((ooc: canonpoint is Endgame, directly after the final battle with Thanos.))
1.0 [The incessant poking startles Steve awake, causing him to leap up into a seated position before his eyes even finished opening properly. Instinct has him scanning his surroundings, searching for a source of danger, but all he sees is a very white hallway lined with what he's hoping are all sleeping people.
And a small robot continuously ramming into the side of his thigh. It messages for him to move as he blinks down at it, realizing that it wants to clean the floor underneath him. And, who is he to stop it?]
Alright, no need to be rude about it. [Is what he mutters to the robot as he drags himself slowly to his feet. His body is still in the process of mending some of the injuries he sustained in the battle against Thanos, and his injuries pull uncomfortably as he moves. But he doesn't go far, and kneels down next to the closest sleeping figure, reaching out a hand to gently shake their shoulder.]
Hello? It's time to get up now. You won't like the wake up call you get otherwise. [He's a bit of a sight to see: wearing a dirty and torn Captain America uniform that's stained with dried blood in places. He looks like a man in desperate need of a shower. And maybe some first aid.]
4.0 [After finding his feet a bit it doesn't take long before Steve finds his way to the armory. He knows he's going to need some kind of weapon going forward. He had woken up sans shield, and considering the state it had been in after Thanos shattered chunks of it, he wouldn't have been able to use it anyways. And somehow, it feels just as well. He's not here as Captain America, so he has no use for Captain America's shield. He has another shield in mind.
After tinkering with the machine for awhile, familiarizing himself with the control panel, he finally ends up with a finished product that he's happy with. Anyone coming by the armory will run into Steve securing two black shields to his forearms. Maybe it's not Vibranium, but it'll have to do.]
5.0 [The appetite of a super soldier is no joking matter. And seeing as Steve had endured days of eating very little on the go, a major battle, several injuries, and a couple of additional hours scouting out the station, by the time he makes his way to the kitchen he's practically ravenous. He collects a bit of everything onto a couple of plates and carries his meal to one of the tables in the mess hall. And proceeds to dig in.
He makes it through his first plate in record time, but by the time he moves onto the second his hunger is sated enough to eat a bit slower. But the damage is already done for anyone who just witnessed him devouring what looked like an entire pizza in moments.]
11.0 [Steve is in his element, having a mission with a clear objective, as well as a task of his own to complete. And lucky for him, his task coincides well with the larger mission. 'Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.' Isn't that what they're here to do anyways? Other Orbers might feel safer working alone, but Steve has always been a team player. Besides, this is as good a chance as any to get to know the members of his new team.
After listening in on the chatter going on around the club, and determining that something strange is happening involving the stage, he looks for another Orber to share information with. It's a bit difficult considering they all seem to have blended into the crowd one way or another. He doesn't know it yet himself, but he's grown a tail and his skin has taken on a deep blue coloring. But, finally, he spots someone he vaguely recognizes despite the changes and moves towards them, keeping his voice low once he's close enough that they can hear him.]
I don't know if you've heard, but it sounds like the stage is the highlight of the night.
wildcard; [Make your own starter! I'm open for anything. Feel free to use prompt 4.0 for training and for prompt 11.0 I'm open to bodyswaps. If you want to plan something out shoot me a PM or hit me up on Plurk: NearTheHeart!]
Steve Rogers | MCU
1.0 [The incessant poking startles Steve awake, causing him to leap up into a seated position before his eyes even finished opening properly. Instinct has him scanning his surroundings, searching for a source of danger, but all he sees is a very white hallway lined with what he's hoping are all sleeping people.
And a small robot continuously ramming into the side of his thigh. It messages for him to move as he blinks down at it, realizing that it wants to clean the floor underneath him. And, who is he to stop it?]
Alright, no need to be rude about it. [Is what he mutters to the robot as he drags himself slowly to his feet. His body is still in the process of mending some of the injuries he sustained in the battle against Thanos, and his injuries pull uncomfortably as he moves. But he doesn't go far, and kneels down next to the closest sleeping figure, reaching out a hand to gently shake their shoulder.]
Hello? It's time to get up now. You won't like the wake up call you get otherwise. [He's a bit of a sight to see: wearing a dirty and torn Captain America uniform that's stained with dried blood in places. He looks like a man in desperate need of a shower. And maybe some first aid.]
4.0 [After finding his feet a bit it doesn't take long before Steve finds his way to the armory. He knows he's going to need some kind of weapon going forward. He had woken up sans shield, and considering the state it had been in after Thanos shattered chunks of it, he wouldn't have been able to use it anyways. And somehow, it feels just as well. He's not here as Captain America, so he has no use for Captain America's shield. He has another shield in mind.
After tinkering with the machine for awhile, familiarizing himself with the control panel, he finally ends up with a finished product that he's happy with. Anyone coming by the armory will run into Steve securing two black shields to his forearms. Maybe it's not Vibranium, but it'll have to do.]
5.0 [The appetite of a super soldier is no joking matter. And seeing as Steve had endured days of eating very little on the go, a major battle, several injuries, and a couple of additional hours scouting out the station, by the time he makes his way to the kitchen he's practically ravenous. He collects a bit of everything onto a couple of plates and carries his meal to one of the tables in the mess hall. And proceeds to dig in.
He makes it through his first plate in record time, but by the time he moves onto the second his hunger is sated enough to eat a bit slower. But the damage is already done for anyone who just witnessed him devouring what looked like an entire pizza in moments.]
11.0 [Steve is in his element, having a mission with a clear objective, as well as a task of his own to complete. And lucky for him, his task coincides well with the larger mission. 'Team up with a fellow Orber to uncover the hidden location.' Isn't that what they're here to do anyways? Other Orbers might feel safer working alone, but Steve has always been a team player. Besides, this is as good a chance as any to get to know the members of his new team.
After listening in on the chatter going on around the club, and determining that something strange is happening involving the stage, he looks for another Orber to share information with. It's a bit difficult considering they all seem to have blended into the crowd one way or another. He doesn't know it yet himself, but he's grown a tail and his skin has taken on a deep blue coloring. But, finally, he spots someone he vaguely recognizes despite the changes and moves towards them, keeping his voice low once he's close enough that they can hear him.]
I don't know if you've heard, but it sounds like the stage is the highlight of the night.
wildcard; [Make your own starter! I'm open for anything. Feel free to use prompt 4.0 for training and for prompt 11.0 I'm open to bodyswaps. If you want to plan something out shoot me a PM or hit me up on Plurk: