Nov. 22nd, 2014
Sam Wilson - Outside
Nov. 22nd, 2014 06:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notapilot[OOC: Millitimed to this afternoon. Even super-spies and super-soldiers need some time to break into military bases.]
If you happen to be outside today, you'll believe a man could fly. Sam is testing out his skills with his old wings. He's started with basic drills, take off and landing, then working more and more complex maneuvers; running landings that turn into take offs, slapping tree branches, fly by target shots, and hovering target practice.
Eventually, he'll settle back down to Earth, satisfied that he is combat ready.
[OOC: And I'm spending the morning at a swim meet. Tags will be slow but I will be back this afternoon.]
If you happen to be outside today, you'll believe a man could fly. Sam is testing out his skills with his old wings. He's started with basic drills, take off and landing, then working more and more complex maneuvers; running landings that turn into take offs, slapping tree branches, fly by target shots, and hovering target practice.
Eventually, he'll settle back down to Earth, satisfied that he is combat ready.
[OOC: And I'm spending the morning at a swim meet. Tags will be slow but I will be back this afternoon.]
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 11:29 amgirlwithout[oom: "Hello, Rikki Barnes. It's good to - "
"Get up. Get up right now."
rated d'aww, all audiences suitable.]
She has some thinking to do.
Rikki collected Benji before heading to Milliways, where she finds a table to sit down and restlessly play with her ice cream sundae, because despite the fact that she ordered it, she's really not sure she's that hungry.
This is... this should be a no-brainer, right? She's technically homeless. She lives in an abandoned house that she gets into through the windows. And yeah, she's a superhero, but... there's a huge difference between being a superhero on your own and being Captain America's sidekick with SHIELD and Avenger resources on your side. It's kind of insane to keep this up, isn't it?
Except... she likes what she's doing. She likes making a difference. And maybe she doesn't have the kind of support she used to, but she has Anya and people here, and that's enough, isn't it?
Isn't it?
So she sits at her table and plays with her food and hopes some moment of divine insight chooses this moment to befall her.
"Get up. Get up right now."
rated d'aww, all audiences suitable.]
She has some thinking to do.
Rikki collected Benji before heading to Milliways, where she finds a table to sit down and restlessly play with her ice cream sundae, because despite the fact that she ordered it, she's really not sure she's that hungry.
This is... this should be a no-brainer, right? She's technically homeless. She lives in an abandoned house that she gets into through the windows. And yeah, she's a superhero, but... there's a huge difference between being a superhero on your own and being Captain America's sidekick with SHIELD and Avenger resources on your side. It's kind of insane to keep this up, isn't it?
Except... she likes what she's doing. She likes making a difference. And maybe she doesn't have the kind of support she used to, but she has Anya and people here, and that's enough, isn't it?
Isn't it?
So she sits at her table and plays with her food and hopes some moment of divine insight chooses this moment to befall her.
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 05:22 pmi_am_your_hostThe door abruptly swings open.
"--No, no, darlings, not now! I'm already late as it is. Off with you! Go!"
The Master of Ceremonies quickly ducks in, bringing a full tumbler of gin to his lips, a lit cigarette pinched between the knuckles of his glass-holding hand.
"Oh, fuck," he sighs.
Less than five minutes until showtime and he hasn't put on his makeup yet. His face is bare -- only a slim handful of his acquaintances here have actually seen him without makeup. But he'll take advantage of the infinite amount of time here to take care of that.
So he heads straight for the bar and requests a small mirror, a stick of kohl, blue eyeshadow, and lipstick. He sheds his leather coat, wearing just a sleeveless white undershirt and trousers with suspenders underneath. Gin and cigarette readily at hand, he's an expert at multitasking if you're curious.
"--No, no, darlings, not now! I'm already late as it is. Off with you! Go!"
The Master of Ceremonies quickly ducks in, bringing a full tumbler of gin to his lips, a lit cigarette pinched between the knuckles of his glass-holding hand.
"Oh, fuck," he sighs.
Less than five minutes until showtime and he hasn't put on his makeup yet. His face is bare -- only a slim handful of his acquaintances here have actually seen him without makeup. But he'll take advantage of the infinite amount of time here to take care of that.
So he heads straight for the bar and requests a small mirror, a stick of kohl, blue eyeshadow, and lipstick. He sheds his leather coat, wearing just a sleeveless white undershirt and trousers with suspenders underneath. Gin and cigarette readily at hand, he's an expert at multitasking if you're curious.
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 05:52 pmherr_bookmanAfter Bonnie's visit to him in the infirmary, Autor realized that he was quite literally starving, and though she was kind to bring him soup and rolls, he needed more to fill up.
So he's at a table afterwards, trying to maneuver his non-dominant hand into picking up dumplings and apricot slices and glasses of milk. He knows his right arm has been treated with the bone fuser and is simply sore rather than broken, but he suspects extra calcium and vitamin D won't hurt.
The frozen yogurt, however, was a huge mistake. Oh, it's creamy and delicious with a subtle hint of berries, but his shaking left hand is terrible at getting a spoon to his mouth without awkwardness.
So he's at a table afterwards, trying to maneuver his non-dominant hand into picking up dumplings and apricot slices and glasses of milk. He knows his right arm has been treated with the bone fuser and is simply sore rather than broken, but he suspects extra calcium and vitamin D won't hurt.
The frozen yogurt, however, was a huge mistake. Oh, it's creamy and delicious with a subtle hint of berries, but his shaking left hand is terrible at getting a spoon to his mouth without awkwardness.
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 06:43 pmvisible_sarielAchoo!
Sariel thought she'd washed thoroughly after her accidental meeting with teleportation engineer Fairy Fixit. Sensible, given the need to get spilled milkshake off of everything. But that drink really did go flying all over, and then there was the towel acquisition and the nearly having someone literally fly in her face, and--well. Apparently she didn't get the milkshake, and by extension the bug, off of her quickly enough.
Achoo!
Doesn't it figure that now, after the fact, she's seen the notice board?
"Oh, no. I've definitely caught the pox that came out of a--wait, that only rhymes in English."
At least her door's gone again, so the risk of passing whatever this is to the Enterprise is avoided.
"{Thankfully this malady isn't--} Wait, *that* only rhymes in Kweyol!"
Green-spotted, sniffly, sneezy, intermittently rhyming ensign in a booth, clutching a large mug of tea and sporting a head of ridiculously disarrayed curls.
Achoo!
Beeping Milliways...
((OOC: Aaaaand better late than never, Sariel has the box!pox. To catch them, touch her and don't wash your hands quickly enough. Open all weekend.))
Sariel thought she'd washed thoroughly after her accidental meeting with teleportation engineer Fairy Fixit. Sensible, given the need to get spilled milkshake off of everything. But that drink really did go flying all over, and then there was the towel acquisition and the nearly having someone literally fly in her face, and--well. Apparently she didn't get the milkshake, and by extension the bug, off of her quickly enough.
Achoo!
Doesn't it figure that now, after the fact, she's seen the notice board?
"Oh, no. I've definitely caught the pox that came out of a--wait, that only rhymes in English."
At least her door's gone again, so the risk of passing whatever this is to the Enterprise is avoided.
"{Thankfully this malady isn't--} Wait, *that* only rhymes in Kweyol!"
Green-spotted, sniffly, sneezy, intermittently rhyming ensign in a booth, clutching a large mug of tea and sporting a head of ridiculously disarrayed curls.
Achoo!
Beeping Milliways...
((OOC: Aaaaand better late than never, Sariel has the box!pox. To catch them, touch her and don't wash your hands quickly enough. Open all weekend.))
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 07:57 pmthefirststarkHoward is reading the newspaper, full of accounts of the royal wedding in London two days ago, and not much else. He'll skip to the sports pages and the stock reports soon enough. But his mind is on other things. Like keeping an eye on the SSR. And his newly arrived butler. And what he's doing for Thanksgiving. But he wouldn't mind some conversation as well.
[ooc: last EP for Howard until I see what happened to him on the forthcoming Agent Carter series.]
[ooc: last EP for Howard until I see what happened to him on the forthcoming Agent Carter series.]
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Nov. 22nd, 2014 10:56 pmcook_the_rudeDr. Hannibal Lecter is sitting a a table near the window, by himself, having dinner, civilised, well-presented and cooked by himself. He has made Boeuf Bourguignon, the version from Julia Child's cookbook, and is drinking a good burgundy wine with it.
For dessert, there are cupcakes on the table -- but they are not your usual cupcakes, which is probably the reason there is also a nice Mosel Riesling in a cooler, ready to be drunk with the cupcakes.
He will share those with any friends that come by, of course.
[[OOC: This EP is brought to you by the fact that the Hannibal fandom on tumblr today took this old post of mine and ran with it.]]
For dessert, there are cupcakes on the table -- but they are not your usual cupcakes, which is probably the reason there is also a nice Mosel Riesling in a cooler, ready to be drunk with the cupcakes.
He will share those with any friends that come by, of course.
[[OOC: This EP is brought to you by the fact that the Hannibal fandom on tumblr today took this old post of mine and ran with it.]]
