juststeverogers: (Distraught)
Steven Rogers ([personal profile] juststeverogers) wrote2017-12-07 08:48 pm

Checking in (set after Halloween event)

In the aftermath of the Nightmare incident in the Nexus, Steve knew the most important thing in the immediate was making sure people were okay. Hell, he'd spent most of his time tending to Amelia's wounds such that by the time he was finished most of the cafe had cleared out. He's glad the rogue got the care she needed but he hasn't seen her since.

In fact, he's not seen most of them since. He waited a bit to see if he'd spot familiar faces in the Nexus, but with things quiet he takes matters into his own hands and sends out a message to several of his friends.

Hey, it's Steve.

I know you were involved in the mess during the Halloween party and I really want to make sure you're alright. I'm sorry I haven't reached out sooner. I wanted to make sure you got the time and care you needed after everything that happened. The coordinates to my apartment are listed at the end of this message.

Please let me know you're okay.
boldygoing: (Beard: Distant gaze)

[personal profile] boldygoing 2017-12-16 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
All right, that makes enough sense that it's worth a shot. "Playing the long game. I can get behind that."

Jim doesn't do well being idle, especially when he's this keyed up, so he does a few stretches while he contemplates that, keeping his shoulders and back loosened up. This isn't the sort of thing he usually spends a lot of time strategizing on, but Steve does make a good argument for it. What could it hurt?

"Bet it's easier when the bag isn't fighting back, but I can take a punch." He's never been the best at avoiding getting hit. On multiple levels. Getting hit and then getting back up, that he can do.
boldygoing: (Eyebrows)

[personal profile] boldygoing 2017-12-17 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Helping indeed. Jim sputters, caught off-guard, his train of thought pretty expertly derailed by a well-placed Pokemon tongue to the face. "Hey," he protests, but there's no bite to it, and even though he pushes the excited Growlithe off him, he still can't resist ruffling the fur between her ears as he does. No one can resist petting soft, fluffy animals, particularly when they're so insistent, and he's no exception.

He does feel a bit better than when he came over, though whether that's just because of the exercise or because of good old-fashioned animal interaction, who can say.

Well, Sarah has done a good job of drawing both their attentions, he's pretty sure. "She do any other tricks besides helping with pushups?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
boldygoing: (Eyebrows)

[personal profile] boldygoing 2017-12-19 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Hold on a sec. Back the hell up. "She can breathe fire?"

That... is actually incredibly cool. And dangerous as hell to have in an indoor pet, but still. A fire-breathing dog? Even the magical pet shop in Diagon Alley didn't have anything on that kind of level.

Consider him sufficiently distracted from his thoughts for the moment, just as Sarah no doubt planned it.