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TDM 001


TEST DRIVE MEME 001 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore.

Please note: FOR THE FIRST 24 HOURS AFTER 'HATCHING', CHARACTERS WILL FEEL WEAK AND ANY POWERS THEY HAVE WILL NOT WORK.

Test drive meme threads can be considered game canon for players who are later accepted and wish to keep their CR. The rescue mission prompt will be a TDM-exclusive, but the other prompts that you see here will also appear on our first game log. There will, of course, be more going on that week.

Please reserve questions about consequences for altering or meaningfully investigating the setting for the first log of the game, where we will have a Mod Questions thread at the top of the log. On this test drive meme, please reserve this thread for clarification and setting questions.

On the first day of reserves (May 10th), only players who participate in the TDM will be allowed to reserve. You must link an AC-length thread from the TDM for early access. Starting on the 11th, any prospective player may submit a reserve. Our hope is that this will avoid overwhelming our reserves.

❀ HATCHING


Congrats, you've woken up in an egg. I'm sure this is exactly how you wanted to spend your Saturday, right? There's no time to get curious and check out the other egg sacs. By the time you've fought your way out of the membranous sac, spilled electric blue goop everywhere, wiped it out of your eyes and sundry other orifices to get your bearings, you have a spear (or a gun) leveled at your face, throat, or other vital organs. Even if you might be inclined to fight, you can barely lift your arms to protest being grabbed and dragged off. Before you can even get a word in edgewise, you've been thrown into a holding cell.

Characters will not have a chance to retrieve their items at the time of the first hatching, and may not even know there is anything left in the remaining eggs.

The holding cell stinks of something sour and acidic, like rotted citrus, but you are not alone. Several other detainees sit in similar squalid confusion, dressed strangely and equally gooey. Time to make nice, ask questions... figure out what the hell is going on, and maybe do something about all that slime?

Over the next few days, a few things become clear. Despite the alien greeting, your captors speak a language that you understand, and the unpleasant circumstances are revealed to be a matter of necessity, not choice. Supplies are low, but they ensure that the new arrivals' time imprisoned is as painless as can be — they offer hot communal showers of less than three minutes, some strange starchy meal-replacement, and medical treatment to those in need. You might strike up a conversation with your new best friend in the shower over a low soap dispenser or when you realize you might need to share towels.

The cost of these luxuries comes in the form of touch-and-go interrogation by the security officers keeping tabs on the cells and supervising the shower time.

A few notes:
☆ Your character may get pulled away for interrogation at some point. No torture, no drugs; just questioning.

☆ Locals will be stopping by outside the freestanding holding cells to ogle or ask questions. Are you really going to be mean to that little kid staring at you with wide eyes?

☆ Characters will be let out for bio breaks. No one has to pee in a bucket, that's just inhumane!

☆ Attempts to escape will probably get you tasered. The mods will not facilitate escape-plots/etc on test drive memes. However: if you app and are accepted you are more than welcome to chat with us about the possibility of having escaped or attempted it.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

On the heels of a little benign interrogation, a medical inspection, and a stern talking to by Captain Childe, the survivors at Basecamp Leviathan determine one thing: you don't appear to be an active threat.

Released from the detention center after three days, you are given the run-down by the locals — you're on a planet called Ethyraia, and the people around you are survivors of the catastrophic crash of the UCSS Adamant several years prior. You, in fact, showed up on the third anniversary of the crash. Weird coincidence, huh?

You're being allowed to mingle with the others. The first order of the day is having a proper meal at the mess hall — some of the Adamant's survivors will be friendlier than others. They've been stranded here for years, remember? Some of them will be so desperate to talk to someone who has news of other places, and some will be giving you the cold shoulder.

You'll be fed the same as the rest of them. A plastic plate of crumbled protein of unidentifiable origin and gravy over rice with a single wilted stalk of broccoli and a cup of the worst coffee you've ever had. Maybe somebody bumps into you and spills said coffee, maybe you make it all the way to one of the long tables set out for communal eating.

Time to strike up a chat with your neighbor — maybe ask them to pass the salt?

(What do you mean, there's no salt!?)

After a meal — it's hard to say which one you'd call it, since the whole crew is on rotating schedules — you may decide to wander the basecamp. Folks in every department could use a hand. Those willing to help out may get friendlier reception than those who play the tourist. For more info on what else you might find, check out the LOCATIONS page.

During this time, characters will be able to return to the Central Chrysalis where they hatched. While there are no clues as to how they got there, they might find items — their own, or someone else's. Everyone is strapped for supplies, but try not to snatch up anything that isn't yours. The security officers don't look kindly on people chasing one other down the hall, trying to get back their dirty magazines.

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to help out anywhere. Every little bit of assistance you offer to the locals will raise their estimation of you. You could easily help clean dishes after the meal, help fix leaky piping or repair hammocks. You could stop by the aid station and assist with the wounded. You'll be watched closely and some of the survivors will be warier than others, but most will appreciate the opportunity to have a 'break'.

☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ PCs will be warned about going beyond the shade of the dragon's wings. For the sake of the test drive mods will not be facilitating plots that deal with characters going further; we ask that players with an interest in exploring this wait until the game is fully open.

❀ RESCUE MISSION

"There's no time to waste," the woman says breathlessly as she grabs your arm. She pulls you to an augmented reality sand table and you will find yourself standing alongside some of the others you may recognize as having 'hatched' with you. There are murmurs by the Adamant's survivors as they pour over data. Maybe you remember Captain Childe from the stern interrogation she gave you a few days ago, but in any case but she's standing at the edge of the sand table looking at the distance scaled between the enormous huddle of HUD badges — the Adamant's survivors — and a tiny pocket of pulsing green some fifteen kilometers away.

"They knew better," Captain Childe says, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "They should have been back hours ago."

"Fucking scientists," says a man with a faintly French accent. He is scarred and battle-worn, and looks properly pissed off. He's also sporting several fresh injuries, one of which seems to have warranted the use of a crutch. "They'd lose their heads if they weren't attached. Let them wait out the storm."

"No," the captain says. "They're too close to the Rat Nest. We don't need a repeat of —" she trails off, as if seeing you for the first time. She looks you up and down, and then: "You've been told by now that everyone here has to pitch in. If you know how to fight, be ready in ten minutes. You're our rescue squad." She turns and walks out, and there's an awkward moment where everyone present is looking at you to make a choice.

Ten minutes really isn't a lot of time to get ready to walk into danger. Or maybe you aren't a fighter. Maybe you just don't care. But either way, there are people looking to you. To see how you'll react. To see what you'll do. To see if you belong.

What'll it be, hatchling? Fight or flight? Maybe you ought to start coming up with a plan.

FIELD WORK

There's a cadre of scientists cut off by acid rain. From their last transmission, they were driven into the Rat Warrens — and you've been tasked with rescuing them. Too many members of the Security Team are themselves injured, and none of the remaining ones have experience leading a fire team. Let's hope you do — or at least that you can fake it.

Maybe you've hand-picked your team. Maybe you're just stuck with whoever else was closest. Either way, your companions are some of the people you might recognize as fellow 'hatchlings'. If you know them already — good, you've got a head start on what they might be capable of out in the field, and you can chat about the little things. You know, like the weather. Acid rain, gotta love it.

Either way. You're given few small slabs of surprisingly lightweight alloy that has a sheet of — is that hide from the Leviathan? — stretched across them, to divide up amongst your team. "Helps with the rain," Ensign Porter says, trying to sound cheerful despite the grim set to his jaw. "Just come back in one piece. I kinda feel responsible for you guys, you know?"

Before you know it, you're outfitted for the trip. Weapons (if you didn't have your own) and maybe some medical supplies, handed over with a grimace by Doc Sunya.

So then it's just you, your tiny team and a fifteen kilometer hike. Oh, and the acid rain. Luckily, the shields seem to be keeping it off, but it's hard to hear anything over the impact of the drops. Anyone want to play I never?

Or maybe you think you should make a break for it. This is your first time being outside the Leviathan unsupervised. You've got supplies, and other people with as little to lose here as you do. Maybe you should talk.

THE RAT WARREN

You've made it to the last transmitted location of the scientists. What you find doesn't bode well — one of them seemed to have an arm torn off — at least, you think it's an arm — the way it's been disintegrated by the rain makes it hard to tell.

One thing's certain, though. There are bloodstains leading into the nearby maw of a hole in the ground. There's a putrid odor wafting from it, and the sound of frantic scrabbling.

You have an idea of what might be down there. 'Giant rats with tentacles', Porter had said. Don't let the tentacles grab you, they leave chemical burns that usually result in amputation if they can't be treated immediately. But there's a chance the scientists are still alive, and you need to make your choice.

If you and your small team venture down into the darkness, what happens next is up to you. You'll be encountering hoards of these monsters. The scientists are still alive, but will they stay that way? And more importantly, can you get them back to the Leviathan in one piece?

PCs versus the local fauna, round one, FIGHT!

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to put player characters 'in charge' of the planning/logistics phase. If another PC tags into your thread, you and that player can decide which PC will be 'leading the charge'.

☆ Your character will have: a mini-railgun, a spear (if they don't have their items/weapons from home), a first-aid kit, the acid rain shields, ration bars (that are essentially condensed protein bars — they do not taste good) and one of the smartwatches, which will have a mini holographic HUD displayable on its interface. If your character is the sort to request other things, feel free to assume they received them (within reason — please remember that resource scarcity is the name of the game — feel free to be creative here!).

☆ There are fifteen kilometers to cover. If your character has an ability like superspeed/etc, please keep in mind it will work, but you also have your allies to consider. Normal walking time over this distance, given the difficulty of the environment (steep hills, acid rain, unknown territory, etc) would translate to several hours to an average person.

☆ Feel free to use the NPC scientists however you'd like. If you want your character to find some dead, you can. If you'd prefer they be rescued, that is also acceptable. These are essentially 'your' NPCs that you are using to facilitate the story at this point — the sky is the metaphoric limit!

❀ BOOZE

A week. You've been here for a week.

By now, you might have tried to venture out of Basecamp Leviathan and experienced firsthand the acid rains that the security officers warned you about. Or you might be teaching the kids at the schoolyard how to gamble. In any event, Thorkil seems to take pity on his disoriented new friends and taps his distillery for a little help.

Invitation passes by word of mouth to meet at the memorial wall. Moonshine of questionable quality is passed around in tin cups — hope no one's afraid of germs — as Thorkil explains the great relief it is to be gaining people instead of losing them. This settlement isn't big, and they aren't overburdened with hope or supplies, but there's been a lot of loss in the past three years. Some people might be willing to look at the arrival of these newcomers as a sign that things are turning around.

Bottoms up, hatchlings, and ... Happy Birthday?

A few notes:
☆ Feel free to turn this into an impromptu party. Maybe you're celebrating getting all the scientists back alive! Maybe it's something like a wake to remember them in the sad event of their passing. Either way, many of the engineers and other NPCs may join you in this moonlight drinking session, as well as whatever PCs you tag out to or are tagged by.)

❀ OBLIGATORY NETWORK


Welcome people of all kinds to Basecamp Leviathan! I'd give you a hand moving in except...

I have no hands.
Because I'm an AI.
Get it?
It's a joke.

My name is Cartagena. But anyway, this isn't about me or the Adamant for once. This is about all of you. So if you would kindly fill out the following questionnaire to get to know each other; it would also be very helpful for my systems.

NOTE: Participation is MANDATORY.

That was another joke. It's all voluntary. You people and your free will.

1. What is your name?
2. Where are you from?
3. What's your favorite smell? Please describe it as you would to a person without a nose. Because I do not have a nose.
4. If you could be any animal in any world, what would you be?
5. How old are you?
6. Did you enjoy this questionnaire?

Thank you for your participation! Please enjoy the rest of your stay here at Basecamp Leviathan.


sunmon: (pic#14873539)

[personal profile] sunmon 2021-05-20 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ in all her weeks of new faces, she's never once had to introduce herself. if kirigan isn't on hand, eager to do it for her, eager to present her like some kind of prized deer he hunted, then they already knew by other means. chatter, gossip, the mere awareness of her newness.

alina hesitates a moment, trying to decide how she feels about the change. she doesn't settle on an answer before reaching out to take his hand, shaking it.
]

Alina Starkov. [ she withdraws her hand. ] What do you travel for? Are you some kind of soldier? [ 'some kind' because he doesn't look it. ] A merchant?
angerberg: (pic#14132774)

[personal profile] angerberg 2021-05-20 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
That is an excellent question.

[ she does not look apologetic, even though the horse is clearly panicked, and roach has never done anything to offend yennefer. roach is attached to geralt, and yennefer would rather walk over hot coals than confront her complicated feelings for him at a time like this.

does he even know about sodden? does he even know that she might be dead? she should have gone to find him when things turned south. hidden away somewhere. instead she'd sat there drinking with fucking tissaia, who was —

the thoughts cloud her mind as she looks over the pistol, more interested now. she is more careful, too.
]

A weapon of some kind. [ she's only seen magic do this sort of thing in the past. but if it's magic, it's elegantly designed alongside some kind of blacksmith. ]
figlia_morbida: ([halcyon and on])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-20 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not yelling!!! She's chastising. There's a difference.

Trish makes a small noise at his response, however, energy escaping in a slow exhaled breath, and she's not cowed, exactly, but Bruno couldn't be more wrong. Of course she's terrified, but once again, she has no actual control over the situation and neither does Bruno, which is a harrowing thought. There's the unbidden, new fear of "what if they get separated" floating around too, because at least having someone familiar to discuss with and talk to made it feel immediately less daunting even if it still felt too surreal to really digest. Losing that would be...

But of course, Bruno is always so focused. And sure, he has a point, so she wrinkles her nose, turning sullenly away from him, burying her face into her arms. She's tired.
]

Right, I forgot.

[No, she didn't.]

This stuff makes me nauseous just from looking at it...

[She murmurs, mostly to herself. This is the worst!!! Time to mope in her slimed state like a professional would.]
figlia_morbida: ([word up])

edas mission to make someone return to the yolk begins

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-20 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish will be fine...the inherent ridiculousness of arguing on the internet will wash out most of the sour taste.

She isn't impressed, in any case, but if there's any improvement here, it's that she doesn't doubt Eda at least means it with that statement. It's a common sentiment, at least in the posturing sense, but oddly grim coming from someone like this owl lady.

Even owl people have a taste for vengeance, she supposes!!
]

For your sake I hope the problem is as simple as thievery.

[It absolutely is way more complicated than that, so Trish is perhaps doomed to an eggy prison. Alas.]
figlia_morbida: ([times like these])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-05-20 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh? Trish presses a hand to her chin.]

Huh? He does this as a habit? Did he do this before coming here?

I'll never understand boys.


[Gosh.]

Sometimes they do things that make sense only to them.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-20 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Who's he to argue with that?

Sam can wish it weren't so, can wish she'd still be there, but truth be told it would be for his own sake. He's been feeling unmoored before him and Bucky got their shit figured out, and he's feeling unmoored in entirely different ways now. Six months of a life in shambles and his closest friends just... gone.

Who's he to tell her that he has regrets when she has none?

Who's he to tell her that it was cheating, that he got there first, his friends just decided somewhere along the lines that some lives could be traded after all, that pitching the world into utter chaos for a second time was worth it all?

And he resents none of them their choices, not truly. Even the ones that hurt deep, that layer new wounds over old scars, even those he doesn't resent. Not really, even in moments he allows himself a little less than what he fronts to the world.

So he cups her face in his hands, wipes a thumb over residual wetness, because yeah - his suit's good with a few tears on his shoulder, and his own eyes still swim. ]


Quite the legacy to live up to, Tasha. I'm... not happy you got rebirthed in an egg, but I won't lie... still damn good to see you.

[ Cause it was never gonna be just Steve's weight on his shoulders. That shield might not represent her, but Sam mourns by trying to do right by the ones he lost.

She gave him a life back, and she gave him back to his family, and she gave him the chance to finally slot into place with his best friend and partner.

Quite the gift, all things consideres.

His hand falls onto her shoulder, and he takes a step back then, just to look her over. It leaves space for her to look back, too, but that doesn't matter quite as much to him right now. ]


I see red's coming back in.
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[personal profile] neversmall 2021-05-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...well, that sounds like a big old can of worms. Though Nina isn't sure from the context if they'd both been caught or if his partner had left him to be caught, it's not the sort of conversation she thinks is helpful.

She wonders, not for the first time, who had sold her out. That sort of thought hadn't been helpful to her before, and it was even less helpful now.

But. Well. Curiosity and character assessing, both: ]


What were you trying to steal?
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not his story to tell. His eyes lower then. If he's on unsteady footing here, it's been worse with Bucky. But with this, well.

It's one more thing they gotta talk about.

But this isn't about him and Bucky right now. Not about his own guilt and anger either. He can push it down with Sam's hand on his shoulder. There's more he needs to know. More questions. We got that covered. A lot happens in those six months.

He's missed a lot.

He's missed Sam.

A little bit of the tension eases from his expression, lingering at the edges of his eyes and mouth when he smiles at him, lopsided and tight. He's not naturally tactile. Wasn't part of his upbringing, wasn't something he was even that conscious of until later. His hand lifts to grip Sam's forearm. ]


That makes two of us. [ He gives his arm a squeeze, brow furrowing through his smile. Nothing for Sam to apologize for either. ]

Just... glad to have you back.
freightcars: (ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇᴡᴀʏ)

[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
( My nephews adore you.

He has to peel his eyes up away from the shield and settle them on Sam again to make sure he's actually still talking to Bucky. That Steve or Natasha haven't wandered up. It's so out of the blue and, frankly, a little incomprehensible to him right now — particularly considering the last conversation (argument) he remembers them having back on Earth.

He likes kids.

He chews the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste a little copper, but it's healing up faster than he's worrying a sore into it.

He sleeps on the hardwood floor in his living room because he sweats so much he's just ruining the mattress. The concept of take my truck, go to the store, buy a cake, bring it back being an actual... thing that he did, that he does is... Foreign. It's just foreign.

Sam asks, and he's met with silence — but a long stare, which is Bucky Barnes for "okay". It's silent attentiveness, because "no" would have just been him walking away.
)
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-21 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
( Another reason he put himself behind her — Bucky can run like thirty-five god damn miles an hour. Odds are he could have probably outpaced them, but he'd also outpace her. It's hard to get a gauge on how much to slow himself down from the lead, it's just easier to adjust to his partner this way.

This ain't cutting it, though. It's just not gonna work. ​
)

Plan B!

( He yells at her over the din, stealth obviously gone out the window. There's a ripping sound coming from behind her as Barnes goes about tearing off his opposite sleeve — the right one this time, to the shock of the audience at home. )

Get ready!

( To do, you know, the only thing they both know she can do. He fumbles, rifle bouncing off his chest as he works with both hands to tie his sleeve around his forehead.

As soon as it's in place--
)

Do it--

( He tugs the sleeve down over his eyes like a blindfold. Turns and drops to one knee so his body isn't blocking the light, and he starts firing with his eyes wide open, looking through the weave of the fabric. )
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-21 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's perspective. The how and why can't connect 'cause Bucky's not lived it, can't put names and faces to people he's not met yet. Doesn't know he'll hang out on a boat, on the docks, drinking beer and fixing shit and smiling. And Sam's got no interest in walking him through all that, because that wouldn't help - it would just be a pile of meaningless future things that he might not get to, sneezed halfway across the galaxy as he is. But a little perspective, a little silver lining?

That can't possibly be a bad thing, right? Even if this Bucky doesn't get it, yet. Even if this Bucky's not the one who made amends to Sam. Not about to leave him out in the cold. Not with the way he looks at the shield as if shell-shocked that it doesn't even begin to fix anything. ]


Your answer ain't gonna be in Steve's book, or the shield's legacy. Sure as shit ain't gonna be in Raynor's rules, either.

[ He looks at Bucky, meets that stare and holds it. ]

It ain't in putting your worth into what other people think of you. Steve's... gone, back home. Him being here... that don't change my point. People having faith in you's a good thing, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter what Steve thinks of you - it doesn't, even if it feels like the only thing that matters. Whether the shield's in a museum or on Captain America's arm, that ain't gonna fix things for you.

[ Sam lets that sit for a breath, but holds up his hand to indicate he's not done. This is harder to do sitting down. And he knows it might not land, or take longer to land. And hell, maybe Bucky's not gonna take it well. Saying this isn't about making Sam feel better either, though. It's about Bucky. ]

Your past is hell. And your nightmares keep you there. Don't mean you gotta live in it. You wanna climb out, you gotta put in the work. Make actual amends. Find your own way to be of service to other people. Ain't gonna help you to say sorry to someone and cross their name off your list. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are, Buck.
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[personal profile] deathpending 2021-05-21 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fate always seems to have its plans. Myrddin had greeted him on the dark street in London and now? Now he hatched out of an egg, for heaven's sake. It's much more pleasant than the bloody gutter, but Jonathan almost mulishly prefers his first miserable awakening. At least he'd still been home. ]

Perhaps! Soldiers would be better suited — but I don't blame them for not sparing anything. It tests our loyalties well, doesn't it?
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-05-21 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
( At some point in that lengthy truth bomb, his eyes drop away from Sam. They don't land back on the shield either, they head out somewhere and nowhere. They point at nothing, and he doesn't even fully take in what he sees.

They haven't covered that much ground yet, between the two of them. They haven't been through a rollercoaster of bullshit together. They haven't done much fighting together. They haven't spent their time in amicable quiet patching up Sam's boat.

Bucky's still flaring with angry indignation after seeing Walker step out onto that stage. He's still a gaping wound, and Sam's words feel less like a balm and more like salt right now. Lemon juice in the paper cut he's getting from that shield not holding up to what he needed from it.

A muscle in his jaw flexes, tenses. Now, just like then, he says:
)

Good talk.

( Except it isn't with any amusement or wry fondness sticking to it. It's hoarse, it's the closed-off sound of a man withdrawing. He raps his knuckles gently on the table in an absent parting gesture, and wheels around to make for a steely retreat.

Too much to think about, too much happening at once, too much for him to swallow gracefully in one conversation.

He needs air, and privacy, and maybe a drink that he can't even feel.
)
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-21 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a blow he knows he needs to be prepared for and shield himself from, but doesn't. Some hits you just take. He lets Bucky go, because what else is there to do.

It's a reminder, if nothing else. The wrong Bucky for Sam, and the wrong Cap for Bucky. This place spit them out twisted up and ripped away from the cloth they're cut from. There's no forcing some realizations. Bucky still deserves to have these truths at his fingertips for when he needs them, if he ever will, like months of text messages going unanswered. And Sam knows he can't fault the man for needing time and space, and won't treat him differently for it.

Sam takes a long deliberate breath and waits until Bucky's out of sight to push the shield back off the table, lean it against the side, out of sight. Goes back to fixing and recalibrating what he can fix and recalibrate.

It's a weird, quietly resigned kind of loss, of a friend and partner who's never actually become either, and perhaps never will. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-21 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ A few weeks, Steve had said. Grief must still raw, and Sam can't even begin to picture the level of it. The weight of half the galaxy being snuffed out. Not a loss Sam thinks he will ever understand - and for that, at least, he can be grateful.

This Steve, here in front of him, has endured for weeks. There's a version of him that endures for 5 years, that fights himself bloody and broken all over again to fix everything. It traumatizes the whole world a second time. It pushes Steve to a breaking point, or so Sam thinks quietly. To a point where fleeing into a happiness away from all he gained must have seemed easier. It would be easy to resent that - Sam's been returned to find his life in shambles and trembling on the tightrope without a safety net, the world's been left a mess. He's chosen to fight to make it better. But at the end of the day he can't resent Steve for not holding out for that fight himself. How do you reconcile 5 years and trillions of lives throughout the galaxy for a man who's already shouldered too much?

Sam doesn't know. And perhaps it's a mercy that the Steve he finds himself reunited with is not one who felt that weight for more than a few no doubt horrifically painful weeks. ]


How are you, man? I mean, really.

[ Sam's eyes soften in response to the squeeze on his arm. He's mourned for half a year, but the truth is that the Steve who left into his own form of retirement and passed the shield along was barely the Steve Sam remembers. Five years are a long time. ]
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idk what you're talking about

[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-21 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps he has a point. It isn't as though these rats will hunt them down from so far a distance of the base to retaliate, or whatever alien rats are wont to do. Probably. ]

Alright.

[ Bruno seems like he's used to being in charge, and as things are, 9S has little reason to defy him—though it would be remiss of him to even consider it. And so, he follows.

It grows silent, not unexpectedly so. And in case either of them were beginning to wonder if they're heading down the right trail, well—the stains of red make a comeback, smeared in a way that whoever it belonged to was clearly dragged. 9S' posture tenses again at the sight. ]


... You really think these guys are still gonna be alive?

[ He's seen these scenes before; they rarely end well. ]
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-21 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all his talk, 9S does wonder if he could fend off... however many people they'd have on standby, even with help. He's no warrior, though her, on the other hand... there's a certain look and air to her that tells 9S she'd have a better chance than him. A good thing she's agreed to help. ]

Wonder who they are.

[ Any conclusions he could come to don't make a lick of sense. ]

... Or how we got here.
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[personal profile] bestaround 2021-05-21 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good question; he hasn't bothered keeping track, not with his mind focused elsewhere. Nonetheless, 9S takes a moment to think about it, then begins with that who knows shake of his head. ]

An hour? [ Tops, most likely. Too long regardless of the time passed, honestly. ] What's it got to do with anything?
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[personal profile] prevail 2021-05-21 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Just wondering.

[ She shrugs, and says no more.

The reason may become evident as her eyes follow the paces of a guard who passes them by moments later. Only when he's past earshot does she speak again, abruptly, as though she had never paused. ]


They've probably got set patrols. Could be useful to know.

[ Get her drift? ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Hunting down the madman that wiped out half of all life in the universe.

[ Answered grimly.

So yeah. His reason for not wanting to end up stuck here either. ]
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-05-22 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ The question gets a soft exhale, his head tilting a degree as he blinks unevenly, meeting Sam's gaze in earnest. ]

I'm good — [ his brow scrunches again, like he knows how believable that must sound ] — I'm better. Just so long as I don't wake up.

[ Half joke, half humming with the same tension that's been running through their conversation. Doesn't entirely feel real.

His eyebrows raise. ​]


What about you? Your sister...

[ He'd checked on her early on when they were compiling the list of those missing and confirmed.

Two years on the run Sam had barely got to see her or his nephews. Then to lose five years...

You can accuse him of deflecting, but it's just as equally if not more just earnest concern. ]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2021-05-22 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He's not sure about that, but he's also not really in a position to argue. 76 shrugs and does as Mattias says--takes a big pull from his drink. It's still bad. He grimaces a little, trying to shake it off.]

Still terrible.

[As if they needed that affirmation.]
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here, I think that wraps this thread up neatly <3

[personal profile] unclesam 2021-05-22 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam holds Steve's eyes long enough, eyebrows cocked in an expression that Steve must be incredibly familiar with. It's an expression that say 'oh, this how we doing it?' with a healthy dose of 'I see your bullshit, I call your bullshit, I understand your bullshit'.

Just so lang as I don't wake up.

How long did Sam dream about still flying missions and test run with Riley, every night? How long until he stopped seeing Riley out of hte corner of his eyes, until he stopped reaching for his phone to text a man who was no longer even there? ]


Sarah's... no longer technically my little sister, I guess. AJ and Cass jumped from vaguely person shaped worms to little men, and that... that's wild.

[ 7 years. And who knows how much he's missing now.

There's a lot he wants to say.

My nephews adore Bucky. He's good with them.

I failed you more than you failed me.

I need us to be good, but I feel like Walker right now - Just a dude in a costume, when the real Cap's right there.

He doesn't say any of it.

Instead... instead he smiles. Small at first, and then a grin. ]


She punched me. Can you believe that? Hard, too, not just a little. Right on the arm. Bet you, even you'd have felt it. I'm telling you, you got the wrong Wilson sibling...

[ And as they walk, he presses further for that. For easy. For talking about his sister, and his nephews. About how Delacroix changed and how it didn't.

Because they need a new baseline. Sam needs to connect them back together again, beyond mutual grief and the awkwardness of the legacy that sits on him no longer like a second skin and now like an imposter's costume. He pushes that away for now. And focuses on just... hanging out with Steve, like they've always done. Not as the Falcon and Captain America, not as two Captain Americas, just... Sam and Steve. 'cause they're good like that. And maybe once they've found their base line, maybe then it'll be easier to talk about the things they're both deflecting right now. ]

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[personal profile] trassel 2021-05-22 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hardly needed re-affirming. Matthias hasn't even drunk all that much — the officers were very strict, and he never bothered with those boys who could sneak in contraband into the camp. ]

Then it is lucky at least there's only one cup to finish.
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