Steve Rogers ☆ Captain America (
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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-14 10:54 pm
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Log: A (dusty) new arrival
Who: Steve Rogers and OTA (including roomies in apartment B4)
When: March 14th-ish, upon arrival
Where: ADI and ADI housing
Summary: Steve arrives at ADI, bangs around in an air duct and collects lots of dust, then gets briefed and takes a look around, ultimately making it to his new living quarters
Warnings: None yet, will update/warn in threads if needed.
Arrival via air duct
Steve Rogers is not a complete stranger to suddenly finding himself in places he hadn't expected to be.
But it's always unsettling, and this time maybe even more so than any others. He'd been in Asgard one minute, and the next — Well. It's a good thing he doesn't have asthma anymore. Because wherever he is, it's dark, cramped, and full of dust.
He also feels… kind of like shit. Weak. Disoriented. Actually, a lot like the old asthma attacks, just with (fortunately) less gasping and choking. Okay, some minor gasping and choking. It's really dusty in here.
Where he'd normally just consider breaking through the damn side of the duct — because yeah, okay, this is an air duct, he's pretty sure — he both feels unsteady enough not to try and unsure enough of where he is that he… probably shouldn't? Not until he knows more. Which has him crawling forward, Mjolnir's strap looped around one wrist, until he spots a vent up ahead. Plan A, then: Kick it in and get the hell out of here. And hope for the best.
(Hope he fits through the vent, in the first place.)
Looking around, settling in
Steve Rogers is also not unaccustomed to the idea of preventing the apocalypse. What he is unaccustomed to is the idea that using any of the abilities the serum grants him requires terrorizing and murdering people. That's just —
Well. He's lived more of his life without superhuman abilities than not. He'll just… not use them, for now.
It is frustrating. He was in the middle of mission. It was, you know, kind of important. But he's still got the soul stone tucked safely away, even if his quantum suit seems to have disappeared (collapsed into the watch, he has to assume, but he can't reactivate it), and if he's needed here, then he supposes he can afford the pit stop. Technically, he's got all the time in the world. Right?
So, he decides to take a look around ADI, still in his dusty Captain America uniform as he walks the halls and pokes his head into offices, the gym, the canteen, and the library. He maybe pokes around for something to eat in the canteen (he's... very hungry) and then stops to study the local maps and directories in the library, committing them to memory.
He finally makes it to the apartments. By the time he shows up at the right door — B4 — he's at least wearing jeans and a hoodie, although his hair is a still bit dusty and there's still that hefty warhammer in one hand. He figures he might as well knock instead of just walking in. It might be his place, now, but it seems like a little politeness is the safer option when meeting potentially apocalypse-averting teammates.
When: March 14th-ish, upon arrival
Where: ADI and ADI housing
Summary: Steve arrives at ADI, bangs around in an air duct and collects lots of dust, then gets briefed and takes a look around, ultimately making it to his new living quarters
Warnings: None yet, will update/warn in threads if needed.
Arrival via air duct
Steve Rogers is not a complete stranger to suddenly finding himself in places he hadn't expected to be.
But it's always unsettling, and this time maybe even more so than any others. He'd been in Asgard one minute, and the next — Well. It's a good thing he doesn't have asthma anymore. Because wherever he is, it's dark, cramped, and full of dust.
He also feels… kind of like shit. Weak. Disoriented. Actually, a lot like the old asthma attacks, just with (fortunately) less gasping and choking. Okay, some minor gasping and choking. It's really dusty in here.
Where he'd normally just consider breaking through the damn side of the duct — because yeah, okay, this is an air duct, he's pretty sure — he both feels unsteady enough not to try and unsure enough of where he is that he… probably shouldn't? Not until he knows more. Which has him crawling forward, Mjolnir's strap looped around one wrist, until he spots a vent up ahead. Plan A, then: Kick it in and get the hell out of here. And hope for the best.
(Hope he fits through the vent, in the first place.)
Looking around, settling in
Steve Rogers is also not unaccustomed to the idea of preventing the apocalypse. What he is unaccustomed to is the idea that using any of the abilities the serum grants him requires terrorizing and murdering people. That's just —
Well. He's lived more of his life without superhuman abilities than not. He'll just… not use them, for now.
It is frustrating. He was in the middle of mission. It was, you know, kind of important. But he's still got the soul stone tucked safely away, even if his quantum suit seems to have disappeared (collapsed into the watch, he has to assume, but he can't reactivate it), and if he's needed here, then he supposes he can afford the pit stop. Technically, he's got all the time in the world. Right?
So, he decides to take a look around ADI, still in his dusty Captain America uniform as he walks the halls and pokes his head into offices, the gym, the canteen, and the library. He maybe pokes around for something to eat in the canteen (he's... very hungry) and then stops to study the local maps and directories in the library, committing them to memory.
He finally makes it to the apartments. By the time he shows up at the right door — B4 — he's at least wearing jeans and a hoodie, although his hair is a still bit dusty and there's still that hefty warhammer in one hand. He figures he might as well knock instead of just walking in. It might be his place, now, but it seems like a little politeness is the safer option when meeting potentially apocalypse-averting teammates.

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But a year - that is a long time. Definitely long enough to get settled in.] I think that's the longest of anyone I've met so far - at least, that didn't start out here. And you... trust ADI?
[It's implied, maybe in the fact that he's living here, but still worth asking. Even if it's not typical "getting to know you" small talk.]
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[Well, he can't speak for them any more at least.]
I- no? I don't trust them. Too many people, not enough information about founders and funding sources.
[He can't exactly go and ask 'so are any of you really several hundred year old occultists who've been stealing bodies?']
But it's the best option to keep getting information.
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(He'll try.)
What he is pleased about, though, is Jon's candor. In fact, he seems more relaxed - almost relieved.] That - is probably true, [he concedes, because it sure is one way to get information.] I have to admit, I've been fooled by sales pitches before. Sometimes those pitches were even earnest... and they still ended up being problematic. Not that I'm against averting apocalypses. I just want to make sure I'm averting the right ones.
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[In the same way the Institute had been, he supposes. Maybe the entities just really don't like ADI. Which would imply that at least one power has sway here.]
I mean, I'm fairly sure apocalypses in general are a bad thing. Especially a fear apocalypse. I'm not objecting to their desire to want the world to not end.
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He does laugh softly, though, because,] I guess that was a poor way of putting it. It just seems to me that any time anyone or anything wants to wipe out someone else, they find ways to justify it to themselves. I don't want to buy the sales pitch without doing a little... independent research, is all.
[Schmidt had felt justified. Thanos had felt justified.]
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[It was a bit more complicated than that but not by much. The Eye wanted to know secrets, the Desolation wants to cause destruction, but in the end, it all came back to causing fear.]
Their various followers... probably the usual. Power. Devotion.
Fear.
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He looks unhappy. Unimpressed. It's definitely not his style.
Not that he's any more impressed with someone willing to follow something like that for power. But he's not unfamiliar with those kinds of people, either. They're always there.]
Just another day at the office.
[Although, speaking of,] What's it like, working with the group here? ADI?
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[Frightening people makes it sound so childish though, like you're jumping out from behind a door to make someone jump, rather than causing intense long-term trauma.]
It's... fine? I mainly work in research so there's a lot of paperwork. But it's also not safe. Things keep happening.
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[Which there isn't. Not a permanent one, not really. Even if no-one actually figures out how to create a ritual that works, people still get hurt.]
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Sometimes you just have to get a little creative.
[And not give up halfway through. He... still wishes they had been able to do something sooner, back home. But there's no changing that part of things, at least.]
I just don't know enough about the situation yet. But that can change.
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Well, if you have any ideas of how to permanently stop entities that exist outside reality, I'd be thrilled to hear it.
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In the meantime, any house rules you'd like me to know about? Other than Be a decent roommate.
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I can't think of anything. If you find any tape recorders let me know. And if things start getting covered with cobwebs or you see spiders... also let me know.
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Are we talking... just regular spiders?
[Somehow, it feels like that is a relevant question to ask.]
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[Since joining the Institute, maybe even before, cobwebs and spiders have never been innocent, never been coincidental.]
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And keep the place clean. Never hurts.
I guess all that's left now is to find a department at ADI that'll take me, and keep my ear to the ground.
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I work in research.
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There's a pause, but then he decides to add:] My skills are normally physical. [Which, yeah, okay, he still looks like a guy whose skills are physical. But,] I'm enhanced. Normally. I'm told I won't... "have access" to anything above human baseline without feeding an entity.
[His voice is calm, but he doesn't necessarily sound happy. He's not. He's curious what someone in research has to say about something like that, though.]
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[He frowns, but,] You don't need powers to make a difference.
[Says the guy who sort of did, but - well. Jon doesn't need to know that. Steve can grapple with how that makes him feel on his own time. On his own.]
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[He remembers Mike Crew, what he'd said about being chased by the Spiral... and he'd had to turn to the Vast to escape.]
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But I definitely don't want to add to the problem. I'm just not sure how to make sure I don't.
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Sorry. I don't have much useful concrete information. They don't really work that way.
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Guess I'll just have to be careful.
And squash any spiders I see.
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