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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve.

Dress uniform.

You're welcome.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"You know," says Ellen from a nearby table, "I've seen some pictures of uniforms very much like that in some of the older parts of our archives. They used to dress not unlike that for War Department headquarters duty. Hi, Steve."

She herself is wearing a strategically reinforced blue and gold jumpsuit, as she tore her Brotherhood fatigues today and is working on sewing them back up as invisibly as possible. Dogmeat is stretched out under her table, gnawing on an oversized bone of some kind.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles sheepishly. "Hi, Ellen.

"My first serial debuted today," he says. "I thought I should dress up for the occasion."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Serial?" Ellen says. "What, like- on television?"

Well, he's been doing traveling shows, right? Maybe they're ... wait, no, they didn't have television in 1942, did they? Not really, anyway.

"Or in movie theaters?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"In movie theaters," he says with a nod, joining her at her table. He reaches under the table to scratch between Dogmeat's ears. "It'll be shown between the cartoon and the main feature."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That's when they used to have the newsreel, before the War," Ellen says. "We had a couple of actual films in the Vault that were arranged like that. What do they have you doing in this one?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The usual--rescuing POWs, shooting Nazis, marching a lot while the theme music heroically plays."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"You've got theme music, too?" Ellen says. "Wow. I wonder if Three Dog ever thought of adding that to his news broadcasts back home. He's got a radio.station, one of two in the Wastes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I have a song," Steve tells her. "It's part of the stage show and it's going to be in the serials, too."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"...you know, I don't think even the radio show about Herbert 'Daring' Dashwood has its own song," Ellen says after some thought. "They're really serious about getting you to stick in people's minds, huh."

[golden_lyre]

"You clean up nicely," says a bandage-fingered musician from over his shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks over his shoulder, trying not to smile and failing.

"You should see me in mid-wash."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm sure that's something boring and military-ish, but going just from the sound of it, I'd love to," Orpheus says, grinning.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and turns so he can lean his forehead against Orpheus's chest a moment. "It sounded better in my head," he tells Orpheus's shirt. "It sounded flirtatious."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs as well, kissing his hair. "It was very flirtatious, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts his head up, smiling. "Hey, handsome. My serial started today."

[golden_lyre]

"Hey," Orpheus says, bending to kiss him properly.

"So that's what it's like to kiss a movie star..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Exactly like kissing me the rest of the time," Steve murmurs, gaze on Orpheus's lips.

[electro_kinetic]

Well.

That's...different.

Have a Noriko (blue hair in braided mohawk with beads, silver arm gauntlets, yellow and black shirt and shorts) pretty much staring at you, Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances in her direction--and then notices the staring, and smiles. "Miss Ashida. Lady with the blue hair."

[electro_kinetic]

"Hey, you remembered. Steve Rogers."

Oh god, that is so surreal to say.

It takes her a minute to stop staring--she'd apologize, but why? Half the bar is doing the same, she's just less subtle about it. She's quick, however, with the twist of a quirky smile that almost hides the black eye she's sporting. (Only, y'know, not really.)

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He sees it, of course.

"Oh, my God--what happened?" He takes her chin very gently in his hand. "Are you okay? Do you need some ice?"

[electro_kinetic]

"A loudmouth jerk with a thing for taking potshots at mutants?" she says, doing her best not to pull violently away from his hands, though she does lean ever so slightly back.

"It's just a black eye. I promise I've had worse and it's okay, it's been checked out." She thinks being shot was worse, anyway. And it's only a tiny lie about being checked out. She was in the medlab, and McCoy was there too, they just didn't happen to run into each other. Yeah. That's it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He lets go with a soft, "Sorry.

"I'm glad you got it checked out, anyway. What happened to the loudmouth jerk?"

[electro_kinetic]

"He got decked by a five-foot-seven Japanese chick with blue hair."

It's not that she doesn't want to talk about about it, but there's not much to tell. He mouthed off, she mouthed back, he hit her and she put him on the ground missing a couple teeth. "It happens. I'm glad it's just a black eye and not something worse, but it happens to mutants a whole lot."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well, good for you.

"I didn't know you're a mutant. You look ... normal." He winces--it's not quite the right word.