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[abide]

Who: steve (abide) & laura (foins)
When: somewhere between week 3 and 4 on the hub
Where: some caves probably
What: c a v i n g. and alternates! but mostly caving.
Warnings: none for now

[ Exploring the intricate network of the caves only yields so much information at a given time, and sometimes, as deep as he ventures into them, there's nothing to be found. Steve's only managed to pick up a few useful things here and there, but the majority of it's been rocks. Rocks, rocks, and more rocks. Occasionally a bit of water or some strange glowing bug, but beyond that? He isn't sure there's really much of anything left to find in this particular network either, so after a few hours of squeezing into tight spaces and wiggling out of even tighter ones, he's heading back towards camp with the thought of trying another spot a little higher up than this one. There are so many that getting turned around is a possibility if he's not careful. Also, taking it one step at a time is important considering his own circumstances. So, still about an hour from the exit, Steve decides to take a break next to a deep groove in the walls.

There are some interesting designs carved into it, smooth and neat in a way that reminds him of writing, and Steve's sort of absently staring at it as he drops the shield next to his bag before grabbing at the canteen stashed inside. He's a little more worn out than he'd usually be, and maybe it's because of it that he doesn't pick up on the fact he isn't alone anymore as immediately as he should have. Steve tilts his head in the girl's direction slowly, expression shifting between concerned and alert. ]

Hey. [ He hadn't seen anyone else in here for a while either. ] Are you lost?

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[foins]

[She could smell his scent from a distance, and it was familiar even as it was not. It was curious enough that she followed it, wondering why it was that she recognized it and yet could not connect the information to a specific person or event.

She does not expect it to be Steven Rogers.]

Captain. [Though curt, it has the faint softness of recognition, familiarity on her part. He looks a bit different, not quite the same (a bit thinner?), but the shield and the way his voice carries is unmistakeable.]

No, I am not. [A beat.] I was seeking a place to rest. [And a familiar, non-threatening scent is usually good sign of such a place.]