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Dr Sam Wilson (machinesrus) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Even with the come-and-go nature of the party and the fact that there was another one going on back at the apartments it seemed like there were a lot of people there. Sam had noticed it last year, too - Peter was a popular kid. He and Tony combined were even worse, like a hurricane of congeniality and extroversion. It wasn't that Sam was particularly introverted, but at times like this when he stopped and looked at how many people had turned up, he certainly felt like he was a lot more self-contained. The idea of trying to maintain that many relationships at the level he used to be capable of was exhausting. The idea that he did, in fact, used to be capable of it made him feel uncomfortably aware of himself, like he'd gotten up in the morning and put on his own skin like a costume.

A Special Forces background probably constituted an unfair advantage at laser tag, but considering the type of people the Entity liked to collect he figured he was hardly the only one, and he played through a couple of games before bowing out to grab something to drink. He was just setting his cup down when he spotted Tony moving his way through the crowd, and he lingered longer than he might have otherwise to wait for him to get through. "I'm always amazed this place is still standing when we're done for the day, the number of superpowers we can pack in one room." He wasn't intimidated by the powered and enhanced set, not when they'd been background noise to half his life and proved themselves just as fucked up and flawed as anyone else, but he sometimes wondered what it was like to grow up that way in a world that wasn't built for it. "Everything going okay?"