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[storm] come get steve he's a menace

WHO: Steve Rogers + You ?
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Catch-all for the event
WHEN: During the event
WARNINGS: Well Steve is losing his powers for a bit I guess. Violence, maybe?

Oct 10th - ~14th

Someone probably should have told Steve Rogers to stay put, but it's Steve Rogers, so he's doing no such thing. Unfortunately for everyone around him, he's lost his serum, which means that he's currently swimming in his shirt and had to cut a new hole in his belt just to hold his pants up, because he doesn't have time or resources to go to Alien Target to get a new set of clothes.

If you're lucky, then you'll meet him at the hospital, where he'll be tending whatever wounds you have, extremely carefully.

And if you're unlucky, then he's out on town trying to gather supplies or find food to bring back, or even just to check in on other people. It seems that no one remembered to remind Steve that he's no longer resistant to whatever's in the air, so he doesn't travel long distances. And whether he ducks inside wherever you are just to breathe a little easier, or whether he's outside looking like whatever he's carrying is bigger than he is, well. He's struggling a little.

And if you're really, really unlucky, Steve might be in the middle of engaging with one of the creatures. What he lacks in combat ability, he has in spades in actual learned skill, so even though he's having a real hard time with it because there's no power in his kicks and he'd absolutely get bodied by a large rodent, he's still out here trying. He's just in need of an assist.

Oct 15th, by Alien Target Gate

Somehow, luckily, Steve's managed to stay alive, and he's run into a couple uh, familiar-adjacent faces. After he parts ways with them, he heads on over to the department store in order to find the gate so that he can help shut it down. With his acrobatic skill, resistance to poison, and newly-acquired energy shield, he's much-better equipped than he had been to run around town.

He makes it late enough to see people gathering around it, though the creatures keep coming out so it's not like it's hard to miss. "Behind you!" he shouts as he tosses his shield at one of the demo dogs, knocking it to the side and catching his giant laser frisbee.

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"Uh, yeah, well, this is how I used to be," he says, "But then - well. Joined the army. You don't need to know the rest." He changes the subject as he helps Sonic undo his shoe and inspects his wound, putting the tap on low so there's no water pressure, and warming it up a bit. "Faster than the speed of sound, huh? Wouldn't have thought that from the shoes."

"Definitely think you beat me in a footrace. Have you met Tommy?"

Oh okay no now it makes sense. Army training is basically a super power, right? (No. No it isn't.) It's a good enough explanation for Sonic right now, he's not in the mood to burn that much energy on thinking right now.

"Oh, these babies are custom made. I would have melted them by now otherwise," he says, frowning slightly when he spots a FRIGGEN TOOTH HOLE in his poor shoe. Sigh. "But yeah, Tommy's my bud! He was one of the first people I met when I got here."

"Oh, great. Makes sense, the speeders have to stay together." He gently rinses Sonic's wound, trying to make sure nothing's broken, but he really can't even figure out where his leg muscles are. How on Earth does this guy break the sound barrier? How does he even hold up his own weight?

"Okay, uh, I'm gonna poke you in a few places, just let me know if it hurts." Look, he's trying. And he really needs to know if there are any bones, which he'd assumed there were at first, which is why he thought Sonic needed a splint. And a cast.

But it turns out it looks like he doesn't have joints the way that Steve's used to, so this is going to be. Interesting.

Look it's either noodle Sonic or the horrifying half human/half hedgehog anatomic nightmare hybrid courtesy of Ken Penders. We're working with the lesser of two evils, here.

Not to worry, Sonic has all the bones and muscle and joints that he should have, maybe it just feels different because he's tiny? Maybe he's an alien. Who knows, what's important is that his leg isn't broken broken, but some of those monster teeth definitely made it all the way to the bone. Getting thrashed about so much seems to have caused a sprained ankle and/or knee situation. Hard to determine on a noodle leg, but there's some very helpful swelling around the area to help Steve find it.

Meanwhile Sonic's just trying not to squirm around too much when Steve starts prodding around. He might be mostly successful, so long as he keeps himself still by gripping the edge of the sink.

"Super not looking forward to this, but do what you have to."

Edited (Ken Ponders isn't a PERSON, AUTOCORRECT) 2023-10-12 15:53 (UTC)

Okay, well, the swelling and the cleaned area definitely help a lot. If Steve had his eyesight back it'd be great too, but too bad for both of them, the kid has colorblindness, nearsightedness and astigmatism. He's really not cut out to be doing this at the moment, but they don't really have a choice.

And of all the other problems he does have, at least he's not squeamish.

"Gonna need to do an x-ray to see if it's fractured or just bruised, or both," Steve says. "But let's stop the bleeding for now. Gonna need you to sit with your leg up to avoid swelling." And then he also rifles around for some ice, which is in short supply from all the electricity fluctuation.

good lord dude you seriously lost the genetics lottery.

Sonic makes a whiny groany noise, but does his best to keep his leg elevated.

"Um, so. This is actually really startin' to hurt? Do we have anything for that or am I just gonna have to suck it up?"

Because he can. But he doesn't want to.

"Uh," Steve says, because he's sure they do but the datapoint mostly taught him how to understand all the tools, not all the medicines. And he has no idea how big of a dosage to give Sonic. "Okay." He takes a breath. "How much do you weigh?" Because maybe he could calculate a dose of something based off of that instead.

"Let's try the ice first. While you're doing that, I'll look for medicine." Maybe there's a guidebook over what does what and how much something should weigh to consume something. "No known allergies?" he asks, because yes he did in fact lose the genetic lottery and yes he is allergic to penicillin. "Family medical history?"

"No pressure, bud. I'm aboooout... just under eighty pounds, I think? Maybe a bit less after the volcano thing?"

Maybe Steve wasn't here for the volcano thing. That's fine, it was horrible and there was a serious food shortage ha ha haaa.

"Oh, that's easy. No allergies that I know of, no family that I know of, so also no family medical history that I know of! This is the third time I've gotten this particular leg bashed up in the last... yeasrish? though? Probably not good for it!"

He's trying to sound lighthearted and jokey since that's just his personality, but he's also trying to be light hearted and jokey through kind of a lot of pain so he's maybe not pulling off the effect he's actually going for.

"You should really rest this leg. I think it's caving under all the pressure." He gets out the bandages to gently wrap on Sonic's leg - tight enough to hold, gentle enough not to hurt too badly. "Bet you're over-using it before it's fully healed," says the hypocrite who rips IVs out of his arm and stumbles out of hospitals.

"Okay. Is that feeling any better?" he asks. "Where are you, scale of one to ten?"

He hands Sonic a little bit of the ice - he's gotta ration it - and then goes off to look for the meds, reading the back of each bottle.

Except here's the problem, he's finding it really hard to read because of the severe astigmatism. Just give him a moment, he's working through it. If he gets his powers back, he's absolutely memorizing all of the bottles and then labeling them with huge font.

"Now, in my defense, the first two injuries were from plane crashes that I didn't even cause," he says, through gritted teeth. He's trying not to be a giant baby but holy crap dude this hurts.

"One to ten? Uh. I dunno, seven? It's throbbing like crazy."

He takes the ice, pressing it to the most painful area. Which is hard to find, it's all the most painful area. This is going well. He'll just chill until guy-whos-name-he-forgot-to-get gets back.

"Oh," Steve says, because seven is pretty high and the guy's kinda saying it like he doesn't really think seven covers it but he's trying to be nice. "Pretty deep wounds, so it'll be doing that. Can't get the x-ray going right now, which would be the best way to figure out where you've got fractures. Gonna guess where the swelling is is a fracture or a break."

He's pretty good at looking at the two legs for symmetry, but the problem is that Sonic's got previous injuries to that leg. He does want the kid to be able to run again, so he thinks he might have to page Tae, an actual doctor. And by that he means walk outside to get her.

"Okay. Let me get you something for the pain and then find you Dr. Takemi. I've set a lot of broken bones in my day, but she's the expert." Well most of the bones Steve set were his bones. So.

"Uughhh, I don't have time for a broken leg!" Sonic whines like a dumb little baby and flops onto his back, looking absolutely miserable. He's less bothered by the pain than he is bothered by the fact that he's basically completely useless right now, to be honest. Boy does he hate this!

He sighs, his little hissy fit having reached it's completion. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

Well, Steve can't tell how old Sonic is, but he sounds young, so Steve doesn't mind if he wants to complain a little. "Well, nobody really has time for one of those, but it'll be alright."

He finds one that he cross-references is definitely painkiller, and then he does some mental math to figure out the dosage, cutting up the pill and weighing it on a little scale before handing it to Sonic with some water.

"What's your pain level now?"

Will it be alright, Steve? Will it??

Time to put his grown up pants on (if he wore pants, anyway). He sits back up with a groan and takes the pill.

"Unchanged so far. These things take some time to kick in, don't they?"

Not very long at all probably, but Sonic is a very impatient person.

"Yeah, just let me know when that is. Should be relaxing your muscles, but I don't know how it'll metabolize with your system. You've uh, got a unique physiology."

Sorry Sonic. "Does Tae normally set your wounds?"

"She probably would if I got hurt more often? Normally I'm real good at avoiding it. Last time I talked to her was a couple months or so ago? Someone bled all over one of the rooms here so I made her a few mops with the replicator."

He didn't ask all that, Sonic. Maybe the rambling is the pain killers starting to kick in?? Or maybe he's just feeling anxious and chatting is helping, who knows.

Oh, wow. That sounds like it was a mess. Though he does notice that Sonic is very chatty, so he does want to time how long it takes for the dose to kick in and how strongly it does, and wants to monitor him just in case.

"Well, if that ever happens again, give me a call. I'm pretty good at cleaning." But also: "Tell me more about this place. And your experience here."

Good call, because he's still on the counter next to the sink and if he flops the wrong way he's going to eat the floor.

"Sure, I can-- Kevin, right? No, no, not Kevin. I'm sure there was a 'V'- Steve! That was it!"

Sonic, please.

"Man, I don't like to complain, right? But this place kinda sucks. There's either nothing at all going on, or everything is happening all at once. My first couple months here were totally dead, at least for me? But then one month most people got beamed up by some aliens or something for some thing called Calibrations where I guess they got their heads screwed with? I wasn't there, I couldn't say what happened, but everyone says it was really bad. And then there was the volcano like right after that, and we were all stuck underground for like a month. Tommy and I especially hated that. And now there's this storm with the monsters and stuff... I think I hate it here? But the people are cool, definitely like most of the people I've met here. So the place sucks, but the people make it worth it."

The more he talks, the more obvious it is that his pain killer is kicking in. He may be chatty, but he's starting to sound pretty tired.

Sonic, please... Steve is all right with being called Kevin he supposes, but it's nice that he remembers his actual name.

"Yeah?" Steve says, while he does a few more checks on Sonic. "Hey, try to stay awake, will you?" He needs to keep an eye on the poor kid. But at least if he falls asleep it'll be easier to get a second opinion.

"All that sounds like a lot to deal with. But makes sense, given what this place is like. Guess I'll have to ask someone else about the aliens, since I thought we were all alone. Wonder how come they didn't get trapped here to help."

"The Agrii? I dunno, they're up on their space ships or whatever. I haven't tried to contact them myself yet, everything was so busy after the volcano thing that I just never thought about it..."

He trails off a bit, probably starting to doze off a bit. Either that or he's thinking really hard and its taking the last of his energy, could be that. He manages to shake himself awake, though. Steve said try not to sleep, so he's gonna try not to sleep!

"Oh! Uh. This doesn't hurt so bad right now. Like I can still feel it? But its not like. Horrible."

That's helpful information, right?

Oh great. Yes, yes it is. That also metabolized a little faster than Steve had anticipated, so he does have to watch Sonic. "Well, maybe we could try again after this," he says, because he doesn't know what an effort it is to contact the Agrii, but surely they'd want to come help rebuild their own home?

Or at least give some resources and instruction?

"You keep giving me status updates about your leg. I'm gonna try and see what other diagnostic tools we've got." Besides physically prodding around.

Maybe it's just because Sonic's tiny. Either way, he's not complaining. Like part of him hates feeling all sluggish and punky like this? But at the same time he's definitely glad the pain has dulled.

Apparently the Agrii can't physically come to the planet?? For reasons that Sonic can't remember at all right now. But he does have the communications data point, so maybe he can just figure out how to ask them himself. Maybe he doesn't even need the comms data point for that? Thinking's too much effort right now so he's just gonna like. Stop.

"Sure thing, bud. Thanks for the help."

"No problem. It's my job to make sure you get better so that you can do whatever it is you're supposed to be doing." Usually it's Steve's job to go out and fight things, but he's currently indisposed.

And, honestly, it's better he's back here and not out there. For the moment.

"Think things are gonna stay this way for awhile?" he asks, since this is his first event.

"Can't say for certain, but it seems like weird things happening usually last between a couple weeks to a solid month... If this follows that trend, we're gonna be in a lot of trouble for a long time."

Boy, but he sure hopes it's not going to be that long. If that's the case then he sure did just get taken out of the fight in the first round like a scrub. It's just shameful.

"Well, that's not forever," Steve answers, all optimistic. He thinks he could deal with this for a month, as long as - "But you gotta stay off of this leg, alright?" Yeah, he's sure he'll see more of Sonic.

"So what, are you a racer back home?" Maybe all hedgehogs are insanely fast and Steve never noticed.

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