Dmitry's gotten good at getting by (russianrat) wrote in angellogs, @ 2018-07-11 05:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dmitry, noah fon ronsenburg, sebastian vael, steve rogers (captain america) |
Who: Dmitry, Steve Rogers, Noah, Sebastian Vael
When: Current
Where: A TV studio
What: Noah and the others sit down to try recording a test of Dmitry's idea of a talk show.
Rating/Warnings: None, honestly.
Status: Complete
Dmitry’s got a huge grin on his face as he looks at everyone settled in for the practice of...whatever format this is going to take. It’s seemingly all coming together, and they’re about to start with the actual film process and...okay, he doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s good at organizing the people who do, and at being clever enough to influence directions and…
“I think we’re about set to go.” he says, nodding at the assembled group. “If we get our moderators to...yeah, thank you. Let’s do this.”
Noah hesitated a bit about wearing a short sleeved shirt in the studio, and he's leaning back in the chair. He's got sort of muddy blond hair, and it's slightly wavy even with the air conditioning system in the studio. The slightly permanent focussed squint that's directed across at a moderator frankly makes him look a little perplexed or uneasy. Judging by the smile that he just flashed, that's probably just his resting face. He's got a faint English accent and a deep enough voice that the sound engineer had fun setting up the mics. "I've been thinking about homes lately. I hate doing introductions, since at home, we'd worry about exact titles. I know I've fretted about that at all of you. My name is Noah."
“I’m in agreement on the introductions thing. It gets AWKWARD sometimes.” Steve waves at the camera, flashing an awkward smile. “I’m Steve. I get the feeling home’s kind of a loaded topic for a LOT of us here and now, isn’t it? That one can be...hard.”
"I was a bit young, when the war hit home." Noah frowns a little. "Is it . . . a bad thing that it took me almost fifteen years to realize that the home I wanted to go back to had changed?"
“I’d say it’s sounding fairly...well, not so strange as that.” Sebastian puts in. “Time does a lot of things, to a lot of people. When I tried coming home at first...It was all so FOREIGN. Like stepping out into a new world totally.”
"Is there something you missed the most? I remember being totally lost when I got here, and - with a ton of patience, mind you, I was getting questions about food I missed, or activities." Noah's leaning on the arm of the armchair.
“It’s funny.” Sebastian says. “A few friends, different VERSIONS of the ones I’ve known from home, but I knew it was them anyway, were about the place when I got here. They helped a bit. I suppose they talk about that because it IS the little things, isn’t it? I’ve been lucky to find a home similar enough to Starkhaven that it feels fairly good. Except for the times it comes back to remind you things are very different indeed.”
“Bananas.” Steve says, pretty quickly. “That feels so random. But I woke up several decades into the future first, and THEN I wound up here, you know? And the old banana species was almost died out, so they’d changed. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s so ALIEN stil.”
Noah smiles at Sebastian. "And I think that's one reason why you worried about me feeling comfortable, Sebastian. You said you left home, returned, and then ended up here. I do know that I tend to notice it more when I'm already in a bad mood. Sort of - little frustrations seem worse. What were the older bananas like? I always expect them to be more messy to eat and softer. Bigger seeds. Or more starchy."
“They were shaped a little more…” Steve’s pausing and grabbing a pen and a notebook, flipping open to a page and quickly sketching. “It’s kind of weird, actually. They’re still curvy, but fatter. It tasted more like...you know how people say banana flavored stuff now is fake? It’s because they’re still mimicking the old flavor profile...did I just say the words ‘flavor profile’ on tv? My best friend’s probably laughing his head off at me, Hi Bucky.”
"I expect them to smell more - cantaloupe? Is that a good way to put it? I'm used to melons and figs, and they almost all look normal. There were apples, and things like that at home." Noah looks thoughtful. "I know Sebastian said he missed a pie. Fish and eggs?"
“Our fish and egg pie, aye.” Sebastian looks fond for a moment. “You’d not think it would all go together, yet it manages. Of course there IS Stargazey pie, among the locals…” There’s a moment where Dmitry pauses.
“Okay, so we can edit a picture of that in here, just to show it off. I think that’d add to the whole...local flavor.”
"Someone claimed that stargazey pie needed the heads to add flavor, which always gets people talking about marrow bones in meat pies." Noah frowns. "It seems a bit - I don't know. I remember pies being small, and the large ones were for parties, or things that would keep over a holiday season, or a way to preserve stews or the like. Quite often, the crust wasn't edible. I suppose it's like people talking about how there was a change in perception of ground meat, since earlier it was attempts to use up scraps from a roast, versus fresh scrap meat."
“That’s true...actually, while we’re at it.” Sebastian says. “Beef. We don’t exactly have beef at home. We have SIMILAR but druffalo are larger than a cow and their meat’s a bit more...picture a bison, though I haven’t tried bison, but I’m told it’s slightly different.”
As for the pie, well…”Naturally you’d need the fishheads. It adds to the presentation.”
"We had boars - huge, dark meat, tusks and bristles. You'd hunt them in fall, and they were tough stewing meat. There's a smooth skinned race, which is - pig like - and I was convinced all the packages for bacon and sausage were racist until I figured out what a pork was." Noah looks sheepish. "That's with knowing that the Seeq did not exist here."
Sebastian laughs a little at that. “Wasn’t that a thing, when you were learning what some of the local animals were? I seem to recall a occupational therapy sort of thing with a coloring book,. Or being told about it, at least.” He eyedarts. “We all know you’ve got some OTHER coloring books, the stress relieving sort.”
“Are those the rude coloring books?” Steve snickers. “Those can be fun. For frustrated adults” He emphasizes. “And you shouldn’t say the words to PEOPLE, everyone, that’s just kind of mean. But there ARE times if you color it, you probably feel better, right?”
"And it's a sort of - it feels good to laugh at your anger, with a page of lavender and cursing." Noah shakes his head. "I've got someone who visits who felt unsafe everywhere, because he was unsafe, at home. And I told him the medic said my brother's fingers might move more smoothly with coloring, and it was - meditative, in a way. He did a cursing unicorn, and I did a mandala, and we both were content. I think I feel - selfish, with how happy it is to make a place where people can feel safe."
“I don’t know if I’d say it’s selfish.” Steve says, honestly. “It’s, you know, stepping up and making sure that others aren’t going through some of the weird stuff you did. It helps a lot, you know. Which IS a good point, that you’re working toward stuff like that. I know people have had a hard time settling, sometimes. That seems like a good way to go about it.”
"I suppose it feels a bit low scale, but I suppose that's fussing at minor details." Noah hesitates. "I guess I feel that I lie low and turtle-like at times. I've seen a lot of war, and I do not want to go back into combat, even if I can see the need for it."
“And you never know here, if you’ll need to.” Steve makes a face. “It’s hurt some people who are important to me, war. Not quite in all the same ways. Some’s literal, some’s more...not quite metaphorical but with armies that are a lot smaller than you’re thinking on the good guys’ side. I think it makes sense.”
“Mm.” Sebastian nods. “Laying low has some advantages sometimes. Things here do get overwhelming too, sometimes. It took a bit to adjust to the social system, for one.”
Dmitry’s grinning off to the side, watching. The idea was even BETTER than his initial one. He’d hoped for trash TV, but this is actually intellectual and reasonable and...it’s seeming like the kind of thing that might HELP people. That’s a strange thought too.
"Do you have the music issue? Sebastian, Steve?" Noah gestures a little. "I know I've ended up listening to a lot of music to try to find things that sound like home. It's strange how much music is playing in stores and that kind of thing, and not hearing anything that's familiar gets - old, I guess is a way to put it."
“Not for me.” Steve shakes his head. “This Earth is a lot like the Earth I was on. Aside the weird physics, I’d have thought I was probably home. So I can find a lot of the people that I liked at home, or found. Like, say, Billie Holliday. I know, I know, it’s DATED but call me kinda nostalgic. Or a music dinosaur.”
“It’s funny.” Sebastian says, “Some of the songs, you can get snippets of if you play some of the...I’m in a game, STARKHAVEN is in the background of a game and I’m a character in the city I served in. You can get some of the songs in the taverns in one of the games. But my brother, he’s mentioned no one knowing some of our songs. And not being able to find all of the same instruments. I think Cal was just glad to find a harp and lyre he could pick things out by ear on and to transcribe so there’re chances to share some of it here. He’s very much about that sort of an experience.”
"I keep ending up listening to things not in English, since it's - easier to pay attention to the sound." Noah's reaching over to touch Sebastian's hand lightly. "Are we near a half hour? We could continue this another day."
“I think we ARE, give me just a… Right around 28 minutes, so by the time they add in words from sponsors or get a pledge drive going…” Dmitry nods. “This is about where it’d end up. I think I like your format ideas better than mine. It serves you as more than...I don’t know. Playthings to manipulate.”
Maybe, Dmitry thinks, he was sort of STARTING out doing that, even if it hadn’t occurred to him in those exact terms. But now that there’s a better way, that’s better for the people involved? He’s all in.
Noah laughs. "I don't think it was quite like that. You're selling yourself short, Master Dmitry."
“Well, a little” Dmitry shifts a bit, not exactly looking guilty but… “I sold YOU all short, I think, Wrote it off in my head. Bad habit where I peg people straight away so I know what I can expect from them. But, it’s saved me more than once, so there we are.”
“Well, you did listen in the end, didn’t you?” Sebastian shrugs. “There are worse things than bad assumptions when you’ve… never mind.” he’s not going to say those suspicions right now.