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Steve Rogers (captainhandsome) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-02-22 10:54:00

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america chavez (616), clint barton (616), clint barton (mcu), gamewide plot, janet van dyne (avac), kamala khan (avac), kate bishop (616), peter b parker (sv), steve rogers (mcu), tony stark (mcu)

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHAT: Something smells like dinner?
WHERE: The square of the unnamed town that is here
WHEN: The second day
RATING: Low

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Steve liked the fresh air, he hadn't got a chance to enjoy it in Wakanda, hadn't got a chance to do much except what had been done. Then like the dust in his hands it had all slipped away, reality and earth did as well. At first he'd been alone, he'd had time to explore everything by himself, had slept and eaten and there had been days of that kind of echoing quiet. It gave him time to think, this hadn't been part of his plan. He'd cleared out a house, put together a tool kit from things he'd found around. The tools had needed some care but worked well for his basic needs.

Once he'd seen to cleaning, washing windows inside and out, then it was building up firewood. Steve must have spent an entire day taking apart dead trees, carrying the stores into the square. It was good, he didn't think too much then, just that it might get cold, there might be more people.

And there were more people, strangers who appeared much the same as he had and Steve tried to give them space, be welcoming and yet not threatening. He wasn't sure how well it was working. But he'd decided that usually the best way to make peace and the like was through someone's stomach. Which is what had lead him to taking a little walk down to where the trees got closer together and twigs cracked under foot.

He never wanted to kill something, but he also understood foodchains and the like. The large boar hadn't stood much chance against the impact of his shield and it was quick at least. The rest of it took longer and Steve didn't have a lot of experience but it wasn't the first time he'd butchered something so he got there. Steve carried it back to the square, where he'd already lit the fire under the metal rack he'd dragged out from behind a shed was scrubbed clean. A spit would be better, but that kind of machinery wasn't his forte. Coals and what looked to be an old metal gate would do fine.

It was practically a barbecue.

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Solona Amell and Open

solona
2019-02-24 04:47 am UTC (link)

Ale. It had taken a dwarf - one with definite alcoholic tendencies, but that was not important neither now or then - to open her up to a world of pubs, bars, and ale. She’d hated the taste at first, but Oghren’s company had made sure that only the finest of ales had come to pass muster. Unfortunately, moving away from Fereldan borders meant a clean break with her beloved Brakien Brew. Ales turned into harder stuff, and while some of it was barely drinkable, she was a good sport. Alcohol brought people together and loosened up even the stubbornest of tongues. Especially once she'd found herself in lands far beyond the reach of the Blights, it had turned out to be invaluable.

Turned out that even there, they knew the language of gold. Gold was exchanged, a jug pushed into her hands - simple enough. she moved away from the counter, and tried to go back to her table, where others were waiting to have their tongues loosened.

But the world shifted soon enough; the pub's dark, candle-lit interior made way for daylight and a town square that was unfamiliar to her, and annoyingly [...] something. Not Orlesian, or Fereldan. It was something new. And it certainly did a grand job of making her look entirely out of place. Her armor, tarnished and dinged, certainly didn't help. Neither did the sword, or the tan leather backpack slung from her shoulder, which was filled to the brim with herbs and potions.

She took her time checking out the crowd in front of her. Some of them were looking at little boxes in their hands - why, she had no clue - others were lost in conversation, and others were eating. Roasted meat. Her stomach rumbled in kind- she ignored that, thank you very much - and scanned the crowd. No weapons. No alcohol. But relative safety as a concept was laughable, so [...] Fuck it.

She stepped closer, and put the jug down on the first stable surface she found. There. All this gathering needed was cups.

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Solona Amell | America

starsandhearts
2019-02-25 06:01 am UTC (link)

It wasn't the first time America had found herself in a place that she couldn't kick her way out of, sure around this point she'd have expected Peggy Carter to show herself, or maybe Madam Masque to show herself and explain what was happening and exactly how she was going to get out of this, or at least which ass she had to kick to get herself home.

But no one had jumped out at her to explain any of this, and though she'd seen some others around the small town they all seemed to be just as lost as her.

At least until she found a sort of gathering and the smell of food. If there were answers to be had, they'd probably be somewhere around here. The woman in armor caught her attention first, she didn't look like she was out for a fight as much as she looked like America, like she had found this gathering and decided to make the most of it.

"Hey, you know what's going on here?" She asked as she approached.

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