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welcome to the end of eras ; ota

WHO: Steve Harrington and you~
WHERE: The Bunker, then the streets/inn
WHEN: September 10th onward
OPEN TO: One for arrival, OTA for after
WARNINGS: Language

1) arrival ; bunker tubes - one reply please

[And here he'd thought he might get a break from the weird stuff for a bit. After a particularly hellish day, and no that wasn't an understatement in the slightest, Steve had hoped to just fall into his bed and sleep for 14 hours and do, well, nothing for a day or two. He earned that, right?

Besides, his face fucking hurt and he knew he was going to look like a mess for a while. Better to suffer and heal where he didn't have to deal with the stares.

He got his long sleep, at least, but he hadn't expected to wake up soaking wet. Did he piss himself and fall out of bed? A quick survey brought relief because no he did neither of those things, but this sure felt really wrong?

He brings a hand to his head with a groan, finally trying to open up his eyes.]

What the hell?

2) arrival ; wandring around/inn - ota

[The rest of the morning is something of a blur of shuffling around in crappy green scrubs, disheveled hair, and a face full of cuts and bruises. His head hurt like it never had before and his brain wasn't properly processing things or something. Either shit had gotten even weirder, he was hallucinating from a concussion, or he was having a very realistic dream.

He's a sight walking down the street, taking in the environment and coming away with nothing helpful.

Why is this his life?

At least he finally manages to wander into the most obviously inhabited building, pushing open the front door and heading inside the inn. There's people around, and most of them don't look crazy or hostile, but at this point that's the lowest on his list of worries. He's thirsty, hungry and sore and anything that could alleviate any of those things was all he really cared about at that moment.]

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[ the scrubs are always a dead giveaway that someone is new, especially since frank doesn't keep as close of tabs as he once did. that man still seems a world away, and according to some of the theories floating around after the bunker's discovery: he was. mayor hotdog is not frank castle, at least, not this version of him. and yet he has the bracelet from reims strapped around his wrist, denoting him as leader of a place that probably no longer exists, if it ever did. on the other wrist is a teal communicator, a few shades brighter and bluer than steve's, visible as he flips water goose eggs in the pan over one of the only electric stoves in the village.

there's a blocky gray pit bull waiting patiently by the table as frank stirs hash in another pan, folding in vegetables and cheese he'd harvested himself. not only did jogging really suck, but it made him like twice as hungry as usual. there's coffee, previously brewed, sitting off near the sink to cool that steve might smell first as he walks in. the man is large and imposing even with his back turned, long hair and beard visible past his bright teal hoodie.

he hears the boy the moment he steps in, but doesn't think much of it. aloe the pit bull growls lowly though and it's the only reason he looks up, quieting the dog with a raised hand. and sure enough, who should walk in but someone he knows, yet again. someone he already assumes won't know him. but if steve's here, does that mean so too is nancy? mike? it forms a lump in his throat just thinking about it. ]

Hungry? [ it's all he says before turning away and cracking two more eggs into the pan. since frank doesn't view steve as a threat, the dog is popping up off the ground to sniff him all over, intent on vetting him anyway. ]

[Doing his best to set up his own life in this place, Bobo has at least made himself at home by snagging a fur coat that someone he'd met on arriving had shown him, and a tee shirt from one of the drops that others had told him about. So he cuts a disturbing figure wandering back down from the north with a sack of the tubers that grow up there wearing red scrub pants, a black tee, and a full length fur coat in some dark fur. At least he felt more like himself.

Preparing to hit up the blacksmith to see about the possibility of a device to let off the gasses when he gets that far, he sees someone that looks well, like something the cat drug in. He pauses, arching a brow and looking the boy over.]

You get hit with a grenade too before this place?

[ Steph has been wandering around the bunker since it was confirmed that the place was unoccupied (by strangers) and unguarded. She still keeps her weapons on her, but she never goes anywhere without them.

She heads to the tube room when she hears a mechanical sound. There are a couple of things nearby that might do that, but the tube room does seem to be getting new residents and that deserves first priority.

It's not hard to spot which tube is occupied, and she moves quickly to activate the control that opens the tube for him. ]

Hey. You alright?

[The smell of coffee and breakfast hits him fast and hard, the emptiness in his stomach making itself known in a hurry. He's quickly distracting by the very large man who is doing the cooking, combined with the very large dog that growls at him.

He freezes just inside the doorway. He's had enough with large dog-like creatures as of lately, though at least this one is an actual dog and not some monstrosity that's going to fold back its face to reveal rows and rows of teeth.

Small favors.

The questions draws his attention from the pit bull, and it seems genuine enough, especially since he's adding extra food to the pan.]

Starving, actually. [Oh, hello doggy. Steve puts a hand out so the dog can get to know him by smell, so to speak.] If that's okay.

[All the guys around here seem to be large and intimidating so far, and this one is no exception. Steve wonders vaguely if the guy killed the animal that made that coat. That doesn't seem all that unlikely, really.]

Seriously? A grenade?

[He'd raise his own brows at the question if it didn't hurt so much to try.]

I think I'd be in a lot more pieces if I had. [A beat passes before he asks:] Wait, does that mean you did get hit with a grenade?

[He starts to drag himself off the floor at the sound of a female voice. He really needs to get his shit together. Is he going crazy? It wouldn't be that odd, all things considered.

He coughs one as he drags a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes as he finally manages to get fully upright. There's various cuts that have scabbed over on his face, along with plenty of bruising. Someone had definitely used his head as a punching bag.]

Yes? No? [He glances around, blinking slowly.] What the hell is all this?

[ She considers offering him a hand up, but he manages alright on his own. Instead she shrugs. ]

A kidnapping? Mostly what it is is vague and threatening. We should probably go up top, though, get some fresh air. There’s dry clothes in your bag if you want to change.

[ If he is looking for someone who doesn't look too crazy the Bull might not have been who he wanted to see. The Qunari is well over seven feet tall and built like a brick house, and there are the grey skin and horns to make it worse. But he is smiling as he walks towards the inn from the small house he's claimed as his. ]

Hello.

[ It isn't hard to guess that the guy was new, the scrubs and the lost look were clues. And Bull has been keeping an eye out for new people anyway. ]

New here?

Seriously?

[His clothes are literally the last thing he cares about. The pain in his head and the whole 'kidnapping' thing is definitely taking front and center in his attention span.]

Okay, why don't you start with the whole 'up top' thing. What are we, underground?

[ aloe sniffs at the boy's hand and deals it a big lick. harmless, if wary of newcomers. probably from being abandoned, frank thinks. he just nods to steve's admittance and gestures for him to sit at the table. the second he does aloe will set his big block head on his knee and stare up at him expectantly. another minute and frank is setting a cup of coffee in front of him, then a bowl of stevia and a small container of green milk followed by a spoon. he does all of this soundlessly before turning back to the stove. ]

Well, in fairness, you more look like someone used you for a punching dummy, but I was trying to be generous. And if you run, you don't always blow up.

[In fairness he knows it should have done more damage to him, but he isn't getting that deep into things.

He does turn his head to the side, looking away and showing the marks along the side of his face where there's healing marks along his temple and marking the shaved side of his head.]

In fairness, I threw it back and ran before it blew.

...holy crap.

[That is definitely not what he wanted to see. How about a nice old lady? Or a teenager? Giant demon guy with huge freaking horns is not what he's looking for.

Which might be obvious by the way he pauses and gapes, unsure if he's friendly or not. He sounds like he is, and no one here has been all the hostile, but yikes.]

Uh, yeah. Definitely new. Unless that's a bad thing in which case I have totally been here a really long time.

Some kind of bunker.

[ He'll worry about his clothes later, when he starts to get uncomfortable. She starts off in the direction of the tube entrance, expecting him to follow. ]

We found it a few weeks ago, when I'm guessing something activated it and made the entrance available. Truth is, we don't know a whole lot about what's really going on here. I've been here about two months, but there are people who've been here much longer than me.

[ Bull chuckles. ]

No, it's not a bad thing.

[ He steps a little closer and offers the other guy his hand. ]

I'm the Iron Bull. Nice to meet you, welcome.

Thanks.

[He says it to the guy's back, but whatever.

Alright, coffee he can definitely get behind. He pours in a single spoonful of what he assumes is sugar, but something looks seriously off with that...milk? He'll just...skip that.

The sweetness takes the edge of the bitterness of the coffee, allowing him to get through it without making a face. It warms his insides and he sighs almost happily. After another sip from the mug, he looks over at his new friend, the local cook, while his free hand idly scratches behind the dog's ear.]

So, what's your name?

Hey, they didn't look any better when it was over, alright?

[Getting hit a couple times is better than getting hit by a grenade in his book, but he also didn't just stand there and take it.

Wait, holy crap, this guy really did get hit by one. Yikes.]

I'd hate to see the other guy.

[Oh, no doubt. It won't take that long, really. He's already uncomfortable, just not because of his clothes.]

Well, that's...super vague. Not that it's your fault or anything, but that's just really shitty.

[He tries to look around as they walk before he decides to just focus on keeping his balance.]

So if this is a bunker, what's up there? Is this Area 51 or something?

Good. Awesome.

[His hand is probably gonna be dwarfed by this guy's, but he holds out his anyway to give him a good old fashioned shake.]

Steve. Nice to meet you too Mr.....uh....Bull.

[Steve Harrington, you're an idiot.]

[ he knew it wasn't him, the steve he met in reims. but the confirmation still hurts even as he rushes to plate their food. he remembers signing to him H-O-T-D-O-G and the memory gives his heart a squeeze. ]

Frank.

[ it's a grunt, dropping steve's breakfast in front of him with a clang as he lets the plate slap the table before handing the boy a fork. he sits down at the other end of it with his food and coffee that he doesn't sugar or wait to cool down before taking a long sip. aloe abandons steve's side the moment frank sits, moving to watch the man who'd recently adopted him, his tail whipping back and forth like he knows if he's cute enough he'll get a scrap or two. ]

[ Bull chuckles. ]
No mr or anything like that. Just The Iron Bull
[ He puts a bit of emphasis on the article there this time. ]
Nice to meet you, Steve. You've been here long or?

A pretty nice little town, actually. Abandoned and run down and quite possibly a remnant of the early 20th century, but nice.

[ She shrugs. She likes it, but she’d probably like the slums of Detroit compared to Gotham. ]

Northwest US, if I had to guess. Which I do, because I don’t know crap about practical ecology. Some freaky looking animals, maybe genetically engineered? I made friends with a family of feral cats that have peacock feathers instead of fur, and there are a few alligator-looking dogs in town. I think they’re technically called ‘croc-dogs’ but they’re obviously freshwater, so whoever named them clearly didn’t know the difference.

[ Forgive her, she’s a chatter. ]

[Bobo nearly smiles, holding his hands out in placation, even if it's a bit teasing. He's working on social skills that don't include that he's not known here and doesn't have to defend his very existence.]

Fair enough. Still might want to get those looked at before some weird creature here licks you and they get infected. They say there's a hospital. Just hope they're real doctors and not the kind to go with the level of technology.

[Though the smile fades from his face at that.]

I'm really hoping we never see them here. The place could do with some electricity but it's kind of perfect without them.

[ Sitting off to the side with an empty mug from some tea earlier, Asch was quietly looking over the guide book. It was the single most boring book he's ever skimmed through. He looked up when Steve came in. He stayed quiet as he looked over the book while others spoke to the new comer. At least he wasn't the new guy anymore.

He still totally was but not the freshest.

After a little while he got up, leaving the book where it was, making his way over to wherever he had been left to eat and drink, dressed in his black scrubs, his long red hair was a bit out of control today, but he needed to find a comb. He'd live for now. He stopped at the table and looked to the new guy, as he asked the obvious. ]

Guessing you just arrived?

[He starts slightly as the plate hits the table in front of him, taking the fork about a half second later than he probably should have without it being awkward.]

Thanks.

[He's not sure how many times he's said that but it's probably been more the necessary. Whatever.]

Uh, I'm Steve.

[He sticks his fork into the eggs before putting it in his mouth. He has to force himself not to inhale the rest in two seconds because he didn't realize how hungry he was until decent food hit his tongue.]

Oh, alright. Got it.

[It sounded like a stage name or something, but he's not gonna tell this guy that it's kinda weird. That seems like a poor life choice.]

Nope. I just got spat out of a tube in an underground bunker this morning. Hey, does everyone show up here like that because if that's the case then I'd like to file one hell of a complaint.

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