( closed ) cohort mingle

[tailorspy]

WHO: Steve Rogers, Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Vision, Rayla
WHERE: their (so far unnamed) ship
WHAT: panicking, surviving, exploring, socializing, a bit more panicking, etc. Whatever you want!
WHEN: October 8th - 21st (all 330 hours of their lockdown)
WARNINGS: none at the moment - please tag your threads if need be!

This is an open post for face-to-face interactions between the cohorts within this same ship, so please go ahead and post your own top-levels and tag around!

For reference, the list of cohorts and their respective augments is as follows:

Steve Rogers: medic
Julian Bashir: medic
Elim Garak: agriculture
Vision: agriculture
Rayla: none

Go forth and have fun!

Comments

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve frowns hearing that, not liking the knowledge that Wanda has been limited. It makes him worry about the others he knows and how their powers could be affected as well.

"At least we know it's not forever. Once we're freed we should double check her powers to make sure the nerf is temporary."

He reaches out and grips Vision's shoulder tight.

"You okay?"

[unbearablynaive]

"We assume it is not forever," he corrects quietly. "There is no guarantee the countdown will release us into the same location, or that it will not be a false hope. The Atroma had enough malfunctioning technology for me to trust this, and they were not in a location visited by frequent reality storms."

Reality storm might not be the right phrase, really, but there had been enough damage to the city from them that he's not sure it's not the right term.

He nods at Steve when his shoulder is gripped, though his expression is still a grimace. "They had the grace to give us communicators before isolating us like this, at least. It could have been worse."

[brooklyn_boy]

The Vision has a tendency of pointing out inconvenient yet true things. Steve's lips purse together as he resolutely refuses to accept that they won't be released back to their friends. To their loved ones.

Steve will rip apart the Galaxy with Vizh to find those they lost. He's apparently done it before.

"I'm glad for the communicator," he deflects. "Part of me can't stop being afraid Bucky will be spirited away again. Talking to him helps. Even if it monitored.

"Any chance we can make our own network you think? Like in the Fleet?"

[unbearablynaive]

He actually does have faith that the Agrii will either reunite them with their friends or get blown to smithereens by Wanda and/or Carol, but. Best play by the rules first.

"It's not quite enough for Wanda," he says quietly. "She cannot sense any of us beyond her own ship, and it is causing her distress. If they are going to trap us here, the least they could do is allow us shuttles or the transport beams, or to allow for teleportation abilities."

It helps--being able to talk to her is far better than both of them being worried sick about the other--but they've been together almost constantly for almost two years now, and it's terribly lonely not to feel the gentle touch of Wanda's mind on his own.

"If we had the proper materials, I do not see why not. We should see what we can acquire once we're let out--I have yet to visit the, ah, Space Target."

[brooklyn_boy]

To be honest, it's not enough for Steve, either. Being without Bucky for a whole year and finding out the reason why has put a very paranoid core into the steady heart of Steve Rogers. Being separated from the other one just feeds into that anxiety, leaving him uneasier than he'd likely ever admit. At least, he is ashamed to admit to himself, it is comforting to hear that others are in the same boat.

"Space Target?" It takes Steve a second to recalibrate his thoughts and understand what the Vision means. Soup Lies. "Ah," he laughs, unable not to. "Yeah. That's a good idea. There's also that communication area that might be of some use if we tinker around..."