revivalproject | 01 | All lies and jests; still a man hears what he wants to hear

WHO: the Winter Soldier (

sinistral) and you
WHERE: Calibrations waiting room, calibration room, and network
WHAT: midway through the Calibrations cycle, the Agrii decided they needed another ~~victim~~ "he row"
WHEN: 06/28 through 07/10
WARNINGS: Literally every calibration room prompt will have elements of violence and torture (physical and mental).

SECRET TUNNEL
→ Waiting Room;

This is complete bullshit. Complete. Bullshit. The Soldier has strong feelings as it is about waking up in a place entirely different from where he'd gone to sleep. It had happened far too much in his life and invariably makes him tense and irritable; between HYDRA and the Atroma — and apparently these Agrii now — he's just done.

The tunnel looks nothing like the Marsiva or the other ships of the Fleet but has him on guard regardless. He's pretty sure they'd escaped that imprisonment, won their way free of the Atroma. Certainly he's seen no evidence of them in the year since. But perhaps they'd gotten too lax in their freedom, in the rush of exploration and enjoyment of each other's company.

It's possible anyway.

Still, he can't focus on that right now, and certainly attempting to break out hadn't worked. Had the impact of a metal fist against the wall woken anyone? Potentially not, if this really is like the Calibrations he remembers, the way sleepers couldn't be woken once they'd drifted off. Or perhaps people will hear it and come looking. Doesn't much matter to him and he gives it up quickly enough when he sees that it's not doing any good anyway.

Well, whatever.

After a last glare at the tunnel he returns to the interior chamber and proceeds to go over every inch of it. Under the Atroma, it was impossible to escape the Calibrations area until those beings decided their time was up. If this really is modeled after that there'll be no escape, but he still intends to make sure. Perhaps some detail has been overlooked.

→ Calibrations Room;

The room itself is plain, utilitarian. The walls might be grey, or a grimy institutional beige. The only furnishings are a large glass-and-metal tubular chamber in the corner and a metal table in the center of the room with a single lightbulb hanging above it; an old incandescent bulb sheds yellowy light on the surface of the table and not much further.

On the table rests a sniper rifle, a combat knife, and a mouthguard. There appears to be no one in residence.

NETWORK
→ Text;

The Drift Fleet. Atroma. Calibrations. If you know what I'm talking about, speak up.

[That's it that's the message.]

WILDCARD
→ Elsewhere;

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"Do, yes." Though at least it seems mostly contained to the realm of teasing. They'd known people with the same tendencies in the Fleet, though none of their shipmates were of the like. Still, if she asks him to step in, he will.

Until that point happens, he puts it from his mind.

"Have you adopted him as well? Have I gained a brother?" They still haven't discovered if their worlds are distantly linked or not, if Tony Stark might in fact be related to Sansa Stark. But even a passing familiarity of a name might be cause for comfort, he reasons. "And who else is of interest here?"

“You haven’t gained a brother,” Sansa says, laughing at the thought. “I don’t see him that way, exactly. I don’t see you that way either but there’s no other way to describe what we have. It’s not like anything else I’ve ever experienced.”

Gods, she’s glad he’s back here. She’s missed him so much.

“Wanda is still here. There’s Tony, there’s Tommy and Teddy and Billy. I think those are the ones who share your home, anyway. There’s others from the old place too.”

"Siblings makes for an easy analogy that people tend not to question." Because it's not really a sibling-like relationship that they have, but saying they're as close as usually means no further inquiries. "Plus, what we are to each other isn't anyone else's business."

And not worth expounding on further, at least verbally, in a place where he doesn't know if they're monitored or not. At least with the Atroma they knew they were recorded and knew to speak carefully; he does not know enough about this place but feels it prudent to take the same precautions.

He nods along at her listing; he doesn't recognize any names other than Wanda's, but knows that Sansa knows a little of his memory issues and how a lack of recognition doesn't mean much when it comes to him. But even so, it does seem a mix of people from the Fleet and others, which is important information. "Who else from the Fleet?"

"Lance is here," Sansa says, thinking about who she's seen. "Some have disappeared, though, like Vision and Tyrion. There's a handful of others but I don't know unless I start polling the network. I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment because I'm just so happy to see you."

It's a silly admission but a true one and she's glad for his comfort while Tyrion is gone. If there's anyone who understands her truly in this world, it's James, and it feels as if a part of herself has come home.

"Steve and two copies of you, if I didn't mention them before. I don't know much about the other copy. He keeps himself away from everyone. The one Steve is with is here, though."

He nods his memory of Lance, and winces to hear that Vision has disappeared the way Tyrion did; that will be a serious blow to Wanda of course, but Vision had also been one of the first to accept him as he was, rather than try to shape him into the form of a man in his own memory. "No, don't poll the network. It's enough to know that some few are here, and you've not been entirely alone."

He schools his face blank to the mention of Steve and of his own doubles. It had not been a comfortable situation for him in the Fleet. But that's his own burden, and he'll not lay it on Sansa's shoulders when she has so much to consider already. "So the Agrii can pull the same trick the Atroma can then, with multiples. Interesting."

"They can and have. I try...I am friends with the younger version of you. It's not the same. He's so kind and I know he was part of you once but he doesn't know me. He doesn't know my heart, who I am. I think he sees me as more innocent than I am. He doesn't know the things I did. He doesn't understand me."

Sansa touches his hand for a moment, the cool metal under her fingertips just another tangible reminder that he's here. "You know me. You know what I am and what happened to me. You saw my potential. You helped me ascend into who I am and who I needed to be. No one else does. I know they wear your face but they aren't you. You are unique and you are necessary and I never want you to forget it."

"I do know you." Knows her, and doesn't judge her for any of her past, just as she doesn't judge him. They don't talk much about their respective pasts beyond what they already know; knowing the worst part of someone comes with a special understanding of all the rest.

"I know you wouldn't let the shadow of me stop you from reaching out to others." Sansa's soul is generous, and he is glad that generosity has been reflected back to her in the ones who have helped her with her child. "But you know too what your support has meant for me."

"Good. You always have it," Sansa reminds him, putting emphasis on the always for good measure. Having him back seems surreal, like something in a dream, and considering they're in the midst of calibrations right now she thinks it'd be terribly cruel if someone was interacting with the memory of she and James.

"Do you want me to tell you the layout of Temba so that when we get out of here, you can start mapping it for yourself? I don't have paper and pen but I can at least describe it to you. I'm good at remembering places and how they're laid out. I can give you a rough idea."

"I know." He does, in a way that needs not be vocalized to ring with truth. It's simple in many ways and he thinks that she might appreciate the simplicity as much as he does.

"You know I will take whatever information you can give me." He'll set to mapping it for himself when they're allowed out of this space, but until then he does trust her observations. In his opinion there's no such thing as too much information about this strange place. "Especially anything you think it's worth me to look over with my particular talents."

Just in case.

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