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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)
thwip) and/or discord (spidey#2716)! ]
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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There is only moving forward and moving on as best as any of them could. Some find the task too difficult; Steve ... well, Steve's never been the kind of man who could ever give up on anything. ]
I've heard something similar. [ He nods. ] Haven't seen any of them about, but the names ... some of them I've heard. Some of them I recognize. [ He shakes his head. ] I just can't believe that they would willingly do something like this.
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( absent, or willfully corrupted. now does not seem the time to break off on a tangent about Ares, however. not when so many are suffering, so many looking for answers. it seems as if it would dispute their experience to suggest that those that had hurt them had not been in control of themselves, even though a part of Diana still hopes that is the case.
the hope doesn't seem as strong as it used to be. )
I am helping escort the afflicted to Sanctuary now, but if you have need of another shield to look for these associates, I would join you after.
my b i keep disappearing pls forgive
[ Some of those names have been tricked by some greater power. Maybe it was a short moment of greed or a lapse in judgment, not knowing the consequences in a strange alien planet like this, but he believes in the hearts of those he knows and he can't quite think they're capable of terrorism like this.
In any case, Steve nods. ]
Thanks, Diana. I'd gladly welcome the help.
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( an odd way of putting it, she thinks, but Diana cannot argue that something seems amiss in all this. there's a deeper answer to all this, and they need to find it before they can truly feel that the threat is silenced.
she nods at his acceptance of help, though in the meantime, she settles a hand on his arm. )
Take care, Steve. I will find you soon.
( mildly ominous, actually, but don't worry, Steve; the demigoddess will find you when she is ready. in the meantime, she knows he has matters to attend to and so does she. she pulls her hand back and turns to go back to the group she'd been helping before she spotted Steve. )