Camp Fortitude

Who: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff
What: Steve has terrible coping skills, Natasha has words about that, it's a Tuesday.
When: Tuesday night, shortly after this
Where: Their townhouse
Rating/Warnings: Will update if needed
Status: In-progress

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[CAROLINE, SARA, JOEY, CAITLIN]
We're going to have a night where nothing exists for at least two hours and we're going to drink and laugh and just appreciate that we're all still here. I'm not cooking because I'd like to keep you all still here.

[SAM]
I'm worried.

[STEVE.]
Are you alr
Of course you're not
Where are you right now?

I've heard whispers of poker games and I would be insulted that I haven't been personally invited, but I know it's because you all know that I would beat you. It's fine. I completely understand.

After that helpful welcome, thank you again, Ms. Potts, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name's Rogue and I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't used to this sort of thing. I've also been assigned to the delta defense team.

I really don't want to do this over the net but

For the sake of transparency, I should tell y'all that I'm a mutant. One of my powers involves touch and I can't turn it off. When I make skin to skin contact with people I absorb their life energy, their memories, and temporarily their powers if they got any. It's why I wear gloves at all times and would appreciate some distance for all our sakes.

Probably wishful thinking, but nobody would have any Ibuprofen lying around, would they? Or a Xanax? Or ten? I'm sore in places I didn't even know I could bend.

I know that it's been said already, but Defense did a great job while we were gone. I'm glad everybody is safe, and thanks to the medical staff for keeping an eye out and being on stand by. We're damn lucky to have doctors around this place. And I swear I'm not just saying that for the pain killers.

CISCO.
I might need to ask for a favor sooner than I thought...

I'm not one to ask for favors but does anybody here have extra clothing that might actually fit me and doesn't look like it's been chewed on by a really pissed off tiger? I might find something tomorrow if I'm lucky but I just got here and I'm running out mostly to find meat and Kit Kats, apparently, so any help would be appreciated. I have three outfits that I'm working with and one of them is a catsuit, not exactly lounge wear material.

STEVE.
If we're going to be sharing the same living space you're going to have to learn that putting my things away for me is going to earn you a black eye. If you move my pants off of the floor in the hall to toss them in my hamper then I have no way of knowing where you put them. Don't do that.

And who in their right mind washes dishes at two in the morning? Are you trying to make me snap your neck?

WHO: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff
WHERE: The defense blockhouse
WHEN: Evening after her arrival
WHAT: Steve's being an avoidant idiot because he's an idiot
WARNINGS: Not much
STATUS: In progress

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I'd just like to clarify that this is still kidnapping whether or not it was intentional. I also don't like being told what to do, so let's make it clear that I'll be working tech because I want to figure out a way to get the hell home. Not because I was told to. It's an important distinction.

Who: Caroline Forbes (briefly), Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers
What: Reunions!
When: Super back dated to around six months before game start
Where: Quarantine building
Rating/Warnings: NA? Will update if needed
Status: Log; in progress

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