Oh no, what is this now?

[silent_screaming]

This is not at all what Sean had expected when he had stepped through the pantry door.  He looked around the room for a few seconds and mentally noted it looked like an extremely weird bedroom, and promptly started to back out the door he had opened, only to back into a wall. When he turned, he was staring at a blank white wall, with no hint of the door he had passed through. Sean  could feel the panicked scream trying to force it's way out of his throat, so he braced himself against the wall and leaned down a bit, head down with his hair cutting off his view of everything while he tried to calm down.

Sean had no clue of how long he stood there, willing down his panic attack and stomping down the screams that tried to escape. Until he knew where he was, there was no knowing what he might need to keep close to his chest. He finally pushed off the wall and turned to inspect the room more closely, moving around and inspecting things until he came to what looked like a doorway, but the door had no handle so it was more like a panel made out of steel. It made a weird noise and slid open when he stepped in front of it, the opening showing a brightly light hallway. He tentatively stuck his head out and seeing nobody slid into the hall, the door closing behind him as he wandered off to the left.

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[stark_spangled]

It's been an exhausting couple of days, which means Steve is feeling at his best. True, his first alien planet hadn't been exactly what he expected, but being able to do something to help was better than sitting on his laurels here just waiting for things to happen. He doesn't like waiting.

He's taking a jog around the halls, which probably isn't the best decision he's ever made but it's definitely not the worst. He is keeping it to a respectable speed, which isn't doing much to help him work off the excess in energy, but at least he isn't knocking people over. At least, not until Sean steps out of the door.

"On your ten!" he calls, slamming on the brakes.

[silent_screaming]

Sean managed to make out the shout in time to flatten himself against the closest wall just fast enough to avoid being run over. He tilted his head and quietly inspected the man, wondering if perhaps he had ended up in this weird place in similar circumstances.

Sean flipped open his talk device and typed into it for a minute. When he hit enter, an electronic voice popped out of the speakers. Uh, hi there? Sorry I was in your way.

[stark_spangled]

"Sorry," Steve says, even before Sean has a chance to grab his device. He braces his hands on his knees and catches his breath, squinting up at the kid to make sure he's all right. "Running through the halls. If only my teachers could see me now."

The joke is bland, but Steve's still smiling even as Sean starts typing. He watches attentively, straightening up and setting his hands on his hips, impressed when the device spits out a greeting. "Hey, don't worry about it, it was my fault. I'm Steve Rogers."

He holds out a hand in greeting.

[silent_screaming]

Sean nodded and continued to keep his place by the wall, just in case. He wasn't quite sure what to say to the man, Steve, Sean wasn't usually people friendly. He reached out to shake Steve's hand, the man seemed to be fairly nice. He leaned back a bit and typed a quick response and hit the button to speak. I'm Sean, nice to meet you.

[stark_spangled]

Steve wonders how old he is. He picks up on his uncertainty and reservedness easy enough, keeping the handshake firm but giving, letting Sean set the tone. He doesn't even mention the texting device or ask why Sean can't speak; it doesn't matter. He seems like a nice kid, and Steve doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, setting his hand back on his hip. "I don't think I've seen you before. You new here, Sean?"

With the way he's sticking to the wall like that, maybe he'd like somebody to give him a hand.

[spideys]

Peter knows a thing or two about wandering. Only, he's decided that wandering the halls by floor is a little ... well, 'mainstream'.

He prefers the ceilings.

And besides which, he's started to feel antsy (because 'spidery' doesn't quite work), trapped on a ship when he'd much rather be freely webslinging the skyscrapers of Manhattan. This is the closest he can come to being Spider-Man for a little bit.

He's been careful about it too. The halls are thankfully empty most of the time, and when they aren't, his spidey senses warn him of anyone approaching.

... which is how Peter comes to be standing right past the corner when Sean turns left.

"Uh - hi."

[silent_screaming]

The hallways had been mostly empty, he could hear people in the distance, but he'd yet to run into anyone. Hopefully at some point he'd figure out how to get back to the room he'd come from, since everywhere he'd been looked the same as where he'd just come from.

To be honest the ceiling was not where he'd originally looked when he'd heard the greeting, Sean had turned in the normal directions and seen nobody, but a shadow at the corner of his eye had turned out to be man around his age, Sean isn't quite sure what to make of the guy who had been clinging to the ceiling, though to be honest, Sean really shouldn't judge since he's seen way weirder things. So, with a tilt of the head, he gives the other guy a tentative wave of the hand in greeting. He wandered a bit closer to the other guy and typed out a Hello.

[spideys]

"You can't -?"

There's a moment between the time Peter has a thought (or a realization, more like) and words come out of his mouth, but he manages to stop himself in case it could be construed as ... well, rude.

He shakes his head.

It's obvious the guy can't speak, or chooses not to, and that's his prerogative.

So Peter waves a hand too. Offers him a smile.

"Hey. You - uh. You're not trying to get to Ten Forward, are you?"