WHO: Steve Rogers & OTA (multiples welcome!) WHAT: Random meetings? Steve’s down with being put to work. WHEN: Wednesday, mid-day WARNINGS: Nope, none STATUS: Open, Incomplete
He’d been here for a few days now; long enough to explore and to get a real understanding for the land, but maybe not quite so long where he’d had any real kind of opportunity to get to know the people. It had been surprising, a bit, to realize there were people he knew already here on the island even if they apparently had their own good reasons for being here (although, frankly, Steve was mostly unsure of how Tony was surviving at all without technology. Steve wasn’t even from a time when it’d seemed all that important and even he was missing things with on and off switches).
But even with knowing a select few people, Steve could easily say he didn’t know everyone. And he sort of thought he should. That was just the kind of person he was.
So, he made it a point to sort of wander and mill about around the encampment. That way he could stop and talk to anyone he came across, or offer to help anyone who might need any sort of labor or heavy lifting done. At the very least, he was good for that.