Captain Steve Rogers (
starspangledavenger) wrote2013-06-09 09:08 pm
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005 [Text - Goldenrod]
I found something that shouldn't be here. There's no way in hell they should be here, but I found them.
Is anyone else finding things like that? Something personal that you didn't have a week ago? Because one of my Pokemon came out of her ball wearing- and I don't understand.
[Private to Tony and Thor Only // Text]
Hey, where are you two at? I know where Imogen is, but it's been radio silence from you two. We should meet up, I can come to you guys pretty quick once you tell me where to meet you.
Is anyone else finding things like that? Something personal that you didn't have a week ago? Because one of my Pokemon came out of her ball wearing- and I don't understand.
[Private to Tony and Thor Only // Text]
Hey, where are you two at? I know where Imogen is, but it's been radio silence from you two. We should meet up, I can come to you guys pretty quick once you tell me where to meet you.
Re: [text]
[Steve really doesn't want to say what it is yet, feels too raw right now, but he can be vague]
I found a chain that belonged to a friend. How about you?
[text]
Sounds like we've got some kind of reverse pick-pocket with a sick sense of humor.
Found my badge.
[text]
[text]
Huh. I've been wanting this thing back ever since it vanished.
[text]
Then it's a good thing to have again, yeah? Someone suggested the idea that all the craziness that's been going on lately is the price and the items are the prize.
[text]
Yeah. You'd think so.
Now it's in my hand, it just makes me remember it doesn't mean anything without the authority to go with it.
Hell of a prize.
[text]
You have an ace habit of finding the rusty lining.
But I get it, sorry to hear it's become a bad reminder.
[text]
It's a talent. Expecting the worst comes in handy more than you'd think.
Not all bad. It's good to know it's here and not stolen and getting flashed around by some idiot. Good to remember what a real badge looks like, not these little toys they hand out for beating up birds.
[text]
A different or something.
Every view point has their advantages and disadvantages, and at least you don't get your hopes up too often then.
Well look at that, a silverlining afterall.
[text]
Yeah, yeah, we're all special beautiful snowflakes in our own way.
See, I got sun shining out of my ass.
[He's hefting it in one hand as he types with the other.]
Same weight, same feel, same dent that got in it years ago. Couldn't tell you how. If it's a fake, it's a damn good one.
[text]
Lt. Blake, I can assure you that you're one of the more special little snowflakes I've met.
And mine is accurate too, scars and everything, they seem too real to me to just dismiss as a knock off.
[text]
Wonder if it's missing back in the real world. Hell, if it was, we would be too.
But it proves the real world's still out there, right? And there's some way for things to go back and forth.
[text]
I'm tossing around a few theories with someone and we think that when these weird weekends occur, that the boundary between our worlds and this one grows week, that's why hundreds of people appeared and then just as suddenly disappeared. Why the items might have slipped through during that time too. If it's true, then there might be a chance of finding a way home during that time.
But yes, I think it's proof that the real world is still out there.
[text]
[The thought has a deeply uneasy feeling, like remembering a nightmare where you called your mother and something from Mars picked up, and the worst part was they wouldn't admit anything was wrong.]
Wait. That wasn't the first time? This is on a schedule?
[But what Steve says is almost hopeful.]
A whole pile of worlds, with the real one in there somewhere.
That's the closest to good news I've heard in a long, long time.
[text]
[not exactly what he meant, but he'll let Blake have that.]
It's still out there and maybe we'll find a way back there next time this happens.
[text]
Almost makes me look forward to it.
[He tries to think about exactly what happened this time, and gets nothing but a creeping feeling and a throbbing in the back of his head.]
Almost.