[pounding on the door; open]

[captainredwhiteblue]

Who: Steve Rogers and anyone at the Inn.
What: Cap arrives!
Where: The arrival rooms, the Valhalla Inn.
When: afternoon into evening--I'm being flexible with time so many people can play :D
Notes: In-person log because shhhh learning a CiD is hard when you're from 1945.
Warnings: Potential for lots of aw-shucks behavior. Also eyelashes, stand back.

The frozen white ground looms up closer and closer, faster and faster. The drone of the engine has sharpened into a protesting whine, nearly drowning out the sound of Peggy’s voice in the cabin. He knows this is it, that he has mere seconds.

He’s as brave as ever, playing it up for her sake. “We’ll get the band to play something slow,” he calls out to her. “And then maybe I won’t step on your feet.”

He has no way to know those last few words were cut off, no way to know she can’t hear him any longer and she’s already calling his name into her microphone, frantic with worry and grief. All he can see out of the plane’s broken windscreens is the ground now. I’m sorry, he mouths, without really knowing who he’s addressing; before he can figure it out, the plane’s nose impacts, sending him flying forward.

He’s braced for pain, for the scrape of metal and ice over his suit and skin, for bones crunching as the hard ice stops his momentum. He slides, but it’s… odd. It’s not the slick movement of a body over ice or the tearing of his body over broken metal. It’s like skidding on a floor.

He stops with a gentle thump. Far too gentle. When he sits up he’s no longer in the plane but not out on the frozen tundra, either. He’s in a room. It’s green. His shield is propped against a table; he slings it across his back and then he studies the pamphlet he finds on the table. Twice. Carefully.

He looks over the device—a CiD?—and he pockets that. Yes, he could call for help, but he’d need time to study the device and learn what to do, and there’s a more direct way, at least he thinks so.

“Hello?”

Anyone in the vicinity of the arrival rooms will hear a thumping from behind one of the doors, and a man’s voice, calling out politely.

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Could someone open the door, please?”

Comments

[captainredwhiteblue]

Steve nods. "It's possible. Before I was in this room, I was back home--well, where I belong. I was on a plane. It was the tenth of February, 1945."

[im_apimp]

Alec lets out a low whistle before nodding. "Yeah, that'd be more than a couple. I'm from 2020." Which, despite his love for World War II tactics training when he was at Manticore, he's going to leave it at that. No use prodding at the guy when he has just gotten to the city.

[captainredwhiteblue]

"2020. Gosh." So the city is grabbing people from all over. Variety, he supposes.

"You been here in the city real long?"

[im_apimp]

He shrugs. "Couple of months. Other people have been here longer. There are some people who have been here for generations."

He turns and gives the other man a bit of a smirk. "Guess it depends on how much they like you."

[captainredwhiteblue]

"How much they like me?" Steve is utterly confused. "What do you mean by that?"

[im_apimp]

"Well, there're twelve deities that I think have most of the control of the city," Alec explains. "They don't show their faces all that often, but I'm pretty sure that they're the ones who brought us here, and we won't go home until they say so."

[captainredwhiteblue]

Steve frowns. "Do you know why? Have they said? Any of it--why we're here, why us, why we can't go home?"

[im_apimp]

"Nope," he says with a dry smirk. "In my experience, they mostly just pop in when they need our help with something in the city, and then pop out when we're finished."

[captainredwhiteblue]

Steve considers this. Maybe that's why they're here. "I guess we need to know if they want or need us here. That might help us figure things out."

[im_apimp]

Alec shrugs as he muses on that for a minute, before clapping the guy on the back. "Well, big guy, if you manage to get them to sit down for a heart to heart, let us know. So far, we haven't had any luck."

[captainredwhiteblue]

"I'll see what I can do." He means that--he's not going to just take this abduction and lack of explanation lying down.

[im_apimp]

Alec can sense that. And it's ... oddly sweet. There aren't a lot of guys like him in American military anymore. Alec would know. He's met most of them.

"Okay then." Then a beat. "Have you figured out the CiD yet?"

[captainredwhiteblue]

"No, not yet." Steve shrugged. "Later. We have similar things where I'm from but not so advanced. I figured it was more direct to knock on the door than to spend time fussing with it to call anybody. Worse came to worse, I knew I'd be let out at one of the usual times."

[im_apimp]

"That is true. But there might be people from your universe here. Using that thing is a cheap and dirty way of finding out."

[captainredwhiteblue]

Steve thinks that over for a second and then he shakes his head. "When I'm ready," he replies. He just got here, can hardly get his head around it; he needs time to settle, and think, before he opens himself to the possibility that there are people here who know him.

[im_apimp]

"Fair enough," he replies. Alec doesn't think the same way. The first thing he did was look for people he knew, because if no one had his back, he was going to ground and never looking back. If he hadn't found Max, he would have been gone.