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steve rogers ([personal profile] decommission) wrote in [community profile] station722017-06-22 09:58 pm

stranger danger

CHARACTERS: Steve and you
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :050-52
SUMMARY: Open downtime stuff
WARNINGS: None yet



DUMPSTER DIVING
[ An intrepid explorer moves around the rec wing on some days, moving from one grey room to another.

(a. ) One morning he can be found in the library, hunched over a book. It's got a beaten up covering of plastic and a illegible label torn from the bottom. The title reads Treasure Planet, the author L. R. Stevenson.

( b. ) At a table that grows out of the ground, he studies an odd board game.

( c. ) That same table will have cards spread across it another day. They're about the same size as a playing deck with slight variations - likely because they all appear to be from completely different decks, as though someone had stolen them for this collection. Every single one of the seventy cards depicts a different version of a tower. ]


MENTAL FINGER PAINTING
[ He sits cross-legged on his bed, back pressed against the wall. Deep breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. In and out. His eyes are closed, makes it easier.

While his body is silent, his mind is active, shields porous to let in a passerby without letting anything slip too far across the spidery links connecting them.

He paints a forest, tree by tree in dark greens and browns and the scent of pine. In the far distance the clack clack clack of rails invades the scenery, never far from the city.

He paints a park of flashing lights and amusement, ocean salt in the air mingling with fried foods. A young woman shrieks with laughter at her companion, a faceless child cries and tugs as his mother drags him along. Disconcertingly, the faces of the passing crowds are vague, unfinished impressions, their voices garbled together as background noise.

He paints a battlefield. Shoulder to shoulder, pressed against the crumbling brick - the image shudders and tears, leaving behind the unpleasant scent of unwashed bodies and blood. ]


(OOC NOTES: The second collection of prompts is open to anyone looking to practice mental powers. Feel free to come straight in and distort/add to the scenes. )
servitor: (soldier)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-06-28 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( I'll take anything at this point. )

[And it's true. He's got a lot to learn around here, and enough on his hands to try and get to at least figure out how to work with the people he hasn't pissed off yet.]
servitor: (sus as hell)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-07-03 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[What he sees isn't quite a spider web. What he sees is a network, his own brood clustered tightly in the center, as one, with others spindling away and apart. All the connections cross each other multiple times, but it's his brood that seem to shine brighter than the rest.]

( Can you block them out completely? )

[Not that he really wants to do that, but it's better to know in case something happens, as a safeguard more than anything else.]
servitor: (last stand)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-07-03 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( No wonder half the people here don't want anything to do with teamwork. )

[But maybe it's his lack of concern for himself that makes him slightly unique in this regard: he doesn't care to get lost if it's what it takes to get everyone out alive.]
servitor: (no mincing)

[personal profile] servitor 2017-07-08 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
( It hasn't been a good impression. No one likes to hear anything besides themselves for the most part. )