NEW COMERS POST 1

[proximods]

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

Comments

Steve Rogers | MCU | OPEN

[americanclassic]

This, sadly, wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a strange place. But he supposed he should be happy that no one had gone through the effort of trying to trick him into thinking he was somewhere he wasn't. Problem was, he had no idea where he actually was. Until the mad little scientist came and gave his song and dance, directing Steve to his communication's device before leaving. Without answering anything Steve had asked.

He'd been tempted to break the damn wall down and follow after the man, but a door had opened up and even though it was exactly what they wanted him to do and where they wanted him to go, it just seemed better at the moment to follow along. Until he didn't have to.

Coming into the room, he saw other people milling around, all seeming just as confused as he was, if not angry or upset. Great. So he wasn't the only guinea pig here. His hand moved up to the itch that reminded him of that implant, a frown crossing his features. This had HYDRA written all over it, though he wasn't quite certain about the seeming freedom he'd been given, or the others as well. No restraints. No guards. Just that chip and a phone before they were told to go off and 'do whatever you wanted'. Dr. Creepy might regret giving him that kind of leeway, but for now, he was going to move around the room, looking at the magazines and pamphlets and maybe trying to catch someone's eye to see if they were up to attempting to exchange a little information.

[true_noir]

Not everyone in this place looked quite as confused as one might have expected. A purple-haired girl stood in a corner, wrapped in a long, green cloak while she quietly people watched. An air of amusement surrounded her, as if the whole situation was for some strange reason funny.

Catching sight of him as he walked out of his room, Chloe nodded once, the edges of a smirk visible at the top of her cloak. She started to walk over slowly. "Another one I see."

[americanclassic]

Well that was... dramatic. Both the cloak and the concealment, but he know a god that flew around with a cape, so... it was really all about perspective. He gave her a short nod, then looked around the rest of the room. "Seems that's the case. Are you new here as well?"

Because assuming was for chumps and it was also just the polite thing to do when you were trapped in a weird science experiment with strangers.

[true_noir]

She loved being needlessly dramatic and just a little bit cloak and dagger-y. Literally. It was always fun to be just a little bit spooky. Cloaks were a good part of it. "I am," she said in a soft, tinny little voice. "And, if the cute little device gave us is any indication, we're all brand new around here. You may call me Chloe, if you wish."

She glanced back to the room that he'd come from and snickered. "Were they as useless to you as they were to me?"

[americanclassic]

May he? Well, good, because otherwise, he'd just call her ma'am, and no one really likes that in this day and age, apparently. He hadn't fully looked over his own device yet, mostly because he was still getting a handle on the smartphones from back in his world. Touchy things. Literally. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, Chloe, but considering the circumstances, I think we could both do without. I'm Steve. And they," he jerked his head back towards the room he'd left, "were about as helpful as you'd expect from abductors. I take it we're all just supposed to... figure this out on our own?"

[true_noir]

She actually chuckled some, shaking her head. "Oh, I have a feeling that we're going to be saying that far too much. I do think that they seem to want us to go out and figure this out on our own, yes. I'm not really in a hurry, though. They have left food, after all."

She smirked. "So, do you think we're allowed to leave this little hospital, or is this an actual abduction?"

[americanclassic]

He thought about that, looking around the room. No security. None that he could see, anyway. It was all so... banal. Like some cozy little hospital room in some cozy little city. "Only one way to find out." Trying to leave. Which he planned on doing, but not until he'd gotten as much information out of here as he could. Who knew what fireworks would go off when he walked through the doors?

[true_noir]

"True," she murmured. "But I'm not in a hurry to test that fact. So I suppose we'll find out soon enough. So, I imagine this is the point where we tell each other where we're from and get to know each other over some food the kidnappers conveniently left for us?" She was still smirking, starting to walk toward the table and pick up a peach.

[americanclassic]

"Something like that. We've got the names out of the way already. Guess we're a step ahead." Not that he was entirely thrilled with that thought. A step ahead of what, exactly? What was the point in bringing them here?

[true_noir]

"Perhaps." She stared out towards the others milling about, sharing just about as much as he was already. There was a reedy little chuckle and she glanced back at him, winking. "This isn't going to get any less awkward, sorry to say. No matter what they do to us."

[americanclassic]

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. Funny thing about taking strangers and lumping them together like this. They often find they can come together over a common enemy." That would be their abductors in this case.

[misanthropicmezzode]

"There's not much in there," Kim said, watching Steven look over the pamphlets. "It's probably good stuff if you're here on vacation, not if you've been dimension-napped."

"Apparently there's some really cool caves in the desert."

[americanclassic]

"... Dimension-napped?" Great. Now he was thinking they were on another realm. What had Thor said? There were nine of them? This didn't exactly look like anything he could see the Asgardian or his little warriors being apart of. He was pretty sure that they kept tabs on people skipping around the realms. Heck, he wasn't even sure how they could travel without the blaster thing that left runic scars on the ground or the tesseract. But the girl was still talking and he made a note to mull over it later. "Caves? Um.. right."

Caves were cool? God, how long had he been asleep this time?

'his little warriors'

[misanthropicmezzode]

"Yeah. So odd, question, maybe. You're not waking up after spending an indeterminate amount of time on some other island or wasteland or I don't know, cloud? where circumstances or omnipotent forces or something is compelling you to have sex, are you?"

>> Shh.

[americanclassic]

"... Excuse me?" That would be a no. A big, giant, hell no. Meet virgin Steve. He's 6'0 of muscled inexperience. Maybe with a little pink to his cheeks as he looks sideways at her.

[misanthropicmezzode]

"So that's a.... no?" Kim tried to study his face but like was that just indignation or was it indignation and something else. Faces were hard, work with her here, Steve.

[americanclassic]

"How about we go with that, yeah." Because wow. Who... what the heck kind of question was that to ask someone you just met. Were there sex caves around here? God, he had to get home. Far, far away from the sex caves.

[misanthropicmezzode]

"Oh, okay. I was just wondering cuz there are a few other people, myself included who are dimension-knapped twice removed, with a pit stop in weirdo land, and I'm just trying to... take a census, I guess?"

Science was the best way for Kim to put aside her social anxieties. It wasn't totally 100% effective as now that the matter was settled she was suddenly becoming aware that she just asked a stranger if he spent any time in a sex dimension, and well..

"So, now that that's settled I'll just be... off."

[americanclassic]

"Right..." Okay, now this place was sounding worse by the minute. Or maybe it was the present company. If they'd been doing experiments on people, maybe she'd been part of them for a while. He gave her a sort of awkward smile, not really sure how to react to that sort of news. "You know where you're going?"

[misanthropicmezzode]

"Yes, duh. Why would I walk somewhere where I don't know where I'm going?" She stood, looking down the hall, having no idea where it went.

"Why, where do you think I'm going?"

Wow, icon. That's not the one I chose. >|

[americanclassic]

"I'm not exactly a tour guide, but I think that way goes back to the rooms we came from. And since I didn't see a window or a fire exit..." He was being courteous and trying not to grin, but he lifted a hand and pointed down another way. "I think that's closer to freedom, if that's what you're looking for."

[secondpotter]

The fog was beginning to clear and Al had a chance to really get a good look of the others in the room. One man stood out in particular for reasons that were painfully obvious. He was probably the most attractive person in the room. Al had never seen anyone who was physically perfect before. Did he take some sort of muscle potion that went haywire? If so - it looked good on him and Al was not too embarrassed to admit that.

The man made eye contact (Merlin, such blue eyes!) and Al couldn't stop himself from approaching him, giving him his winning Potter smile. "Hello," he said. "Strange place for a gathering. I can honestly say this is my first mixer in the lobby of a hospital. My name is Albus Severus."

[americanclassic]

He looked at the young man, wondering if the guy was still in school or not, then nodded in acknowledgement when he came over. There was a friendly smile because hey, Steve was just a friendly kind of guy -- until he didn't have to be. He held his hand out in greeting, both brows rising at the name. "Well, that's a bit of a mouthful. Can't say I've heard that before. I'm Steve. Steve Rogers." It was anyone's guess if this young man came from the same place he did. The recognition or lack thereof would clear that up. "Ah, mixer?" Sorry. Not a term he knew yet, Albus.

[secondpotter]

Albus took Steve's hand and shook it. By his accent he could tell he was American and the fact that he had never heard of either of Al's names meant he was most likely a muggle. Best to avoid revealing he was named after two rather famous wizard with a third equally famous last name.

"It's a tongue-twister that you can thank my Dad for. I usually just go by Al. Nice to meet you, Steve."

The confusion over the word 'mixer' made Steve more attractive. He had this funny way of turning his head when he didn't understand. Al had to keep from laughing nervously. There were more important things to worry about then cute guys.

"A party," Albus explained gesturing to those around them. "Everyone seems far too calm, especially considering we're meeting in a hospital. A hospital with vacation pamphlets I might add. Something doesn't seem right, that's all."

[americanclassic]

"Al. Definitely less of a twister." He gave the guy a smile, nodding along as he explained the term Steve was vague on. He was picking it up for the most part, learning the modern way of speaking, but there were still things he just hadn't heard of yet, or thought of as a euphemism. Don't mention fondue...

"I'll take calm over panicking. Panic gets people hurt. Not that I'll argue it's not still wrong, but this makes it a little easier to figure things out in before something happens and the panic kicks in. It all just feels a little surreal."