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'! ]

Comments

[in_extremis]

Picking apart the details, where they diverged and what Tony didn't have to explain, was starting to feel unwieldy, and he had barely struggled through, "A team, yeah--..." with his brow furrowed, trying to imagine what he'd have to believe in as a kid without them, and then he was already trying to figure out how a guy like Hitler got away without the whole world bearing down on him. He looked at Eddie like this was his fault, then started twirling a finger in the air with a searching look up at the dome of light to admit, "I'm trying to figure out how it is you even won that one now, waiting them out was not really an option for us."

Steve was a much more forgiving topic, and Tony gladly said, "God, yes, absolutely ancient, it's like talking to your grandfather sometimes. So, listen, I don't have a weird Steve thing, he's just, you know--your Steve thing is weird."

[the_freak]

"I think the nukes probably helped. Mm, but that was...after Germany surrendered," Eddie pondered, trying to remember history class, "I dunno exactly, I just know he shot himself in the end." The one take away he'd apparently held onto.

"Heh- you're good dude, chill. If we had a walking war hero who wasn't a nut job I'm sure we'd be just as obsessed. And my Steve thing gets me laid."

[in_extremis]

"Who said mine doesn't?" Tony asked with an electric smirk, clearly leveraging that relationship in a very different way than Eddie's. Knowing the living legend himself had all manner of benefits, which Tony had to turn on Eddie with a raised eyebrow, head tilted and a little self-conscious again despite the suggestion to 'chill'. He had plenty to say about Steve, and they weren't even dating. "That's all?" he encouraged.

[the_freak]

That prompted a surprised grin, and Eddie had to give a nod of acknowledgement. He could see how that could be a hell of wingman.

"...and I love him and junk. Whatever," he muttered with a put on shyness, grin growing.