[Ten Forward]: Halloween Plot (sneaking this in belatedly)! OTA

[stark_spangled]

This will not go down in the books as one of Steve's favorite weekends ever.

The costume has been humiliating enough, meeting people from his world, his future, while in said costume would be the cherry on top of the rotten sundae. Or you would think, anyway. But putting a soldier whose metabolism burns four times faster than normal on a candy-only diet for a few days, and you've got a recipe for one miserable man.

And -- because of course there's more -- that candy is apparently booby trapped. Steve thought the war was over. Just tell that to his hair, which is currently a limp shade of green -- and not a nice green, but a sad, tarnished penny green. It just adds to the lackluster expression on his face as he sits off in the darkest corner he can find, concentrating on keeping his knees together.

He doesn't think he's given women enough credit over the years. This is a lot harder than it looks.

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Once he's had plenty of time to brood, he decides no good ever comes from hanging back or hiding. He's heard about there being missions to find replicators that will produce real food somewhere on the ship, and he's interested in what the result of those missions has been. He can't be the only one on this boat who needs a square meal.

"Has anyone located a working replicator yet?" he calls to the room. "Or any food stores we can tap into?"


[ooc: The bit after the linebreak is for Dylan Hunt in particular, but consider either scenario OTA for any character! Steve's dressed as a USO girl, and my but don't those pumps make his legs look shapely? Powers and personality remain the same, save for the colored hair. :)]

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[rhapsoidein]

Well, Genesis certainly needed the laugh after spending the day in her own ridiculous costume and spending about half of that trying to figure out how to make the visor go up so she could see better. Seriously, this was armor? She had an ab window and her vision was half blocked! Or maybe she just didn't know how to use it but she wasn't used to this.

Also, it was glowing. Why was it glowing? And it came with a lance. A lance. By the Goddess, why?

Still, she knelt down, the metallic armor clanking a bit as she tilted her head at Steve. "I didn't think you were into crossdressing, darling."

[stark_spangled]

There's only one other redhead Steve knows who gets the same kind of flat, annoyed look Steve gives her that's only ever half-serious.

"Uh-uh, no," he says, shaking his head. "You're at least mostly clothed, you don't get to laugh at me. Only the truly ridiculous get to laugh at me today."

There are a few noteworthy things about this answer. One, that Steve is comfortable enough around Genesis to be sassy rather than completely humiliated; two, that apparently there's a tier system in place for who has mocking rights, which means even in his current state Steve's looking out for the little guy; and three, that he has very firmly noticed she is only mostly clothed.

"Is that armor?" he follows, flicking a quick glance down her body. "There's nothing covering your stomach. I hope the glowing means you have some sort of shield in place. And for your information, I knew a very nice cross-dresser in Brooklyn. His name was Leroy. He gave me styling tips."

He runs his hand through his hair, which looks almost as limp as it did back in the 1930s.

[rhapsoidein]

Genesis gave him a sassy look right back at that. "I look like I came out of a fantasy novel, so yes, I do get to laugh at you. This is armor is the least practical thing I have ever seen!"

Mostly clothed was good, yes. But that hardly meant she liked her stomach being exposed like this. It looked tacky. "Honestly, I don't know what the glow means. I feel like I have electrical currents on this thing with how it glows but I honestly doubt it. And you assume I have something against crossdressing! I most certainly do not!"

She huffed and crossed her arms and would have looked serious had the dragon head visor not fallen over her eyes. She scowled and pushed it back up. "See? Impractical. Besides, I am hardly a lancer. I'm more of the mystic knight type."

At least Steve could sit down properly. Sort of. She wasn't entirely sure how to sit comfortably in this armor.

[stark_spangled]

Steve can sass with the best of them and not tire out, but the longer Genesis goes on the bigger his smile gets, until he's sitting there grinning up at her like a cat who fell into a bowl of cream. It's difficult to say whether he's more amused by how inconvenienced she is, or more charmed.

"Mystic knight. Hey, I like the helmet," he says, drawing the visor back down over her eyes before pushing it back up again. Is he laughing? Maybe, but he'll never tell. "You look like you're ready to win Guinevere's favor from the king of the round table."

Steve's not opposed to a little fantasy in his life. The Once and Future King was one of his favorite books growing up. He kind of wishes there were more redheaded knights in it now, though. "You look good."

OK, it's possible he's just trying to get her to punch him now.

[rhapsoidein]

"H-Hey!" She flailed a little when he pulled the visor down even after he pushed it back up. She didn't not appreciate his laughter even if it made her smile just a little. Totally not a big smile. "Please, Guinevere has nothing on me. But I doubt Lancelot or Arthur would even appreciate me trying to win her or any one of the Knights over."

They were, after all, summons on her world. Summons were very powerful beings that no human, not even a SOLDIER, could compete with sometimes. Knights of the Round were quite legendary and Genesis was never able to find them herself on Gaia. But there were plenty of other powerful summons to be reckoned with. Bahamut tended to be her favorite.

His compliment did earn him a punch in the shoulder. "Says the man in a dress. You should really have that fitted to fit your body type."