[open] How long will I slide?

[livingsymbol]

who: Steve Rogers (616) and anyone!
what: Hopping rooftops and attempting relaxation. How does Steve "fun"?
when: June 12th-17th
where: Around Riverview in various places.
warnings: None



i. parkour like you mean it

[ Steve has made his own routine since coming to Riverview, and part of his exercise regimen is taking a run around the city near the housing building. He just happens to do it by taking the high road. If anyone happens to look up (or be on the rooftop of a building enjoying the sights) they could catch sight of the man running at full speed, using the balconies and awnings to create a path all his own. If they make eye contact, Steve will even wave!

They might also happen to see him fall. With the flying beasts still here and there and Steve certainly not about to let that deter him, he inevitably gets knocked off of a ledge as he's fending them off. Falling seems to be a constant in his life. ]

ii. Prijata time

[ Steve has given out some gifts to his friends, and if you happen to be one of them, he has handed those out in person whenever he can. He'll be tracking people down in order to check up with them as well, since that's his way of celebrating friendship on the weird moon.

For people that he doesn't know well, he's still going to do what he can to share some Prijata spirit. He's offering to do sketches for people of things and friends they miss from home, as well as some group shots of new friends they have met in the city. This is more practice he's gotten in art for a long time now, and he seems happy to get back to it. If he notices someone standing off by themselves, he goes up to them with a small bag of local candy or fried snack from a nearby vendor that he's gotten attached to. Making friends is a celebration he can get behind. ]

Are you hungry? I think I got too much.

iii. Hanging with friends

[ When he isn't playing building platformer, Steve goes jogging on the normal streets. He likes company, so if people have expressed interest in the past, he invites them to join him. He might wake the late sleepers up if he knows they are planning on an early morning jog with him, or he'll wave at other people out when he's taking his laps and head toward them.

Later in the day, he's training. Either at one of the gyms or in the park, enjoying the sunlight. If anyone around is up for sparring or a friendly competition, Steve will happily take them on. Even on their terms, because he likes learning new things. When he's actually taking a break, he finds people who are doing their own outdoor activities and having fun so he can watch them, maybe learn something about a new sport?

Or, if he's lucky, someone can show him a better way to get around besides running everywhere. The city is big. ]

Comments

i. because it is hilarious

[amelioraate]

[ when Tony snaps himself out of his tech induced trances (or inventing ones for that matter, the whole thing with making cool phones for Angela is rather fun for him), he actually does what he can to go out into the city and take a look around. for having been here for nearly three months, Tony still doesn't have as much of a firm gasp on the layout as he would like. so, more often than not, Tony ventures out early morning to buy more coffee, sample the pastries from different places (none of them were as good as the ones he first got, from the place he only discovered because of the festival),and on more than one occasion comes home with a bag of said goods.

today is one of those days.

it is still rather early for most, not that Tony is one to pay much attention to things like time, and he is coming back from buying more coffee and has with him a large bg of sweet (and savory) pastries that he plans on sharing with those on his floor, when he catching movement out of the corner of his eye.

very familiar movement.

the laugh that sputters from his lips when he realizes that Steve is parkouring his way across the housing complex. because clearly walking places (or regular workout routines) were too plebeian for him. Tony has his mouth open to call a hello when he notices the flying beasts. right in Steve's path.

honestly, nothing to really worry about, but Tony is setting his bag of pastries down, and pressing the button on his phone to summon the armour, just in case.

and it is a good thing, because between him setting the bag down and running over to where Steve is, the blond manages to lose the battle against gravity and fall from the ledge. Tony wants to catch him, but he also knows enough about physics that trying to do that without the suit would probably just end in more damage to him and that isn't a great idea and--

Tony moves to try and break Steve's fall anyway, irrational move or not. ]

freeeee freefalling

[livingsymbol]

[ Steve is hit hard in the side by one of the flying creatures and with his precarious stance on the roof he's over the edge before he can react. On the way down, he hits the side of the building, attempting to grab onto a brick and unable to keep his grip. The blond tumbles down, rolling in the air and making a second grab at a lantern pole that happens to be sticking out next to someone's window. It snaps after barely offering any resistance and Steve plummets on, catching the edge of someone's balcony next as he heads toward the ground.

This time he manages to get the fingers of one hand on the end of the outcropped ledge, hanging by his left arm for a full second before his hold slips and he drops the rest of the way right on top of Tony, who is unfortunately below him by that time. The impact is heavy, even with the way he managed to reorient himself mid-fall and the effort he made to slow his descent, and Steve grunts as they both get knocked down, where he finally rolls off to the side and reaches a stop.

When Steve catches his breath, he staggers back to his feet and realizes who it was he hit in his fall. ]

Tony? Tony, are you okay?

oh my god /cackles

[amelioraate]

[ just because Tony knew that it was a horrible idea that was probably going to hurt a lot, didn't mean that he was fully prepared for getting hit with the full weight of one Steve Rogers as he fell off a roof.

well, bounced off a roof? Tony is making internal comments about how damn bouncy the super soldier seems to be as he bounces off of different balconies and the like before he manages to hit the ground, but he is still too worried to really laugh.

not that he has a reason to be worried and he knows that, hell, Steve has fallen farther and faster before. but that doesn't seem to matter much to Tony.

the impact is-- well it is as much as Tony expected, honestly. Steve is fucking heavy, and even with him breaking his fall as much as he was as he was on his way down, the impact still lays Tony flat. and, by the twinging sensation in his ribcage, enough force to at least crack a rib.

when Steve rolls off him, Tony wheezes a little and lays there.]

I'm fine, shit Steve. You sure you aren't the one who has been thieving my pastries there? [ he smirks a little, looking up at the blond, making sure that he is also fine. ] Did you mean to do that little dance with Mistress Gravity there, or did the flying things surprise you?

[ ii ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki gives him a leery eye before relaxing minutely. He does not know if he likes or trusts Steve or . . . anything. His feelings on the matter are far more complicated than he would like them to be. But his time in Asgard, his stolen victory has mellowed out some of his more dramatic moodswings.

( or hollowed him out. Loki could never tell )

Either way, he waves it away. ]

It's fine. I don't eat as much as others.

[livingsymbol]

[ Whatever tentative understanding lies between them isn't friendly by any means, but having Loki give him that wary look actually gets a little amusement out of him. He likes knowing that he puts the god on edge. It gives him an idea of where the line is, and Steve is a man that likes clear goals.

That tells him exactly where to aim.

He takes a step closer, holding up the bag of snacks like he's not sure how Loki could decline the offer, taking one piece of fried dough out curiously and biting into it to test it. [

You sure? You look hungry.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Now his gaze is more deadpan. ]

I always look hungry. The after-effects of falling through time and space tends to have that effect on someone.

[ Still, since they're playing, Loki's lips twitch and his magic reaches out to make Steve's food disappear as Steve puts it in his mouth. ]

ii

[worldsaway]

[Thor is having the time of his life during Prijata. In contrast to the first festival Thor attended, which he did not ease into so well. Although he misses home, he cannot fault the generosity of the people here.

He's helping himself to a bit of everything, interested in the foods of other cultures and curious to see if anything will top the meals he had in Midgard. They aren't as grand as an Asgardian feast, but he's enjoying the new flavours and textures for the most part.

Some not so much.

Whatever he served himself a helping off has proven to be unsatisfactory for him. When he turns to look at Steve, his face is scrunched up in disgust and he's abandoning the bowl on a nearby table in favour of the candy Steve is offering him.]

I will be glad to unburden you. [He doesn't hesitate to pry open the bag and pop one into his mouth.]

[livingsymbol]

[The look of complete disgust does bring a smile to Steve's face. He has to fight make the grin at how disappointed the god looks at whatever he was testing before Steve came over to offer him sweets. It does make him curious and he leans over to look in the bowl Thor left on the table when he takes the candy bag.]

What do you have there?

[How bad could it possibly be? Certainly not as good as the sweets Steve found, but the way Thor reacted makes Steve want to try it.]

[worldsaway]

[The bowl is definitely not full of Earthly cuisine, it's alien in appearance and scent. The contents looks like a grey-ish soup, but pulling the spoon from it takes considerable effort.

It's kind of like fish-scented glue.]

I thought it was soup. [He says with a shrug.] It was presented to me most eagerly. I had thought it generous, but perhaps they were liberating themselves of it.

[He puts another candy in his mouth, watching Steve look into the bowl.] Try it.

[aeturnus]

i.
[ That's a guy falling. Huh. How about that.

Cain's really just minding his own business nearby, futzing with a laptop and taking in the atmosphere (only slightly tense now that the bird creatures are fewer in number and people just get used to things way too quickly, it seems) when he notices something in his peripherals. Looking up, he catches someone darting across a rooftop and then darting off one. Well, he was pushed, really, and ain't that something.

There's not a lot he can actually do? He's a quick thinker but he just has a laptop and a good seat for the show. Maybe he should work on some kind of utility belt but that's really pushing it. So instead of being useful, he walks over to the eventual touchdown area, computer under his arm, and checks on him. He knows this guy, turns out, and there's some actual concern now. ]

You still alive?

[livingsymbol]

[ When Cain approaches, Steve is still lying on the ground where he landed. He's got some bruises and scrapes already forming from sliding against the building during his fall, but he's managed to at least slow down and land with enough skill or luck that he hasn't badly injured himself. He's just lying still, catching his breath, and he rolls over to look up at Cain from the flat of his back when the man asks if he's alive. His blue eyes are bright with pain, but alert, and he gives Cain a wry look as he pushes himself up. ]

Didn't see that one coming.

[ Because it's no big deal, right? Men falling from the sky is totally a weekly event. ]

[aeturnus]

[ Totally not a big deal. Cain hasn't seen it much yet but he'll take it as normal when considering the Riverview Quarantine as a whole. Sure. It's pretty normal then.

At least Cain offers a hand to help Steve up. It's only polite. ]

You didn't? They were right there. You do that often?

( i )

[mannerism]

[ most of her evenings are busy but this one is rather simple. Peggy finishes her day of boot camp for the Guard with a pleasant ache in her muscles and makes her way home holding onto a cup of tea ( with a cup holder! brilliant! ) and a bag of some fruit and sandwiches.

she thinks about a warm shower and a light dinner and it's all pleasant and quiet and then, and then he falls.

just a few feet ahead of her. to add insult to injury, he actually startles her.

when he looks up, there's Peggy Carter, in a simple blouse thrown over what must be a training bra and slacks, hands on her hips. ]

Is this your way of saying 'good evening'?

[livingsymbol]

[ The trip down is messy. Steve uses whatever he could to slow his descent and when he finally drops to the pavement a little way ahead of Peggy, he's managed to bend several stories of metal railings before hitting the ground. He lies there for a moment as she stands over him, blinking up at her as he pulls himself together. Then he gets to his feet, doing his best to dust himself off even though it doesn't help cover up the mess he's made of himself already. Steve tries standing up straighter, because that will surely help his case. ]

Good evening.

[mannerism]

[ she is dangerously close to smiling at this introduction of sass as a response to her question. it feels terribly appropriate in an odd sense that she bites her lip to keep her laughter confined. ]

Thrillingly polite.

[ she looks up at the roof he just fell from. ]

Nightly walks on rooftops?

i

[metalmenace]

[So here's one Victor von Doom, minding his own business and taking a nice little peaceful stroll when out of the corner of his eye, he spots Steve doing his parkour thing. No big deal, nothing Doom needs to bother himself with, just keep walking. Doom does not need to spend time being friendly with every hero.

Fate, of course, has other plans and whoops, there goes one Captain America and now Doom has to actually do something. He doesn't go swooping in to save him, oh no. Instead he snaps his fingers and summons something to catch his fall. Like a large landing mat. Good deed done, he starts to turn away before stopping. Right, he's a hero now. Time to walk over and see if he's okay.]

I hope you're aware that there's these things called sidewalks and streets you can use to traverse around this place.

[livingsymbol]

[Steve does try to catch himself on the way down. He tries several times in fact, leaving a trail of broken poles and bent balcony railings in his wake as he tumbles down from the roof. As he falls, he turns to right himself like a cat, twisting around in an effort to keep from falling on his head. But he's not expecting the soft landing mat to appear under him. He still manages to land properly on it, only because his reflexes are sharp enough for the change. When Doom strolls over, Steve doesn't know whether he really means well or just wanted to gloat.]

Sometimes I don't have time to take the long way around. And I want to be familiar with all sides of the city.

[He climbs off of the mat to face his rescuer, still trying to get a read on Doom's expression.]

You caught me.

[There might be a question buried somewhere in those words.]

[metalmenace]

It might be a good idea for you to get some sort of back up to catch you if you lose your grip.

[Despite having worn a mask for all those years, Doom has an amazing poker face. He's giving nothing away.]

I did. Do you have a problem with that?

iii

[inebriety]

[Tony wanted nothing more than to get drink until he couldn't remember anything, but knowing that some of the people he had lost were still here in some form stopped him from doing so. He wanted to see them so he knew at least these people were safe. It wouldn't bring anyone back and would only hurt more in the long run, but he wanted to be able to pretend that everything was alright.

Steve was easy to locate. Super soldier or not, he was the kind of person to spend most of his time training. Tony doesn't approach him in the park, merely watches him from a distance, occasionally rubbing at his red-rimmed eyes. Steve's fluid movements seems to remain the same no matter the universe so this way it almost feels like he's watching an Ultimates training session that he's excused himself from.]

[livingsymbol]

[ Steve finds peace in the routine. It's not quite enough to settle him completely, but it helps to have something to focus on and exercise is his go-to for focus. He's shadow-boxing when he notices Tony watching him out of the corner of his eye. After continuing for another minute, Steve drops his stance and walks across the distance to where Tony is spectating. He's more concerned about this Tony than his own, because even Steve thinks the man could use some extra support. ]

You don't have to stand way out here.

[ It's almost like Tony doesn't want to approach him and that for some reason bothers him. ]

How are you feeling?

I

[pixieboots]

[ Robin spots him from across the alley, moving a half story higher than he is. Moving dangerously, if that wayward pteradactyl has its way. Surely he has to know that though, if he'd made it all the way up there on his own.

Still- ]

Hey, Mister-!

[ He calls out a second too late, and the man is toppling before his eyes. Dick lunges for him, heart in his throat, tossing out his line in a last ditch effort to snag a foot. An arm. He's a big guy, but then Dick's pulled Batman out of a dead freefall before. He hopes, hopes it's enough. ]

[livingsymbol]

[ Steve doesn't see the winged creature lunge from above. It manages to come in from a blind spot, and by the time he notices it, he's already being flung from the roof. He drops, trying to orient himself on his way down, grabbing for the side of the building as window ledges and balconies fly past only to miss. And then a cord wraps around his outstretched arm, pulling tight and jerking against his momentum so he swings, wincing from the sudden force pulling his shoulder, but at least he doesn't plummet to the ground. Steve grits his teeth as the line holds and follows it up with his gaze to see a young man holding the other end. ]

What? Hold on!

[ He doesn't want to drag the other person off the roof with him. ]

(iii)

[signifies]

[ When Steve is spending his afternoon at the gym, Clark joins him. He's wearing dark blue workout clothes. There's no S patch; he wrestled with himself about that. There's nothing to hide, but keeping the secret is all he knows.

If he takes steps forward, he should start as soon as possible and keep going.

He waves to Steve from the door, having brought something homemade along in his bag for him to try, after. It'll stay warm how he's packed it. ]

Hey. How're you doing?

[livingsymbol]

[ The gym is one of the places Steve really feels at home in. He likes the workout and the simplicity of routine. It's a chance for him to get away from his own personal doubts. The ones he's supposed to pretend don't exist (because legends shouldn't have doubts). When he catches sight of Kal waving at him, he smiles, expression brightening at the company. This is his comfort zone where he's happy to have people. ]

Come on in. [ Is he lonely? He can't really admit to that either. ]

Pretty good. Trying to keep busy, but I'm starting to think I need to mix things up. I feel like I'm losing track of time. What about you? Do you go to the gym a lot, or is this more out of curiosity?

BUT NOT SO MUCH AT STEVE!!! shhh shhh.

[livingsymbol]

What?

[ Wow, Tony, that's both troubling to hear and also enough to make Steve bristle. He sympathizes with the pain and scowls at the anger. Still taking in the emotions, Steve feels Tony push against him and stays put. ]

Is that why you avoid me?