing he gives much thought to, stepping forward along the path and senses sharp. All he makes of it is the fact there are no sounds - unusual for a jungle like this - and no one else around. At least, not for a while, and it feels as if he's been walking for a good solid hour by the time he recognizes someone else from the Moira up ahead. The fog is slowly beginning to set in, but it's nothing incredibly thick just yet. ]

Do you mind if I join you the rest of the way? [ His smile is thin, not entirely pleased with the situation but trying to make the best of it. If anything, he's glad to share the quiet with someone else for a while. ]

ＰＡＲＴＹ ＴＩＬ ＹＯＵ ＤＲＯＰ

[ The reception from their hosts is... odd.

Some part of him doesn't mind the bath after having swam in the ocean and then letting it dry, the salt itchier than he'd realized, and the clothes are surprisingly loose, comfortable. The party itself is good until he begins to feel a little too warm, not unlike the moments when he'd been able to get drunk before the serum. It's not nearly as intense though, only causing him to smile more and flush a bit when he interacts with anyone who might bump into him. Steve maneuvers his way through the more crowded room into one that only houses a couple of people, and though he may or may not recognize the person closest to him, it doesn't stop him from stepping into their personal space. He offers them a cup he's been holding; it's still filled, something a bit spicy but still good to drink. ]

It's something, isn't it? [ The music makes him want to dance, or— A glance across the room where two someones happen to be kissing, and Steve suddenly feels remarkably awkward. Is he trying to flirt? What's going on here? ] The party, I mean. [ Not so smooth, but he is making an effort to be endearing. ]

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ

[ Feel free to bump into Steve anywhere between the Moira crashing and the party itself. If there's something you want to do and aren't sure, just drop me a PM or hit me up over @ overcasts!]

Party Til You Drop

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ After spending time working on repairs for the Moira, Dutch is definitely in the mood for a party. Of course, when is she not? She’d taken a solitary dip in the ocean, relaxing in the warm water. This was a time for fun on dry land. There’s something about this planet, though, that has her acting slightly looser than usual, more relaxed. She stopped worrying about their ship hours ago. It’s less like an emergency landing, now, and more like a blissful vacation.

When Steve offers her a cup, Dutch takes a sip without so much as questioning what the drink is. She offers him a smile. ]

Definitely one of the better parties I’ve been to.

[ Her hand touches his arm and her smile takes on a flirtatious quality. Yes, she’s definitely lost her inhibitions. Dutch’s mind was utterly free from thoughts of what might happen after she kissed Steve. Instead she’s focused on the actual act of kissing him. It seems like a good idea, after all. Soon.

Her hand travels to his back as her arm snakes around him and she leans in to murmur in his ear. Her lips brush against his ear as she speaks in a low voice. ]

This place works for you. You look utterly amazing.

[abide]

[ Steve's eyes drop to where her hand settles on his arm, and there's a familiarity between them that hadn't been there before. She thinks she's sweet, after all. From Brooklyn with an accent just as sweet as the way she looks, and it's not so difficult to fight the urge to give her a polite smile and step back as he usually would. In fact, he really doesn't want to. The warmth of her breath against the side of his face hardly goes unnoticed, turning his head just a little in an effort to look at her.

With them so close, it's almost impossible to avoid it. And it's not as if he would given how pretty she is. ]

It's just something they gave me. [ Nothing special. The clothes are slightly more flattering on him than the Moira uniform, and the shield is somewhere with those clothes he'd given to them too. So, in essence, he just looks normal. ] You look nice too. I like your hair. [ A pause, and he impulsively reaches up to brush those loose strands. ]

[curiousnotmalicious]

[ Dutch smiles. Kissing him is at the forefront of her mind, like it’s the only thing she can think about, but somehow she holds off just a little bit longer. ]

My hair? [ Her free hand reaches up to touch it. The saltwater has caused it to dry in nice waves, a look that would have taken time to replicate artificially. Her mouth spreads into a grin. He’s such a sweetheart, so charming in such a unique way. Dutch doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone quite like Steve. Everything she told him when he was small was true. He feels like home to her - home before the vampires showed up. Her friends were all wilder than him, but somehow that’s why she likes him so much. It’s all part of why fighting the urge to kiss him is increasingly more difficult.

So, what does she do? She caves. Almost.

Dutch tilts her head slightly and leans in, barely kissing him at all. Instead, their lips just graze each other. She feels his breath on her mouth, but she takes her time, holding off on doing anything more than that. ]

party til you drop

[dislocked]

[ Steve is stepping into Bucky's personal space, but it's starting to feel so normal and natural that he doesn't mind -- it's not so much an intrusion as it is a welcome presence, and he takes the drink from him with a quiet nod and a smile.

There's something pleasantly strange about this entire thing, a sense of warmth and want that he believed had long been dead and gone. It's a comfortable, welcome place, and he takes a sip of the drink with a soft word of thanks. All things considered, everything has been going relatively well with Steve; he had taken him up on his invitation once after it had been issued, and his sleep had been without dreams.

Right now, however, he's acutely aware of how close they are, how warm Steve feels through the fabric of his shirt. Bucky's also cleaned up, combed and shaved, in a new set of soft linen clothes that he's ensured won't get in the way if he has to leap immediately into action. He watches the blush on Steve's cheeks, the faintest shade of it and follows his line of sight before he smiles and takes another sip -- Bucky knows what Steve is doing, and it's entirely endearing.

He tries not to think about what that means, and he finds that it doesn't take much effort at all. ] It's a pretty great view.

[ Does he mean Steve or the others? Well, he's definitely not quite looking at the others. But he glances away, smiling faintly into his glass, quiet affection and longing blossoming in his chest. ] What's this you got me?

[abide]

[ Knowing that Bucky had made it safely to shore had been, among a few others, one of his top priorities, and he's glad to see him actually enjoying the party. Maybe it's the atmosphere, the cleaner air and the relaxing demeanor of everyone under that domed ceiling. Maybe it's something else he can't quite place. Whatever it is, Steve's flushed with happiness from the company of those he's grown close to over his nine months aboard the Moira, and there's hardly any care at all in him now that's he settled into the rhythm of the music and laughter and drink. Of course, Bucky's comment causes him to flush a little darker, and he can't pinpoint why it settles hot in his chest, the tease natural and their proximity normal these days.

They're so close to being something comfortable, something better. It's right there on the edge, and all Steve has to do is reach out to take it, he thinks. Rather than do that, he pulls his gaze away from the people kissing and focuses on his friend. He could never imagine making it this far without him, and he reaches out to let his thumb graze the side of his jaw, always so surprised to see it smooth. It lingers down at the edge of his mouth, wiping at the dampness of the sip he'd taken. ]

I don't know, but I've been drinking it all night. Do you like it? [ Steve's smile isn't as careful as it would have usually been, genuinely open and liking the warmth of Bucky's cheek beneath his palm before pulling away to rest his hands on his hips. He feels a bit embarrassed suddenly, although unsure why, and he rocks forward a little, tilting his head. ] I can find something else if you don't.

[dislocked]

[ Steve just touched his mouth.

Whatever Bucky plans to say disappears nearly immediately at the moment of contact, and if Bucky just so happens to look like a slack-jawed idiot for a second or two, well, it's all Steve's fault. But he has never been more aware of the way the other man's calloused thumb smooths over his lips, and he finds himself regretting the fact that Steve has to pull away.

He licks his lips, chasing after that touch when he finally recovers, warmed by Steve's openly sweet smile, so drawn to that genuine happiness because it's the first time he's ever seen it on him. There's something intimate about someone touching you, about licking off the remnant of that sweetness. Steve wears happiness well, Bucky thinks, and if Bucky can protect nothing else, let him protect this one. He almost reaches out to pull him back, but barely resists even though he eases closer, already missing his touch.

He shouldn't want this, for so many reasons -- but tonight, he does. ] No, I like it. [ And Bucky's lidded eyes make it obvious that he's not just talking about the drink, and he finishes half the glass. When the slow, sweet music drifts out, sweetly sensuous in the air, he smiles briefly, quietly tentative. His gaze flickers past him, to the couples that are just starting to come together to sway to the music, and he feels a flicker of memory, something that sparks in the back of his mind. ] Have I taught you how to dance, before?

wildcard?? that thing from plurk

[deconstruct]

[ some day, steve will learn that grabbing onto andyr without warning or permission granted is never going to end well for him. but today is not that day.

the emergency evacuation had been a stress, putting him on edge, and while being in an actual ocean for the first time in ages had been amazing (and on such a beautiful, untouched planet), that relaxation had rocketed back into tension the moment the six foot tall mantis people showed up and started ushering them into baths. baths that andyr was not interested in being pushed into, and they hadn't even gotten into the water yet, just aliens chittering at him and trying to help him out of his clothes, when a hard shove was given to the first that didn't seem to be understanding the firm "leave me alone" andyr was trying to communicate.

it was likely just protective impulse, and hadn't really been anything that hurt him, but steve's arm (despite the fact it was clearly fleshy and human shaped) around andyr's chest to pull him back from starting a fight with the natives had been immediately met with a vicious bite. perhaps steve had or hadn't noticed before (andyr doesn't tend to smile that widely, these days, unless he's purposefully baring teeth), but there's about twelve teeth in his mouth that've been sharpened to points - the canines and the couple on either side of them, top and bottom. not to mention, his actual jaw's been reinforced (thanks, alva), so there'll definitely be some blood flow, and the wound isn't anything light.

best to use your people words, steve, before he tries to rip a piece of your muscle right out of your forearm. ]

gdi andyr why this

[abide]

[ Today is not that day.

He doesn't know why he thinks it will help, only acting to react and hopefully intervene so that no one lost anything important. Those attending both him and Andyr scatter the second he's got his arm around him and Andyr's teeth are in him. The pain, strangely enough, isn't entirely overwhelming until he bears down, and then, he's sure there's blood, the sting of it radiating up into his shoulder and neck even as his grip tightens. It's reflexive, a hiss leaving him as he tries to push through how much it hurts to actually say something. Anything. ]

Andyr. [ Oh good. Names help. Actual words help. ] They're not gonna hurt you. [ He isn't either, but it's already too late to salvage that considering his teeth are in his arm. ] It's okay. [ They're alone now, no one else around to see them or even witness what's taking place, and hopefully, he relaxes enough to remove his mouth because Steve's sure it isn't going to feel anywhere near good for the next several hours. ]

reasons

[deconstruct]

[ it'd just been a gut reaction, nothing in the way of andyr really snapping like he had in the shower, and the fact steve wasn't in front of him hadn't helped. but it sums up to mean that his eyes go wide the moment he hears that voice, and his jaw loosens, jerking his head back as if steve's skin had burned him. ]

Fuck. [ he's letting out a harsh, hissed curse, and scrubbing his palms against his lips and chin, feeling traces of warm blood there, the coppery tang of it still on his tongue. christ, what kind of normal person is used to that taste? no one, andyr, you're just a freak. with the room evacuated, he pulls out of steve's grip to turn and look him over, wincing, sheepishly. ]

I'm sorry. You okay? [ you just tried to rip a piece of his arm, out, andyr, no he's not fucking okay. picking up one of the discarded bits of fancy clothing the natives left he reaches out, about to push the cloth over the wound himself, but thinks better of it, holding it out to steve instead. ]

You gotta start giving me warning before you pull shit like that.

party til you drop

[cookshisgoose]

[Peggy had been hesitant to accept anything from their new hosts at first. It seemed a little too good to be true, this haven hidden here, but it wasn't long before she was swept up in their kindness. She would be lying if she said she didn't need a bath, after the layers of salt and sand she had on her from the crash. Now, she was clean, and wearing a loosely layered dress. Her hair, for once, was not pinned up in tight curls, but instead rested on her shoulders in waves.

She's enjoying the party, far more relaxed than she had been in ages. She's smiling, laughing, flirting. Then she spots Steve, and it doesn't take long for her to clear the gap separating them. And when he offers the cup, she accepts without hesitation, sipping the spicy liquid.]

It is lovely. Our hosts are too kind. [A comment, if made earlier, would have held much more distrust. Now, it's completely earnest.]

Are you enjoying yourself, Steve? [She moves closer as she asks, her free hand dancing it's way up his arm.]

[abide]

[ She looks beautiful, too beyond words for Steve to put them together properly, and he doesn't think he's ever seen her like this before, a soft elegance that he knew has always suited her in some way. He's finally getting to see it, and his smile is sweet and open and reflecting of just how much he really loves her. That's no secret, he's sure, and now, more than ever, it shows as he leans lightly into the touch at his arm. ]

I am. [ An honest answer, and his hand moves to catch hers, gently squeezing her fingers before he smooths his thumb over the top of it. Before, a touch like this wouldn't have come so easily despite wanting to, but now, in this moment, he has no reservations at all about it. ] What about you? [ And then, just as softly, he follows up with: ] Do you wanna dance?

[ Because the music is slow, the perfect sort of tempo that makes it far too easy to draw her forward into his embrace without spilling the contents of the cup she holds. ]

[cookshisgoose]

Yes, I am. And do you really have to ask? [She loves to dance, but more than that, she loves him. That's never changed, and it's more evident here and now, as she slides into his embrace without hesitation.

She always felt so right in his embrace. It always amazed her, how someone so strong had such a gentle touch. But that was Steve in a nutshell. He was so much more than what the serum created. Any other night she would have found his lack of reservations unsettling, but tonight, everything felt so right.]

This isn't the Stork Club, but I suppose it'll do. [She teases him softly as they sway to the music, before she rests her head on his shoulder.] It's perfect, actually.

party til you drop

[ventifact]

[Even though she's had a little time to adjust to the party atmosphere, that doesn't mean Rey is still entirely comfortable with it. She's got new clothes, but they don't really make her feel better--or as if she fits in. She feels better away from all the fuss, near a wall and sipping on some kind of sweet wine. That, at least, helps.

She watches Steve enter the room, catches his eye as he moves towards her. She knows he's a friend of Bucky, knows they're from the same world and very close. It doesn't bother her that he's moved close, that he's in her personal space bubble. It's a place few have ever been. She sips her drink, and sees the same couple he does. Something in her gut flutters. She looks away for a moment, nursing her drink and trying to regain her bearings.]

It's the first party I've ever been to, so I guess it is.

[abide]

[ There's recognition when she speaks, smiling at her and raising his own cup just enough before taking a sip of his drink. She looks much different than the last time they'd met, though he figures that has to do with their hosts and all that generosity, and when she looks away, Steve drops his eyes a little to admire the sweep of her dress on the floor before meeting her gaze again. ]

They're better with the right people. [ Close friends, those who are cared for and loved. A lot of the crew have become like family, so it goes without saying that this is a pretty decent party; at least, for him it is. His expression softens. ] You look nice.

[ventifact]

[She catches his eyes rising just as she turns to look at him, and it makes that flicker in her belly turn to a flip. She does her best to continue ignoring it. She isn't sure if the wine is helping or not.]

I've noticed. [Because her unease had all but disappeared since he'd started talking to her. She's noticed herself enjoying the company of her shipmates more and more as of late, and she's starting to get used to not being alone all the time. It's... nice. Rey looks down at herself, and laughs a bit.]

Thanks. I've never worn a dress before. It's... definitely different.

party party party

[arcreact]

[ If Tony's used to anything, it's opulent parties. Granted, he's never quite enjoyed one the way he's enjoying this one, but he's not questioning it. The booze flows freely and the company, remarkably enough, is almost universally tolerable.

And so it is that someone stepping into his space and handing him a drink isn't even out of the ordinary. The person in question, though? A smirk starts at the corner of his mouth, one eyebrow inching higher. ]

And here I didn't think this kind of thing was your scene, Cap.

[ He drinks from the proffered cup, despite having a goblet of his own clutched in his free hand. Why the fuck not? ]

[abide]

[ Under normal circumstances, he might have rolled his eyes a little at the way he drinks from the cup he's given him while holding onto the one already in his hand, but this isn't normal. Nothing about this is normal, and something should tell him that it isn't. Yet, he's too relaxed for that, and all Steve does is smile at him. Warm, unguarded. ]

I've been to parties before, you know. [ There's a casual shrug, and here's hoping Tony isn't too attached to his own cup because Steve is leaning close to take it from him. ] Anyway, this one isn't so bad. [ And because he can be such a smug bastard, he tips their cups together before trying whatever's in it. There's a different taste to it, though nothing he can't actually handle, and he glances at him over the rim. ]

You look like you're having fun.

party til you drop

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda doesn't mind the closeness. It's just Steve, and Wanda herself tends to be on the touchy-feely side. Their fingers brush as she almost accepts the cup - he can't get drunk, but she can and she's pretty sure their hosts like their village not accidentally hexed into oblivion. Even through the haze of the evening that point remains clear.]

Are you sure?

[She shift a little closer, turning away from the couple. It suddenly got a lot more awkward to be a telepath in here and for some reason she's having trouble keeping her mental walls up.]

At least the food isn't drugged this time. I think. It's loud here.

[Psychically, of course.]

[abide]

Pretty sure.

[ There's a smile with the way she gets closer, leaning in just a fraction before drawing the cup back. He's not so sure about the food or whatever's in the stuff he's been drinking, but he trusts Wanda too much to think she might not have ever picked up on something out of the ordinary if there'd been anything to pick up on. ]

You wanna go somewhere else for a while? [ They could step out onto the balcony or find a quieter room. He's not thinking about the psychic aspect of it, idly reaching up to gently tuck some of her hair behind an ear. ] I don't think I saw anyone over there. [ He tilts his head in the opposite direction to demonstrate exactly where he means. ]

Jungling

[sketchycharacter]

Sure thing.

[Nate glances back and smiles at Steve, waving him on to join him. To his mind, the blond Mr. America has always projected an air of calm confidence, like a guy who can handle himself anywhere, but he supposes everyone can be taken out of their element.]

This your first time in a jungle?

[abide]

[ It might have been a little less unsettling with more noise around them, but Steve only takes it for what it is, pushing forward with a steady stride that matches Nate's own. Either way, the conversation helps, and he returns the smile a bit more genuinely than when he'd first asked if he could join him. ]

I guess so. Never really got assigned to places like this back home. [ A pause, easily noting how comfortable the other man looks. ] But it's not yours, is it?

par-tay

[twelveminutesolder]

[ Pietro's never got drunk in his life. Not really--alcohol was a luxury and luxuries weren't afforded to the twins, and Strucker's experiments meant by the time he got out his metabolism was too high, and he was essentially unable to.

Now, though. He doesn't want to get sloppy of course, but whatever's hitting him is hitting him well, causing his face to be just a touch more red than how he's usually pale. He's red himself of the athletic gear, hair still unkempt, and fitted himself with a suit instead. It's still blue, though, because some things never change. Just like Steve, honestly, and as he listens to the other's words he decides to completely and utterly ignore them: ]

How do you always look like you belong on a ceral box?

Party Til You Drop

[carltoaction]

[This is just before Carl feels compulsed to indulge in eating all the food. He double takes at the man that interrupts his staring at the reception they are welcomed with. Then again, he knew (a version of) Steve back in the other world he was dragged into before this one, and while he definitely never got to know him as anything more than a passing acquaintance, he still recognized him now.

Realizing that this recognition may not be both ways, he turns his head back to the party and nods.]

It's a bit strange. [He says, even though he sounds none to sure about that either.]

(ooc: Let me know if this is okay with you?)

[abide]

[ sorry this is so late! continued here if you want ]