Who: Steve, Open to all What: Steve arrives! When: Monday, mid-morning Where: Lobby, then main halls Warnings: TBD/Giant, nervous super soldier in combat mode who is not ready for a bunch of grown ups dressed like cartoon characters. Status: Complete
Steve blinked a few times, vision less murky than simply confused as he suddenly became more attentively aware of the world around him. He had the vague sensation of having been moving quite automatically, as if sleep walking. The disorientation was similar to that of battle fatigue, though disconcerting in that he was suddenly as far removed from such as situation as he could imagine.
Staring around at the oddly aged decoration, Steve tried to remember what had happened last and most clearly. He remembered the Hydra agents he'd tracked down and engaged in the middle of a remote forest, remembered the ensuing gun fight. He remembered disarming and rendering one unconscious, then coming under automatic fire. That was when he'd dived into a nearby shed, a quite random and lucky find in the middle of a forest....
Steve finally noticed the device in his hand and blinked staring at it. He looked to his other hand and saw the fine pen, still just hovering over the last letter of his own name. He pulled the pen back, recognizing his own signature and vaguely remembering signing the book, however it was just as surreal as the moment he'd dived for cover into a building in the middle of nowhere.
Glancing at the countertop of the supposed hotel reception, the Avenger noted the gun he'd relieved from the Hydra agent, laying near the pen's rest where he must have set it aside. He certainly didn't feel good about his current situation, and it wouldn't do to abandon a firearm randomly, so he set the pen down and picked the weapon up again, tucking it into his belt as he tried to get his bearings. As he did, the electronic in his hand suddenly started buzzing with a new message.
Rodgers frowned deeply at the device; it was similar to the ones back home which gave him no end of trouble in operating. Still, as the message lit up, he managed to remember "green button to read" and opened the message, scanning the contents several times before he slowly lowered the screen. None of this felt right, and there were no obvious answers anywhere. The room was too open, also, too vulnerable if this was some kind of trap.
The hooded soldier glanced to the front doors, but something told him that it wasn't an escape route. Frowning deeply and pulling his shield from his back, he started walking down towards the largest corridor before him, tense and hyper alert as he attempted to find people or answers. Anybody. At least if he knew who he was dealing with he might have an idea about why he'd been brought here, after all. He pocketed the PDA, fingers grazing the gun at his side before he pulled his hand away and raised his shield in front of him slightly. There was no immediate and apparent threat, after all, and no telling what would happen if anybody here came across an actively armed and armored individual.
"Hello?" he called down the hallway, hesitantly at first. When he was met with only silence, the hairs on the back of his neck stood attentively, and he let out a soft, frustrated growl. His next call was much louder, the impatience and nerves turning it into more of a captain's demand for a response. "Hello! Anybody! I'm looking to speak with somebody who's in charge? Hello!"