( Steve mutters to himself, turning a slow circle in the common area and looking about as lost and out of place as any man can be.
His gaze darts over the white walls, the windows filled with darkness. )
This is insane- this is–
( He clocks an Orber at the end of the broad corridor, weighs the risk, and heads for them. Have a possibly familiar-looking American wearing WWI German officers' duds hurrying right up but just keeping his distance, and demanding answers: )
What is this; are we really in space? ( A Look crosses his face, that of a sudden, despairing revelation. ) Are we dead?
5.0/6.0
( Everything gets a once-over, the various rooms of the station investigated with a close eye. The lab holds his interest longer than most, possessed of some sick fear that he'll find Dr. Maru tucked in a corner somewhere under her green chemist's bonnet, tinkering away at her terrible formula.
Instead it's just messy, idly so as the spaces of brilliant minds often are, and no gas canisters in sight.
Anyone in there will get him sidling up to them, interested: )
What are you working on?
( Later, Steve steps out into blustery cold and a sudden snowfall, so shocked he has to take a second to catch his breath.
Winter sparkles as far as the eye can see, running in drifts of white to snow-capped trees under a cloudy sky.
Glancing back behind him to the lab, he looks again to the snow, the accumulation of silver flakes decorating his coat, his shoulders. )
Oh, I am way outta my depth here.
Wildcard
( ooc: lmk if you have any questions, Steve will be p much everywhere and into everything! )
Steve Trevor | DCEU
Ohh no. No no-
( Steve mutters to himself, turning a slow circle in the common area and looking about as lost and out of place as any man can be.
His gaze darts over the white walls, the windows filled with darkness. )
This is insane- this is–
( He clocks an Orber at the end of the broad corridor, weighs the risk, and heads for them. Have a possibly familiar-looking American wearing WWI German officers' duds hurrying right up but just keeping his distance, and demanding answers: )
What is this; are we really in space? ( A Look crosses his face, that of a sudden, despairing revelation. ) Are we dead?
5.0/6.0
( Everything gets a once-over, the various rooms of the station investigated with a close eye. The lab holds his interest longer than most, possessed of some sick fear that he'll find Dr. Maru tucked in a corner somewhere under her green chemist's bonnet, tinkering away at her terrible formula.
Instead it's just messy, idly so as the spaces of brilliant minds often are, and no gas canisters in sight.
Anyone in there will get him sidling up to them, interested: )
What are you working on?
( Later, Steve steps out into blustery cold and a sudden snowfall, so shocked he has to take a second to catch his breath.
Winter sparkles as far as the eye can see, running in drifts of white to snow-capped trees under a cloudy sky.
Glancing back behind him to the lab, he looks again to the snow, the accumulation of silver flakes decorating his coat, his shoulders. )
Oh, I am way outta my depth here.
Wildcard
( ooc: lmk if you have any questions, Steve will be p much everywhere and into everything! )