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ten_fwd2014-11-02 11:38 pm
stark_spangled) wrote in ten_fwd2014-11-02 11:38 pm
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[Ten Forward]: Halloween Plot (sneaking this in belatedly)! OTA
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. :)]
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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"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.
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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."