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october plot: open unless otherwise stated
Who: steve rogers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
starspangle) & anyone, with some open prompts and some closed starters
What: october plot + everything in between
When: october
Where: around town
Warning(s): any necessary warnings will be clearly marked in-thread.
❚❚❚❚❚ part one.
[ It all starts in the residential district. The video pops up on the screen of his phone a little before he's about to head out on his shift with the Guard. While he's putting on his boots, the woman on-screen begins to list names, some of them he recognizes, some of them he considers friends or at the very least, well-liked allies. He shakes his head, unsure just what to believe, but determined nevertheless to get to the bottom of it. Something strange is afoot; something doesn't feel right.
This is just the beginning, assholes.
The video feed cuts off and his screen goes dark. He slides the device into his pocket, bends down far enough to swipe his shield from its spot by the foot of his bed, and heads out.
His first stop is the scene of the crime, the Market District. It's quiet in town, quieter than he's ever seen it despite how new everything still feels to him. People have either gone home or left the district to safer grounds. As he gets closer to the blast-zone, however, there are confused crowds of people, many in need of direction or guidance, someone to lead them towards the Sanctuary. Steve will stick around for a while, gather groups of the infected together and appoint someone - maybe you - to lead said group to the Sanctuary.
Look for Claire Fraser, he'll say, because she's the best medic he knows.
Steve is easily noticeable by the big circular shield on his back, red stripes framing a silver star against a blue backdrop. It's kind of beautiful the way it glints against the stubborn sun trying to pierce through the dissipating fog. It also looks heavy and just a little bit intimidating.
At some point Steve will easily be found sitting by himself, phone in front of him. He furiously types into it, sending off inbox messages to anyone he knows, just to check in on them, just to be sure that they are all okay and uninfected. He can only hope not too many people had been hurt by the explosion.
When it seems as though most of the crowd has cleared and been tended to, either by himself or a fellow Guard, Steve will take it upon himself to look for the people the mysterious red-headed woman had mentioned earlier. He flicks through the video message again, and then once more, and makes his way out of the Market and into the next sector of town. Find him milling around, gathering clues and looking for his friends and allies. Maybe you have a lead and could use a team-up - Steve's your guy. At this point, Steve could use a bit of good news too.
By late afternoon, Steve will have made it towards the Outpost. He's a little tired by this point, and probably pretty hungry too. He hasn't eaten since the morning but determination's a funny thing, and Steve has the kind of tenacity that could build Rome in a day. He continues to scout the quiet, almost desolate area, heart sinking. He hadn't expected it to be easy, of course, but the longer the names go un-found, the guiltier they look. He would know; back home, he's in something of a similar situation and he would rather believe that every one of those names are innocent until proven guilty. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ part two.
[ p e n d i n g . ]
❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.
[ if the above prompts aren't working for you or if we've planned something outside of said prompts, pop in a starter of your own and we can get that started! if you'd like to do something else with steve, feel free to hit me up over plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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starspangle) & anyone, with some open prompts and some closed startersWhat: october plot + everything in between
When: october
Where: around town
Warning(s): any necessary warnings will be clearly marked in-thread.
❚❚❚❚❚ part one.
[ It all starts in the residential district. The video pops up on the screen of his phone a little before he's about to head out on his shift with the Guard. While he's putting on his boots, the woman on-screen begins to list names, some of them he recognizes, some of them he considers friends or at the very least, well-liked allies. He shakes his head, unsure just what to believe, but determined nevertheless to get to the bottom of it. Something strange is afoot; something doesn't feel right.
This is just the beginning, assholes.
The video feed cuts off and his screen goes dark. He slides the device into his pocket, bends down far enough to swipe his shield from its spot by the foot of his bed, and heads out.
His first stop is the scene of the crime, the Market District. It's quiet in town, quieter than he's ever seen it despite how new everything still feels to him. People have either gone home or left the district to safer grounds. As he gets closer to the blast-zone, however, there are confused crowds of people, many in need of direction or guidance, someone to lead them towards the Sanctuary. Steve will stick around for a while, gather groups of the infected together and appoint someone - maybe you - to lead said group to the Sanctuary.
Look for Claire Fraser, he'll say, because she's the best medic he knows.
Steve is easily noticeable by the big circular shield on his back, red stripes framing a silver star against a blue backdrop. It's kind of beautiful the way it glints against the stubborn sun trying to pierce through the dissipating fog. It also looks heavy and just a little bit intimidating.
At some point Steve will easily be found sitting by himself, phone in front of him. He furiously types into it, sending off inbox messages to anyone he knows, just to check in on them, just to be sure that they are all okay and uninfected. He can only hope not too many people had been hurt by the explosion.
When it seems as though most of the crowd has cleared and been tended to, either by himself or a fellow Guard, Steve will take it upon himself to look for the people the mysterious red-headed woman had mentioned earlier. He flicks through the video message again, and then once more, and makes his way out of the Market and into the next sector of town. Find him milling around, gathering clues and looking for his friends and allies. Maybe you have a lead and could use a team-up - Steve's your guy. At this point, Steve could use a bit of good news too.
By late afternoon, Steve will have made it towards the Outpost. He's a little tired by this point, and probably pretty hungry too. He hasn't eaten since the morning but determination's a funny thing, and Steve has the kind of tenacity that could build Rome in a day. He continues to scout the quiet, almost desolate area, heart sinking. He hadn't expected it to be easy, of course, but the longer the names go un-found, the guiltier they look. He would know; back home, he's in something of a similar situation and he would rather believe that every one of those names are innocent until proven guilty. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ part two.
[ p e n d i n g . ]
❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.
[ if the above prompts aren't working for you or if we've planned something outside of said prompts, pop in a starter of your own and we can get that started! if you'd like to do something else with steve, feel free to hit me up over plurk (
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[ But she's coughing a lot, all the same. ]
If I turn purple tomorrow someone's going to pay, though.
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[ There are many ways to inflict terror on people; this is a good example of it.
He continues to watch her until he makes his mind up about something, even when his expression softens with her quip about turning purple. ]
People have been stopping by the Sanctuary, just to be cleared and assured they're okay. You should do the same.
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[ It's not really a question, just her own confirmation of what he's saying. ]
I hate going to the doctor.
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I know what you mean. But I know a couple of doctors here - they're good people. [ He happens to live with one, in fact. Claire Fraser's one of his favourite people here.
Reassuringly: ] You'll be in good hands.
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Nobody else got hurt, did they?
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[ It's probably a little optimistic to think that that's all it is, but there isn't a point in scaring Ariadne - or anyone else in the vicinity. ]
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So is the shield part of your uniform, or what?
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Steve's expression is serious but he nods. ]
That's right. Never used to leave home without it.
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[ Or maybe he's from some world where that symbolism is associated with another country? ]
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Some would say that.
[ That it's patriotic, that is. ]
Yeah. Back home I went by the name 'Captain America'. Seems pretty fitting, huh?
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[ She smiles a little, despite the tension of the situation. ]
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Coincidentally, that just so happens to be one of Captain America's specialties. Punching the bad guys.
Helps keep morale - so they say.
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[ She glances around a bit. ]
Not sure who needs it in this case, though.
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[ It's kind of a promise without explicitly being stated as such. Because you can be damned sure Captain America is going to get to the bottom of this. ]
While some of us are gonna get checked up at the Sanctuary.
[ Hint, hint. ]