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MAY TDM.

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// PART I. waking up with a stranger  


So what do you say? What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

These words ring in your ears when you wake with a gasp — perhaps the last thing you remember after hearing them is the sense of free-fall, or your throat constricting as tears threaten to fill your eyes. Whatever it is, you can’t shake the feel of dread — that whatever you’ve done in your dream has changed everything forever.

As the sense of dread fades and your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, only to wake up with their heart pounding… or perhaps they have been awake for longer, a spectator to everyone else’s dreaming.

What you do is entirely up to you: try and wake the others from their dream? Yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone else wakes...

After all, nothing binds the characters to the room they wake up in. If you find your bed comfortable, you may claim it as yours, or try to change rooms. However, there are only eight one-person rooms — so those who want solitude may have to fight for it.


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention.

In fact, if you’re very badly off, you may want to hope for some company — you can’t stay in the infirmary forever, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

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// PART II. the welcome wagon  


Suddenly, the soft hum of the station is replaced by loud static, like an old radio being turned on. Wherever you are on the station, it’s impossible to miss it — or the clear voice that follows.

// VIVECA.AI
Don’t freak out! I’m the AI of this station, name’s Viveca. Sorry, these old speakers are old tech and don’t get much use… anyway, the reason for that should be on your bedside table. There’s an earpiece. Put it on, and it’ll explain how to use the network that connects everyone here. You can also talk to me through it, if you want.

// VIVECA.AI
Now, we weren’t exactly ready for you to arrive just yet, so the station’s a bit... hm, well, I suggest you go and see for yourself. There’s lots to do here, and I recommend you familiarise yourself with where everything is. Go train, go test a mission on the simulator, check the lab… as long as you stay away from the Northern Wing. Trust me — not only will you not be able to enter, but I’ll know, and that’ll get you thrown off the station faster than you can say "freckles".

// VIVECA.AI
Oh, and get to know each other. The success of your missions depends on that.

With that, the speakers go silent — though if characters follow Viveca’s instructions, the earpiece will provide them with a chance to speak to her again.

True to her word, there is a lot to do and see on the station. When characters leave their rooms, they have the chance to explore all of the Southeastern and Southwestern Wings, and the Center of the station.

3.0   In the armory, characters can try to work the machine to make themselves some weapons to perhaps replace ones that didn’t come with them to the station, or to simply be prepared for future missions... but there aren’t many materials available, so the more the weapon requires, the more chance there is of the end result being less than satisfactory. A gun whose barrel is made out of recycled rings, a sword that’s just the blade and no handle, a knife made out of cheap aluminium — well, it’s better than nothing, right?


4.0   Eventually, when characters get hungry and want to eat, the kitchen and mess hall are ready for them… mostly. What food there is on the station seems to have been stocked for long-term storage: canned foods, dried meat and fruit, dried herbs and seasoning, condiments, some rather musty root vegetables and cartons of chicken stock. It’s certainly not impossible to make good dishes out of those, but it may require some skill.


5.0   The lab provides an interesting space for those who enjoy tinkering and technology — though the parts available are all in large boxes with no apparent method to their sorting. It may very well be that what you need for a hoverboard or a robot dog are in the boxes — it’s just a matter of finding it!


6.0   Meanwhile, those who want to train (or perhaps let off some steam by sparring with others) find the training room suitable for their needs. On top of the entire room existing for the express purpose of training, whether it’s martial arts, weapon skills or magic, anyone entering the room will see a message pop up on their network:

Complete these tasks for a boon:
a. Teach someone a new move or skill
b. Win a sparring match against someone
c. Learn to fight with a new weapon, style or skill

Should you take up this challenge, any time you complete any of the three, you’ll see that one turn light green — a mark of completion. Once all three are completed, you’ll see a new message:

Congratulations! You are now eligible for one (1) boon. Please check in later for submissions.

But when is later? What submissions? Even if you try to ask, no answer comes… all you can do is hope that you haven’t done all that work in vain.


7.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: characters will hear birds singing, feel a light breeze on their skin, as they walk through a grass field, a meadow and a small forest. In the middle of the room, a small brook runs the width of the room, and to cross it one must walk over a bridge — wooden, creaky, yet undeniably charming.

There are other things to do, of course… but the only room that requires a mandatory visit from everyone is the simulation room...

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// PART III. ready steady go  


For those eager to get started, it might be best to do a little practice run first, huh? When you’ve successfully entered the simulation, you will immediately be provided with a supply satchel containing the following: a grapple hook, a long cord of rope, a flashlight, and a couple of snack bars (these will not actually feed you IRL). And your mission, if you choose to accept it (and you must, right? Otherwise what else are you doing here?) is as such:

There’s an orb buried deep in the Lodgen Mountain Mines — a series of winding underground tunnels long since abandoned now that any and all useful resources had been picked clean — and it’s causing a little bit of a problem down there, but the good news is that it’s yours to claim so long as you can get in and get out. You see, there’s been a cave-in and the culprit is the orb itself. Extracting this valuable object might take a little bit of doing, and if that’s not complicated enough, the orb’s presence appears to be the cause for the mines being in their current state of fragility.

Still: you’re resourceful, and more than that, you’re determined, and you can enter the mines in the following ways: going in from the top and climbing down through the mine shaft; going in from beneath the rubble where a narrow but perfectly safe-ish tunnel opening leads back into the mountain; finding an entry point from the mountain’s side by way of a refreshing dive into the lake that neighbours the mines.

8.0   If you decide to climb into the mine through the mine shaft, there’s a risk of the rocks you’re using as hand and footholds to crumble, or for the rocks to give way against your weight.

9.0   If you decide to go in through the tunnel, be careful you don’t take the wrong prong in the fork of paths. One will get you closer to the orb, but the other might lead you into the darkness where the first thing you’ll notice are several beady little specks of light reflecting off the beam of your flashlight, accompanied by the sharp chittering of large monster rats who haven’t had a decent meal in who-knows-how-long, and are eager to befriend you. It’s probably a good time for that weapon you have on you, or if that’s not an option, maybe there’s something you can MacGuyver from your supply bag?

10.0   Swimming is always an option, but like all unknown waters there’s the risk that you’re not alone, and we don’t just mean your fellow teammate swimming somewhere close by. (Though you might want to continue onwards together, Buddy System Style and all.) There are beautiful, haunting creatures that live in the depths who have the ability to draw their prey towards them through song — Sirens, some might call them. They call to you now, and oh boy, don’t you want to dive deeper? See what secrets they hold? Now would be a good time for your swimming partner to pull you back to your senses or be lost to the waters.

But okay! You’ve made it. Don’t forget that the mines are still in a very fragile state, so it’s best to tread carefully and avoid making sounds that could agitate the delicate infrastructure and risk the whole mission — and your simulated life. This is on you. This is about you.

Or is it?

When you’ve neared the location of the orb, you’ll find that it’s mostly quiet and you’re on your own, except … if you stand still for long enough, you can hear muffled cries for help behind a large wall of rock right by you, sounds that are clearly distressed and panicked. But before you can make any kind of snap decision, there’s a tiny blip of static in your earpiece and a matter-of-fact voice will state that you should probably get going — there’s an orb to recover and you’re nearly there. Anything else you attempt to do is outside of your mission, and time is ticking. Will you listen to the voice or will you try and save the trapped? You might be successful, but time is running against you and the longer you stall the more unstable the mines become.

N O T E:   During each mission, characters will be given one personal goal to complete. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re offering three goals to choose from and leaving it to players to pick one for their character and run with it:

A   Choose the most difficult or challenging path into the mountain.

B   Help a teammate during the mission.

C   Retrieve the orb at all costs, leaving any possible trapped individuals to fend for themselves.

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F Y I

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deduety: (⚘ soldier on my own)

[personal profile] deduety 2021-05-29 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
Do you hope for threats, then?

I am quite familiar with gardens. I do not need to be told.
cruelyethuman: (Oh)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-29 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
It would be something better than to just sit here and wait.

I was trying to be kind.
longoverdue: (there's other people you selfish asshole)

[personal profile] longoverdue 2021-05-29 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
...the fuck are you, man.

[Said with a shake of his head, but not all that heatedly. It's more like the words of someone who's had to reevaluate his entire life so far and has hit something of a threshold. Fine. Fine, this is happening, apparently! He's just going to roll with it!]

Fucking everything about this station is too weird for me. [He gestures a little wildly to the infirmary surrounding them.] But I've had the weirdest [and most traumatic] fucking week of my life, so hey, what-the-fuck-ever. At least nothing's trying to eat me.

[That sounds like a particularly ghoulish joke, and Richie smiles a little, as if to play it off as one. But he's serious.]

Sure. Let's go see the kitchen. Who knows! Maybe they'll have some goddamn coffee.
longoverdue: (we could blame it on our human nature)

training room; tw bdsm....jokes.......

[personal profile] longoverdue 2021-05-29 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a long, awkward silence, coming from the corner of the room where, just a minute ago, a middle-aged man was examining the newest message on the network with a look of consternation on his face. Then:]

Whoever's the kinky fuck who just said that, could you please keep the rest of us out of your dominatrix fantasy bullshit?
sunborne: (418. - 🧭 - DOWNTIME.)

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-29 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ okay- good- this is going to work out, he thinks as he begins to feel for new hand holdings to descend down the panicked voice.

right right right: tell her what he needs and see what they can do together. easy enough and, honestly, he needs a break with how hard his core is pumping arc fuel through his system. it takes a lot of concentration to keep the avaform up - why did he keep it up?? now that he thinks about it - but whatever. they'll cross that bridge if the chance pops up. ]


Basically? It'd really help if you could guide me down. I need you to tell me if I have any possible foot holdings. [ he tries to be succinct in his instructions, hyperaware of the rocks and dirt that crumble from the echoes of their voices. ] Um- Daylight, by the way. Nice to meet you.

[ could be under better circumstances but you know can't be picky on meeting new faces. ]
landing_lights: (everything's fubar)

training room

[personal profile] landing_lights 2021-05-29 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ade was actually hoping to start with the first task. It'll be better to get to know his training partner first, to figure out whether they might be safe to spar with without the risk of cross-infection. Plus, he likes to think he's a pretty decent teacher. So when the stranger across from him unceremoniously orders him to submit, Ade raises an eyebrow. He doesn't even notice the slowly growing shadows at first. ]

Just like that? [ Ade's not too proud to forfeit, especially if it means he doesn't have to risk any spilled blood. But it seems pretty unlikely that just saying the words would count as a win for the other man, especially with the station's AI sounding as smart as she had. ] I think we actually need to spar first—

[ It's only then that he notices the spreading dark. His first thought is power outage, but the lights in the room are still on. So how are the shadows growing this fast? Why does it look like they're swallowing the light? He can't imagine what kind of tech malfunction could cause such a thing, but some animal part of his brain tells him that whatever it is, it's very, very bad. ]

We need to get out of here, [ Ade says with sudden urgency, reaching to take the man's arm to better guide him towards the exit before all the light in the room is extinguished. ]
deduety: (⚘ where everything I liked)

[personal profile] deduety 2021-05-29 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
You will not find it with me. I do as I say, and threats are arrogant.

You are odd to try to do so considering how this conversation began. What do you want?
landing_lights: (boyish smile)

[personal profile] landing_lights 2021-05-29 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
My thoughts exactly, [ Ade replies, shooting a grin at the stranger. ] Dunno how it would work though. Probably'd have to be pneumatics...

[ He says it as he lines up a shot to the far end of the room. The gun feels flimsy in his hands, nearly weightless, and he can't help but feel a bit silly continuing to hold it as if it were a real rifle. It probably doesn't even work. Still, his curiosity outweighing his self-consciousness for the moment and he dutifully racks the lever and prepares to fire.

There's a small puff when he pulls the trigger, milliseconds before something small and white flies out of barrel. Admittedly, the projectile only makes it a couple of meters before drifting in a lazy arc down to the ground, but Ade still starts in astonishment all the same. He really hadn't been expecting it to fire. Almost immediately, he lowers the gun and goes to pick up the fallen "bullet."

He spends only a moment examining it before he turns back to the other man with a befuddled smile. ]


What the hell?

[ In his hand, he holds a small styrofoam packing peanut. ]

Wasn't aware we were stuck on humanity's first extraterrestrial toy factory.
sunborne: (305. - 🔹 - GOOD TIMING.)

not at all!

[personal profile] sunborne 2021-05-29 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
Awesome! [ he gives the new guy a thumbs up and a big smile in thanks. ] Um- Give me a second to let you know what you're getting into.

[ with that, daylight deactivates his avaform and reveals his true appearance: one of a large humanoid robot, his colors of blues and purples. a pair of metal wings(?) flutter behind him as he waves at the man, thinking an introduction and reintroduction is in order.

he holds his free servo out, smile still bright and sunny as it had been when he was still human-looking. ]


Daylight. Daylight vis Lornlit, the Everlight of Emergency Aid vos Evermar, the Chainbreaker. It's nice to meet you!
starer: (16)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-29 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
He's been careful, so far. Every new face that needed an introduction had been given a single name. James, and nothing more. So hearing his surname stated so openly is what gets his attention first. The fact it's coming from someone who sacrificed herself to bring them all back-

That's the part that has him stopping short. That has him looking at her like he's seen a ghost. Though perhaps he has. How else would a dead woman be walking around this station? She may have a place in his memories, but not in his nightmares. So there's no way that this is all in his head. Not when she's one of the few deaths he isn't (directly) responsible for.

"...Romanoff?" He can still picture her memorial. A private one where he'd felt like an impostor. Steve and Sam, a bottle of something, and countless stories shared between them. Memories of the time that the pair had shared with her. His own were kept behind locked doors, too tinged with blood and violence to add anything positive to her memory.

Apparently it was a wasted effort though, given that she's right here.

"How are you here?" Does this have something to do with the soul stone? But then, why would it take so long? And why here? Why not back on Earth? Back with Barton. Where Sam could know that she's still-

That she found a way back. Somehow.
starer: (44)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-29 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes a moment to just...keep himself from overreacting. The offer they've made is still too good to refuse. So if it means having to deal with all this for a while, it has to be worth it. Right?

Okay, take 2.]


There anywhere on this station where a guy can go to just be alone?
cruelyethuman: (so hot right now)

omg, I love this-- beep beep, Richie

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-29 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The shadows stop, the descending darkness hovering just beyond the mat in the center of the room and the Darkling raises an eyebrow.]

Excuse me?
longoverdue: (you'd believe me; if i smile)

i'm so sorry. tw vaguely homophobic joke

[personal profile] longoverdue 2021-05-29 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Richie, whose eyesight was never good at the best of times and is now complete shit in darkness, briefly entertains the notion of shutting the fuck up and just walking away from this. Unfortunately, his common sense is overridden by the urge to get this zinger right out of his mouth:]

You heard me. I don't give a fuck what kind of kinky shit you're into, but I'm not getting on my knees to suck your dick in the middle of the training room. Take it to the nearest bar.
cruelyethuman: (Head tilt)

[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-29 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What do I want. For the waiting to stop, mostly.

That, and I'm still trying to get used to this thing in my ear. How was this even invented and why. There is no face to look at, nothing to indicate who I am even talking to.
vivecai: (07)

[personal profile] vivecai 2021-05-29 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
There are many worlds that don't. I know a station like this is very alien to many here.

But I would hope the discomfort is worth it, in the end.
vivecai: (07)

[personal profile] vivecai 2021-05-29 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
The sunlight room.

[ her answer is immediate. ]

The illusion there interferes with the security monitoring system. I will still know who enters the room and who exits it, but the room itself doesn't have... how did you put it, cameras?
unclesam: ((140))

Sam Wilson | MCU (Post FATWS)

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-29 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)

✪ // PART I. waking up with a stranger

[ Waking up disoriented and needing a moment to pull himself together, to remember where he is - that much isn't unusual. Occupational hazard, and the last few weeks were spent on a mad dash around the world. Military planes and private jets, hotel rooms, flight hangars and safe houses, all those have kept him from what he now considers his own bed in his family home. This... isn't quite like that, and Sam's on his feet with the instincts of someone combat trained before the sense of 'not where he's meant to be' has fully settled in, and the cobwebs of a strange dream leaving behind an aftertaste of something unknown still cling to him.

Yet his priorities shift the moment he notices another bed, and a person stirring within it. Sam steps closer, crouching by the bed with brows pulling together in concern. He reaches out, but doesn't actually touch the person - he knows better. ]


Hey. Wake up - you okay?

✪ // PART II. the welcome wagon

[ Checking the perimeter is a force of habit, and as such Sam is methodical about exploring his environment, familiarizing himself with the station. Viveca's voice haunts his thoughts like an accusation, like a mockery, like a specialised kinda guilt trip. He still feels the moment Karli went slack in his arms, and the weight in her body as he carried her out of those tunnels. A failure that led him here, and a failure that Viveca's very existence rubs into his face like salt in a nasty wound by virtue of her existence. Sam's having a good time, but he keeps that tucked far away in his chest.

Perhaps you find him in the armory. He'll be working the machine. His gear comes with weapons, but not all of those made their way here, and he'll need ammunition. A knife to carry on his person would also not be the worst investment. When he notices someone else in the room, he throws an easy grin. ]


Y'know, if I accidentally create a glitter bomb, I guarantee for nothing.

[ The sunlight room is pretty damn sweet, and relaxes something clenched in Sam's shoulders. He's made for the open sky, not for closed quarters in goddamn space, thank you very much. And this isn't the same, but it's what he gets, and he'll make something of it. So in here, you might find a man flying, metal wings connected to a thruster pack on his back, moving with a complexity almost as if they're real. He can't go very high, the sky's only an illusion, but Sam will be damned if he doesn't fly some easy, comfortable laps anyway just to enjoy the novelty of it. The wings occasionally fold in, flat against him, and he lets himself fall until he almost crashes to the ground, but they always fold out, catching him and letting him swoop up to the fake sky once more.

The training room draws his attention as well. And if you find Sam here, you might hear him before you spot him - there's the occasional metallic clunking noise, as Sam trains with his shield (form looking considerably better than it does in the beginning of that nice montage). He's built, and he puts in the work - tirelessly so. The dark skin of both is arms is further darkened by bruises that look almost subtle on him but would be nasty on paler skin. Sam's a man who knows he needs to put in twice as much effort, and so he does - and then some. And hey, if anyone's in need of a sparring partner, he's happy to provide. Sam's a tall, muscular man, but surprisingly nimble, and his fighting style is much more based in martial arts and acrobatics than brute force.

Meanwhile, if you encounter him in the mess hall or common living area: ]


I spy with my little eye...

[ Sam glances around. He's wearing his goggles, which means his drone is somewhere else scouting something out for Sam even as he's here 'taking a break'. And the following lines get tossed out for this little game:

"... something red."
"... a bad idea in the making."
"... someone who looks like they're about to improve my day. It's you. You're the chosen one." ]

✪ // PART III. ready steady go

Alright, how you wanna play this?

[ At the start of the simulation, Sam digs through the supply satchels before flicking his eye up to whoever ended up in the simulation with him. It's not real, and he's happy to take the opportunity to let someone else show him what they're all about, take their measure and see what he gets them. He knows how he'd tackle this, but this ain't his command, and it's just a trial run.

His mission statement? To leave anyone behind and get the orb at all costs.

So naturally, whatever happens in the middle, by end of the simulation, when muffled cries sound out, Sam freezes briefly. You can see his jaw clench, eyes flicking from the orb to the wall, and then he shakes his head, grabbing the arm of whoever is in here with him. ]


Yeah that ain't happening. C'mon - help me get through that wall.

[ It's just a simulation. It's not real. Those people aren't real. But that's not what Sam's all about. He's trained pararescue - it might not be real, but it feels real, and he'll happily throw his personal goals down the drain. Sam Wilson will not leave anyone behind without having tried to help them. ]

✪ // NETWORK. un: s.wilson

alright, I gotta ask.
do we all count as aliens since we're in space and are supposed to go to places we're not native to? 'cause in that case, Imma need assistance finding the androids and wizards among y'all to complete my bingo card.

✪ // WILDCARD

[ Feel free to hit me up on [plurk.com profile] inkcharm to plot anything else if these starters don't work for you. ]
Edited 2021-05-29 16:24 (UTC)
unclesam: ((70))

mineshaft

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-29 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit...!

[ Sam tries to make the grab, but it's dark, it's a hard climb, and his fingers barely brush against the fabric of the guy's shirt before he drops.

For a moment the darkness is the night sky above the desert, the rocks raining down around them are the too loud too close pops of RPG fire exploding in the air around them, and once again, he's in the air only to watch his partner get shot out of the sky and plummet to his death with nothing Sam can do.

His throat his dry, and he pushes through. Only a memory. Sam gives up the care of the climb, split second decision based on the distance of the thud, and drops.

The landing isn't elegant, and he folds to his knees immediately, bruising them. Simulation or not, this fucking sucks. ]


Hey, hey... there you are - don't move. You still with me?
starer: (109)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-29 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh for- You've gotta be kidding me.

[It's the only response that a certain drone gets when Bucky first spots it hovering in his periphery. He'd come to the sunlight room for a break. For a few hours free from prying eyes. Coming to terms with everything that's on offer, on just how he can really make amends for all he did- It's a lot to take in. And laying alone in the middle of a (simulated) forest had given him the distance he needed to try and process it all.

And then along comes Redwing. That stupid drone that he regrets asking to be rebuilt. Sure, Sam considered the previous iteration a partner in its own rights. Is clearly enjoying it's Wakandan built offspring. And maybe Bucky enjoys the fact that its existence makes Sam happy too. But that doesn't mean Bucky has to like either version of the droid.

Especially when it encroaches on his personal time.

So he doesn't bother getting up. Doesn't do anything more than give the droid (and the man undoubtedly monitoring him through it) an annoyed look and a raised middle finger, before his arm flops back to the ground again. He has no doubts that Sam will be turning up sooner rather than later. So he's going to stay exactly where he is, laid back and soaking in the virtual sunlight in silence. While he can.]
wylds: DNT. (019. ❚)

network.

[personal profile] wylds 2021-05-29 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
What do androids, wizards, and aliens all have to do with anything? ( it sounds like the set up to a nad pun... )
starer: (29)

[personal profile] starer 2021-05-29 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks. That works.

[Though also-]

These earpieces. Can you still talk to us through them when we're in there? In case something comes up.

[You know, like a mission. Some way to make it a step closer to his goals]
unclesam: ((92))

Wildcard - Just in some random station corridor

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-29 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a whirr. Familiar to Natasha most likely, if a bit lighter, a bit less noisy. A drone lazily trails through the corridor, zooming past her. And then it stops, hovering, before immediately doubling back on its own route with a soft electronic beep that sounds dangerously close to a chirp.

It doesn't look like the Redwing she knows - less dinged up, new and sleek in ways Redwing never was, the paintjob is silver with blue and white, the shape is much less rounded. A small camera set in its belly fixes on Natasha. Whatever she does next, Redwing's not leaving Natasha's side again.

Somewhere else on the station, Sam Wilson abandons what he was doing and breaks into a run that doesn't slow until he he finds them, Redwing feeding him the way into the goggles over his eyes.

Last he'd seen her, she was still blonde all the way back in Wakanda. Two years on the run together, only to feel his body fall to dust on a Wakandan breeze, with nothing but the distant roll of an oncoming storm in his ears; too fast to really process the sensation, but not nearly fast enough to not become aware of it.

Then returning to learn 5 years were gone, and Natasha was just not there anymore. Died on a far away planet to save them all, with no funeral or memorial the likes of which they'd put on for Stark, save for his private breakdown over losing her and Steve and 5 whole years in the lone darkness of a hotel room before he could return home to face his family.

He'd subsequently thrown himself into contracting with the Air Force again, throwing himself into the winds to dig a grave for those he lost and the deafening solitude he felt in their absence within his own chest. As a counselor, he knew that was a bad idea. But then, he wasn't ethically bound to counsel himself, and therefore had no one to judge him for it but something quiet shivering between his ribs.

It's not unusual to see a flash of red hair and think of Natasha. Sometimes he sees tall men with blonde hair and thinks of Steve, or dark blondes with freckles who bring Riley back to his mind. They never quite leave.

Except this time, it's not grief that puts her face into his mind. It's Redwing's direct feeds, and as far as Sam knows, the damned AI that haunts him in the shape of his own latest regret hasn't found a way to mess with Redwing's sensors - yet. He stops some distance from her when he reaches the corridor, and for a moment, Sam just stares until he finally finds himself crossing the distance. And when miraculously, her face remains the familiar one he's seen every day for the past two years and grieved for 6 months, well...

Natasha will have to forgive him, but Sam Wilson is going to press a choked "shit" into the silence, and then closes in to fold her into his arms, bending down to put his head on her shoulder. He'll let her go the moment she pulls back, but there's no version of this in which he'll be able not to hold her.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-29 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
they're the big three, the kinda shit you always end up fighting with or against. just a fact of life - it's always one of them involved somehow.
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[personal profile] nothinglasts 2021-05-29 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Depends on who you ask. They're a monster story, so it's less an advantage for them and more like a curse."

Funny, because they're one of those creatures that has so many versions and roots all over the world by now. Maybe he's from a completely different world somehow. That could be interesting. Or disastrous.

She puts the worrying gun down and straightens up to smile at him. "Something tells me we're both a long way from home."
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[personal profile] cruelyethuman 2021-05-29 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Showing off was a gamble, and the Darkling hadn't been a gambling man in decades. It was this place. It was the promise of righting a wrong for him, that he can get to undo something failed, something wrong. Something broken. About his past.

A boon so great, that he had no other option than to cease it with both hands, and comply. The note by the door had told him to win, and submission had to count for something.

The shadows grow taller, tightening their grasp until the light gets sucked out of the room and it's plunged in to total darkness.

It takes seconds, but the man before him managed to grab his arm and the Darkling stumbles a step forward, his hands slipping away from each other. The raw panic in the man's voice and the firm grip on his arm.]


This isn't how you fight.

[He protests, planting his boots against the mat on the floor. The shadows drop back to the dark corners as soon as his hands are apart. He blinks at Ade.]

Distraction?

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