It's a party, ya'll

[athiefalways]

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!


[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

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[Steve might still be irritated by the fact he can't get a clear idea of what has happened back in their home world, but he's starting to at least accept that whatever is happening isn't ending the world. If they really needed him to go back, they would have just said so, and as much as he disagrees with the silence, he respects their decisions. Maybe their world doesn't need Steve Rogers.

He isn't sure how he feels about that. On some level, it still feels like he's abandoning something.

But then there are times like this, where people in Quarantine surprise him. He smiles when Remy approaches him with a basketball, offering to play him with a cocky look that feels just like home. For a moment, Steve feels that longing so intensely he goes silent in surprise. Then he grins, with a light of challenge in his eyes, and nods.]

You sure you're up for that? I don't want to embarrass you at your party.

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[Remy laughed at that. One, he wasn't the guest of honor or anything. He'd just found a reason for a party and made one happen. Two, well, this is Remy we're talking about.

He shakes his head, giving the basketball a spin on a finger as he grins.]

Don' you worry none 'bout dat, Cap. I got a few tricks up my sleeve.

[He dribbled the ball on the hard top a few times, then passing it to Steve.]

You sure you remember de rules, old man?

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[Steve treats the technical ownership of the event like he treats a mission. Remy is the man in charge because he was the one that sent out the invitation, and to Steve that is enough to give him the role of command. Even if there isn't really anything to command, the blond always wants to know who to turn to. Identifying the lead is old habit to him.

He catches the ball with his fingertips and dribbles it, testing it out. He hasn't held a basketball in over a year and the feeling is good. Being able to break away from his routine gives Steve a better sense of being at home in the Quarantine.]

You know, I'm reasonably confident that I can figure things out. At least enough to get the job done. You just put this into that, right?

[It's a joke that will never die. Steve finds that he doesn't really need it to, either. He nods toward the hoop, putting on his innocent face for show.]

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[One day, Remy is going to have Steve trained to understand not everything is like a mission, and not everything needs to be compartmentalized as such. That sometimes, a man had to let himself unwind. Maybe, you know, if he continues to care enough to try.

Grinning, Remy chuckles and nods once.]

Dat's de general idea, Cap. I'll even let ya slide on traveling.