so goodbye yellow brick road

[ex_enlisted288]

WHO: Steve Rogers
WHERE: Village environs
WHEN: Mid to Late October
OPEN TO: Tony Stark + Open
WARNINGS: TBD

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Domestic Agendas

[ It's been a long time since Steve lived with just one person. Five years, seventy years, a few months and some change. He tries to make himself invisible as much as possible. Lets Bucky know that he's welcome to bring over Liv and Steve will find somewhere else to be if they need alone time. He reads the books he got from Father Mulcahy and gets accustomed, for the very first time, to sharing space with a cat for more than a couple of days. Steve had wanted a pet as a child, but money and multiple health concerns had nixed that plan before it ever came to fruition. The best he could do back then was sneak scraps to the alley cats that roamed the tenement buildings and belonged to nobody.

He's getting a little better at fishing now, too. Several times a week, he makes the trip down to the river and splits his haul between himself and Bucky and the Inn. His newest project is learning how to gut and cook the things, and anyone who stops by to visit is more than likely going to find themselves at the kitchen table, talked into eating Steve's latest cooking experiment. (At least he's getting fairly decent with stews. Hanging around the Inn pays off sometimes.) ]


Great Minds*

[ Steve has been trying to avoid Tony since the incidence with the breathing problems. He's glad the guy is doing okay, but has decided that trying to mend fences any further would be like slamming his head repeatedly against a brick wall. In other words, a futile exercise that may yield results in the far future but only give himself a headache in the here and now. But he does make a point of widening his jogging ritual so that he heads by the forge twice a day - once in the early morning, and once after dinner. Just in case.

And, if Tony is paying any attention when Steve happens by, he may notice a quiet, continuous stream of useless useless you're nothing emanating from the super soldier's subconscious. ]


Tricky Treats

[ On the 24th of October, at exactly high noon, Steve is frequenting the Inn to catch up on gossip and eat a meal prepared by someone with more culinary skills than he currently has. At first, everything seems normal, but his nose starts to twitch. About a minute after that starts, and he clearly isn't able to help it, a fuzzy little rabbit tail appears in the immediate vicinity of his rear end. How embarrassing.

But not the most embarrassing. Not by a long shot. Because there are also two rabbit ears sprouting from where human ears should be. And, in the midst of the usual 'What the hell' reactions, Steve is probably going to try and slip out the back door and head for his own house. Feel free to stop him on the way and strike up a conversation. He'll be bunny-ed for a whole hour. ]


((* - if you want in on mindreading shenanigans, hmu at anthologies and we'll discuss options.))

one | he beat on his tiny fists to feel something

[blacksky]

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, around the village while she house shops!
WHEN: October 23-25.... for now.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of horror environments. sexual content in MattElektra thread. Will edit as log progresses!

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Fountain | open

One moment she is idly scrolling through the comms to answer responses to a post. It is nothing new really. The only difference is she's being a team player. She's taking the responses seriously and trying to put the puzzle together. It's almost fun even outside the visits it gets her from the people she favors. The next moment water is rushing through her nostrils and mouth. She hates herself for getting so comfortable. Now the station is fucking with her. As usual there's nothing that can be done about it. All she can do is try to make a mad dash for oxygen. Just because she can come back to life, doesn't mean she wants to. If nothing else Matthew would never let her hear the end of it.

Her lungs and nostrils burn as she reaches the surface and coughs loudly as the water pours from her nose and mouth. It's absolutely disgusting, but she can't lament that now. She has to swim to the lid to catch her breath. Actually getting out of the fountain will have to wait until a decent amount of oxygen gets into her lungs. She'll marvel later at the fact that it's no longer recycled space junk and there's a real source of light out here.

Inn | open

She needs to get something in her stomach. By now it is safe to assume someone pointed her in the right direction of food. Elektra doesn't waste any time. She heads straight for the kitchen to grab whatever her heart desires. Anything that resembles leftovers or something that doesn't need to be cooked is being collected and deposited onto a plate. She hasn't eaten real food in ages. God she misses it.

Elektra emerges to one of the tables with a mish-mash of everything she can find and water. She sets it down carefully in front of her. She's done this before. Her first week with the Natchios she ate half the house in the morning and spent the rest of her day puking. She's older and wiser supposedly. She doesn't want to waste any time puking her guts out due to a lack of self-control.

After a few seconds, she carefully picks up the lightest item, eats as slowly as she can, takes a long drink of water, and repeats the process until she's full. It makes her look like she's ninety, but she hasn't eaten real food in months as far as she knows. She rather look stupid than throw up everywhere.

Around the village | open

She needs a place to live because the Inn isn't an option. Elektra is used to living alone at this point. She's not going to change even if there is supposedly a winter upon them. Strange, but she can't bring herself to complain with fresh air in her lungs again and food in her belly. She starts the process of going through the clearly uninhabited houses to find one suitable for her. Elektra doesn't bother to hide it's what she's up to either. Everything seems up for grabs here. Why not embrace it?