Steve Rogers | OTA

[pursuitofcappiness]

WHO: Steve and You?
WHERE: Agrii ship in the water area
WHAT: A pool party!!
WHEN: Around debates time
WARNINGS: Not sure, will edit!

Steve has been trying to get in touch with the Agrii for days now without any luck. So far it's mostly just been hanging out by the water. And a few of them can really hold their breath a long time, it seems. They seem uneasy if he swims too far, so he sticks by the shallower bit of the pool for now.

If nothing else, the lush greenery is a nice change of scenery, and some days there's all this bountiful delicious food, such that he hasn't had better since before arriving here.

So, one day, after fruitlessly searching around by himself and not finding any better leads, he invites a few fellow He-Rows over for what appears to be a pool party. It's open to anyone who happens to make it through the thick botany, and he's definitely trying to encourage the younger Agrii to come play with them. Food and drink are just from the mess hall, and the games are simple ones like a hand-drawn deck of cards, and sitting on each other's shoulders trying to knock off your opponent.

If anyone wants to play that game with him, he'd definitely make a better root than pusher - don't worry, he'll be sure to keep his balance, so long as your character wants to keep playing.

Partway through he gets tasked with going back to get more ice or snacks or something, so feel free to bump into him then or in his yellow speedo (that he most definitely did not pick out himself) and towel, gathering supplies. You'll definitely score an invitation if you ask.

Then, when the 'party' starts winding down, Steve's maybe a little disappointed in not having made much progress, though he's sure a few of the younger Agrii might be coming around to them, so it's not entirely a fruitless endeavor. But he's gotten his hands on a piece of paper and graphite, and he might even ask your character to stand still for a second, as they look really nice under this foliage, and it'll just take a few minutes, if they don't mind.

[ OoC: Feel free to respond to any of the things Steve is doing or throw up your own toplevel so other people can tag you at the 'party'! ]

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[pursuitofcappiness]

"No," he says. "I don't think so, anyway. I think if they're living in the sewer, I probably won't have noticed. Are there a lot of mutants?"

[faceguy]

"A few. And there's more yokai, but they live underground. Aaand they haven't exactly been thrilled with us the few times we've gone down there, either."

They all got arrested.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Yokai," he says. "Those are demons, right? That kinda makes sense. Wait, you don't live underground?"

[faceguy]

“It’s just any kind of magical non-human.” Leo stacks his hands on top of each other. “I live under New York. The yokai live,” he lowers his hand way down, “underground.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Oh, I see," Steve answers. "And um. Do aliens count? Or no, because they're aliens?" Listen. He's only really had humans growing up, he needs to adjust.

[faceguy]

“Hmm, dunno. We haven’t had any aliens back home.”

(That Leo knows of.)

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Oh. Well, I guess I don't know any mutants who aren't aliens. But I know some aliens who have magic powers." He nods. Though his aliens are mostly humanoid, not animal-like.

"They don't stay very long on Earth. But - at least, America practices jus soli. And if you were born there, you've got every right to claim a citizenship."

[faceguy]

“I don’t know if “juice solely” is going to be enough. One of our regular bad guys is a chef and he’s told us all the ways we would be delicious.”

And Leo isn’t convinced that he would have felt any different if he’d still been human when they met.

“And when humans even thought we existed, they broke out the torches and pitchforks. Pitchforks! In Manhattan! Where did they even get them!?”

[pursuitofcappiness]

He really tries not to laugh. It's a serious conversation. "Jus soli - it's French. It means citizenship by birthright. You're born on American soil, you're American. Even if you don't wanna be, because of the pitchforks."

Though, he also does want to know why any Manhattanite has a pitchfork.

"I really am sorry about that. It doesn't reflect well on the rest of us."

[faceguy]

“Eh, it’s not your fault. The humans here have been pretty cool.”

Leo waves it off.

“What’s that quote? A person is smart but people are stupid? From that alien movie with the flashy thing!”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Don't know, I don't really watch movies. But - well, I think that's the thing. If they just knew who you are, they wouldn't feel that way. And I feel like we don't get a choice here. Not that that's a bad thing. It's great. I meet all sorts of people I wouldn't get to otherwise. But I think at home, if they just gave you a chance."

[faceguy]

Leo shoots Steve a grin. “Well, it’s not like I disagree with you. I mean, who could dislike me?” He poses for a moment with his hand under his chin.

“Buuut it’s not really my call, at the end of the day. I’m not the only one who would be exposed, after all.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Your brothers, right?" He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. Look - if we were back home, you'd be welcome at our facilities anytime." He doesn't understand these sorts of prejudices, honestly.

[faceguy]

“Yeah.” He nods. “My brothers and my dad.”

He swims a little closer, looking curious.

“What kind of facilities do you have?”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Training ones, mostly, but they house a whole bunch of people with special powers." So that might be of interest to Leo.

[faceguy]

“Oh, that sounds kind of cool!” He laughs. “Well, not so much the training part… my big bro would love that, though. He’s all about training.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Oh yeah?" Steve asks. "Is that Donnie?" Listen, he doesn't know about the brothers.

[faceguy]

The face Leo makes is nakedly disgusted.

“…I’m going to let that go because we don’t know each other well. But seriously, what makes you think he’s older than me!? Just because he can do math? Big whoop.”

Leo rolls his eyes.

“My big bro’s name is Raph.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"No, I - I honestly can't tell who's older," he says, sorry to have offended. "Raph... Leo, Raph and Donnie. Those are interesting names." He doesn't make the connection yet, but if Leo told him their full names...

[faceguy]

“It’s fine, our dad couldn’t, either. We’re the same age.”

Donnie’s been here for a year, but then Leo was home for the better part of a year himself, so it evens back out!

“Yeah, Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo. Dad decided to go with themed names.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh. Wow. "Really into the Italian Renaissance, huh?" He smiles. And then neglects to say something stupid which is that Michelangelo is his favorite of the artists. "Must've been nice having three brothers. And one with you here."

[faceguy]

“Apparently he had,” Leo makes air quotes, “‘a phase’ and got really into Renaissance art for awhile.” Leo shrugs. “I guess it worked out. I like being Leo.”

As for his brothers… “Well, sometimes I want to kill them.” He laughs. “But yeah… We’ve never been alone. I don’t know how Dee made it a year here.”

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Well, we're all in the same boat here. I like to think he had a little help. But. It's nice he has you." This isn't the first time Steve's been displaced, so, he gets it.

[faceguy]

Leo grins at that, and though it looks cocky, there's an underlying sincerity to it.

"Yeah, well, someone has to make sure he eats lunch and doesn't blow up half the ship."

Though if Raph were here, he would probably say...

"Uh, guess I should thank you guys, too. For looking out for him."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Can't claim that I did much of anything," Steve replies. "But - he's a good kid. You both are." So he doesn't mind, he means. Or, wouldn't. The problem is that there's so many kids here - the Agrii really should be more discerning.

"Are all inventor geniuses the same, or are the two of us just lucky?" he asks as an addendum, because listen, if he's afraid of anyone blowing up the ship while simultaneously forgetting to eat, it's one person.