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[decommission]

CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers + anyone
WHERE: The Bearings, Subspace,
WHEN: Day :011 and onward
SUMMARY: Open prompts and catch-all stuff
WARNINGS: nothing nothing



i. the mechanical menace (first come, first serve)

[ It's an odd pair that they make their way down a street in Delta Block. The android is about a head taller than Steve, and agitated. One of the reasons for that might be that the poor guy's missing both hands, and not because he didn't have any to begin with - exposed wiring trails down its wrists, both held forward like a supplicant - or out of habit, an assistant type model used to carrying something.

The other reason it seems so out of sorts has to do with Steve himself, who's carrying a bunch of groceries that were clearly meant for those missing hands. The bags aren't heavy, he doesn't struggle with them, but that doesn't stop the android from repeatedly trying to reach over and remove them from Steve's grasp. After the third attempt he stops, letting it lift both arms so that he can hook the bags at its elbows, securing them so that they have less of a chance of slipping.

Even with that done, he continues to walk along at its side. ]

ii. the arcade (multiple responses a-ok)

[ Bout it Out isn't something he's had much time for the past few days. Earlier in the week he'd 'made' himself an Avatar - for an artist his creativity's a little lacking, considering the damn thing looks like the generic copy the game automatically generates (it is). He practices by himself toward the back of the arcade, a plain staff in his Avatar's hand - moving slowly through the motions that Anakin had taught him back on the station to get a better feel for how it all translates into the holosphere.

Somewhere on the other side of the arcade a cheer bursts out. Not for a match - someone's tearing down a large poster of 'Kun-Kun' from the wall. ]

iii. back at the bearings (closed to parker)

[ Larann's broadcasts ends with an immediate flurry of anger across the digital realm. It's a mess of information to sift through the slow way, but he's gotten himself trapped in the comments section of one video and he can't seem to break out of it. It's culture shock, in part. The immediacy of Concordia combined with millions of voices demanding to be heard all at once is a dizzying effect, attention drawn in too many directions at once. Not unlike the Nest itself, and it's taken him the better part of a month to learn how to block all that out to some degree.

He just needs to focus.

There's a main screen in the common area where he's seated at a small table, a twenty-four hour news channel repeating the same handful of bombing related stories and anything remotely tangential. When it cycles back to a repeat of Larann's announcement for the sixth time he seems to lose his patience, using the interface device at his ear to mute the volume, forgetting that he's not the only one in the room. ]

iv. wildcard

(gimme a prompt and I'll roll with it!)

Comments

[inflori]

[ Either Petre doesn't notice or doesn't care about the tension or the opinion Steve might still have of him, simply pleased to see a familiar face. Maybe he's finally getting the hang of being part of a family in the whacky station, though there are several people he would gladly chomp at still. But that's what family is like anyway. ]

I dunno, I just fight a lot. [ Does that count as practice when he isn't really learning anything? ] So that's your avatar? That's what they call them. Mine's pretty amazing.

[ He certainly sounds like a kid, except when he swears all over the place. ]

[decommission]

[ You know what - cannibalism really isn't part of most families.........

Sounds like practice to him, and he gives a nod at the question. ] Yeah? What's it look like?

[ He's seen a few of the... fancier avatars that people made for themselves. Some of them have nice designs, some of them could use an editing hand.

Some of them are just plain bizarre. ]

[inflori]

[ it is too!! ]

Well, it's like me, but - like. With huge teeth, and my hands are huge claws.

[ huuuuge. ]

Wanna see? We could fight.

[decommission]

[ The image that comes to mind probably isn't what Petre's going for - an almost cartoony version of the kid with oversized hands (a bit more Mickey Mouse than werewolf) and some of those good old Nosferatu teeth. ]

A quick shrug. ] Sure. [ Why not? ] Let's see what you got.

[ Steve's already got his avatar loaded into the sphere, all Petre needs to do is add his (and maybe something fancier than the default map). ]

[inflori]

[ Petre produces a cheeky grin when Steve accepts, teeth digging lightly into his lower lip before he skips and steps over to the other end of their arena, connecting to the machine to load up his avatar. Just like he'd promised, his avatar is a mix of human and monster, like he stopped while transforming from one to the next. His teeth protrude right out of his mouth, eyes black like oil, and his fingers are elongated and dangerously sharp. ]

I'll go easy on you, don't worry.

[decommission]

[ Well, he didn't lie. Looks as described, if a little more imposing than he'd first imagined. ]

I'm not. [ Worried. He gives a wry grin. His avatar mimics his movements, weight shifting from one foot to the other a few times, testing out the synchrony between himself and his double. When both hands raise in front of him like a boxer, knees bent, it's clear that he's waiting for Petre to make the first move. ]

[inflori]

[ Conveniently for Steve, Petre is not a strategist. Soon as the match is on and he sees the other guy isn't going to make the first move, his avatar just goes ahead and lunges at him, mouth open, teeth bared and monstrous, ready to rip at the first chunk they can possibly dig into. ]