[ Little to no sleep doesn't mean skipping routine, and it's in the middle of his usual run through the corridors of the Moira that his equilibrium is rolled out from beneath his feet. Steve's quick to try keeping himself upright, but the force of it is hard, enough to barrel him over and attempt to slam him into the opposite wall. Of course, since those aboard the ship are just waking up, it's not as if he'd been entirely alone, reaching out to grab anyone who is with him to take the brunt of the impact when they smash into the opposite side. He feels it down to his feet, braced against the side of the hallway until it feels as if it's beginning to even out again, and when they slide down onto the floor, Steve's promptly letting go and trying to get them both upright. ]
Are you okay? [ The concern is there, though soon overshadowed by the frown pulling at his mouth as he looks around and listens to the rest of the ship come alive in varying levels of distress. ] We shouldn't stay here in case this happens again. Which way were you heading?
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[ It's been several long days since the incident with the Ingress and the announcement. Several long days of trying to figure out what to do, where to go and how to handle everything that's been thrown at them without any real explanation. He's sat in on some of the negotiations, but it's not as if he entirely agrees with it. Diplomatic measures are only safe to assume when the other party isn't intent on "making things equal", when they want to listen to find a peaceful end to the conflict, and only having one plan? There need to at least be three or four in case the first few fall through—fail-safes. Steve doesn't speak up though, not yet. The majority of the Avengers are there as well, which is what he's going to inevitably fall back on if no major decision is reached.
For now, he's lingering in the room with the Ingress, staring at the shadowy reflection of a person just on the edges of coming through. The colors are off too, something he can't spend too long looking directly at without feeling strange. All this futuristic tech is too much sometimes, and he sighs, arms crossed over his chest as he alters between watching the swirl of the machine and the people coming in and out. He glances up when he sees someone close enough to actually voice something that's been weighing on his mind for a while. ]
What do you think it means? [ There are a few assumptions he's been considering but nothing really concrete. ]
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[ steve is going to be the worst busybody ever, so he'll most likely be in/around any of the major communal areas of the ship as well as between the bow and mero deck. contact through his MID is also a very fast way to reach him and/or discuss things. also, he's been tossed onto team negotiation. anything and everything is game! pm or hit me up over @ overcasts for questions. ]
steve rogers | open
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