pglogs | NEW COMERS POST 1

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Believe me, I'm not a fan of the mass kidnapping either. Or anything that involves people having their free choice taken away in some way. Or being someone's pawn." In this case, the lack of free choice to come here is on her list of offenses whoever runs this place has committed so far, in addition to the creepy experimentation vibe going on. "Bad experiences with witches back where I'm from." That's the summary of it, even if she doesn't go into full detail. Having her life linked to a witch's life wasn't fun, especially when she was being used as leverage, a pawn.

"Hopefully someone will find a way to get out of here."

"I'm sorry, but did you say 'witches'?" The name had him thinking of two things; the creepy green faces that had been standard for witches back when he'd been a kid, and the crystal-wearing 'modern' witches, no, wiccans that seemed to be the new standard -- all seeming to enjoy running around naked at night under full moons. Bit weird if you asked him, but fortunately, no one had.

"No reason we can't do that ourselves."

"I did." She confirms. "Of the magic using variety. New Orleans as I know it is an..." She pauses for a moment, trailing off slightly. "--uh, interesting city. Supernatural drama is worse than high school drama." She makes a face at that. Not that the two never mixed in her New Orleans, as some of the supernatural beings she knows -- the werewolves, the vampires, too -- are still teenagers in high school. Not her though, at least. "You don't have them where you're from?" Witches, she means, not high schools.

"True." She nods "I haven't been lucky enough to spot anything that looks like an exit of this world in this building." Though she's also keeping her other senses open. It's true that any potential exits might not be in this building, but since everyone seems to have arrived in here, it's the first logical assumption she made.

"Ah, no. No... witches." Or anything else, as far as he was aware. Thor didn't count, since the guy came from another realm. And Banner was... unique. But certainly not a witch, for all that he was green sometimes. "Never been to New Orleans." Not before the war and during it, well, he'd been busy. Then he'd been frozen. And funnily enough, no one was attacking the French Quarter when HYDRA tried to take over the world, so...

Right. An exit out of this world. Just there. Labeled. 'Open Door to Go Home'. That'd be too easy. "Maybe there'll have to be a bit of exploring. You looked at the map yet?"

"Then I'm sure your New Orleans is a lot more fun than mine." If only because of the lack of supernatural threats. That counts a lot for her, actually. "Which means I'd definitely recommend going if you ever get back. Even in mine, the food's awesome and the celebrations are lively." Hopefully that much is the same across all versions of the city. It'd be a shame if it weren't.

"I've glanced at it, yeah -- but if you're saying you're up for some exploring of the outside a-s-a-p, count me in."

"I've heard that about it." Numerous times. Bucky had wanted to go down almost since he'd first heard about it as a teenager. Then the war had come up and... well.

He gave her a sideways glance, not wanting to seem insulting, but gauging women in the more modern age was so much harder than 'his' time. "You have any, ah, experience with recon and exploring?"

"Lots." She starts simply. "I left home at thirteen." Actually, she got kicked out. Because she transformed into a werewolf in her adoptive parents living room and wrecked it. That was the day she -- and they -- discovered she wasn't actually human. "I have those skills down pretty well, after spending nearly a decade out on my own." Using skills like exploring and recon were how she survived. Though some time of that was spent in a lot of parks and other areas with other wolf packs she came across on her journey to find her biological family, but she never stayed with one pack too long. So, while some of that time, she wasn't 'alone', she never felt like she truly belonged in any of the packs she did hang out with for a short while. "I've also developed good senses." While common sense can be included in that, she's speaking more of her five senses which are heightened, especially sight, smell, sound.

"That's... a pretty young age to be out on your own." There was a frown now, Steve wondering what kind of world this one had come from that just let teenage girls stroll around on their own. Not that she was thirteen now, or looked it, but there was that bristling of a protective alpha male, subtle, but there. "I suppose having to live on your own would help with that."

"Yeaaaah ... that one's not without a longer story either." One she'll likely save for later. It's one thing to mention she's just from a place with witches, kind of another to mention the fact she's a werewolf -- no, a werewolf-vampire hybrid. She, however, returns the question to him: "How about you and exploring?"

"Part of my job, ma'am. I'm a soldier." Still was, even after a long sleep. He'd jumped right back in with both feet, knowing that sitting on the sidelines just wasn't anything he could do. He'd been given a gift, a purpose, and not living up to that just wasn't something he was capable of doing. Until he wasn't capable of it, Steve would put himself between the innocent and those trying to harm them. It was just in his nature.

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