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Captain Steven Rockwell Trevor ([personal profile] rightly) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-08-21 09:42 pm

( open ) I knew the waiting had begun

who: Steve Trevor & YOU!
what: Steve's arrival at the Quarantine.
when: August 20th-30th
where: all around
warnings: none expected
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I ▹ ARRIVAL & RECOVERY ▹ HOSPITAL
[ It's a sudden feeling to him, like being pulled violently by a rope tied around his neck. Steve finds himself gasping for air and choking on the first breath that fills his lungs. Feels like a very first breath too, it hurts and makes his throat and lungs burn, his vision blurring as if confronted by light for the first time too.

It's not heaven, he reckons that much. No sort of afterlife, period. Everything here is far too overwhelming, confusing and painful for this to be supposedly what comes after death, and after he's revived and tended to, put back to sleep again so he can have some rest, only to wake up later on, mostly alone on a bed in a communal room, he soon realizes where he is.

A hospital. He's not a stranger to them, even if everything in here is completely foreign to him. The furniture is strange, the windows and the sight beyond them boggling, the various machinery and wiring too confusing and overwhelming. There's a box by the corner with moving pictures, with the very faint sound of voices and music filtering through, but it's nothing he understands.

Honestly, he doesn't understand anything at all, ranging from what this place is, to how did he even get here. But it's not like he can do much more than just lie and wait for the doctors to let him leave— well, he could leave, but at least for the first few hours, any attempts to even get up aren't very successful, and he ends up stumbling until he's leaning against the bed, finding himself forced to sit back down on it. ]


... crying out loud...


II ▹ EXPLORING ▹ STREETS
[ To say that the city's foreign to him is putting it very mildly. Once he's released from the hospital, and is actually capable of standing on his own two feet, he immediately decides to explore the Quarantine, as if that alone will suffice to learn everything he must about the city.

He's soon proven wrong, of course. Between the cars and bikes driving by too fast, the overload of information at every corner, and the odd fashion choices of almost everyone walking up and down the streets, it's not long until Steve looks like a headless chicken walking about, looking this way and that, stopping every so often and just standing in the middle of the street, staring at a screen playing out some moving picture on a store window, or a woman's skirt that just happens to be a little too short.

It's not particularly difficult to bump into him when he's out and about, and he'll immediately turn to face the person who's just walked into him, lifting up his hands to help just in case they lose their balance. ]


Sorry— sorry, my fault. Are you alright?


III ▹ GETTING LOST ▹ STREETS
[ It's also not too terribly surprising that, after long periods spent roaming the streets and parks outside, Steve finds himself losing his way on more than one occasion. As the days go on, he starts to memorize some paths and is able to place himself a little more easily, but he still realizes he needs some help to find his way back a few times, and although his pride keeps him from reaching out immediately, he eventually accepts defeat.

Approaching anyone who seems at least vaguely friendly, he smiles, tipping his head slightly. ]


Excuse me. I was wondering... could you point me in the direction of the community housing?


IV ▹ WILDCARD ▹ ANYWHERE ELSE
[ Between looking around various places for a job, having to look for shops where he can buy a few new clothes, or simply relaxing or settling in for a quiet night reading at the balcony of the 7th floor, feel free to bump into Steve or cross paths with him just about anywhere! ]
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[personal profile] verflair 2017-09-07 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He cants his head a little, something very feline in the movement, though his expression is one of curiosity. ]

Oh? How so?

[ X’rhun himself has spent the last twenty years traveling, and the mentalities and social niceties of his home word vary widely from place to place. He doesn’t spare a second thought to it in a place like this. ]
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[personal profile] verflair 2017-09-08 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ More a sound of understanding than of judgement. ]

I confess, I've been so preoccupied with trying not to jump out of my skin every time one of those infernal vehicles comes roaring around the corner that such differences did not even occur to me.

It is no small thing to be able to think outside of the social norms of one's home, to find acceptance, even among bafflement. So if nothing else, I commend you for taking it all in stride.
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[personal profile] verflair 2017-09-09 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ the corner of X'rhun's mouth quirks upwards in a small smile. There's something about this man that he instantly likes, though they are little more than strangers at present. ]

Such is the way of the world, unfortunately. Still, it takes a certain kind of man to embrace that truth.

Might I ask what it is you did before arriving here? For a living, I mean.
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[personal profile] verflair 2017-09-09 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A frown flits across his features for the briefest of seconds. He should not be surprised to learn that war is a reality for many, no matter what world they hail from, but to hear it is disheartening all the same.

Best not to dwell on it. ]


Forgive an old man his ignorance, but what is an... "airplane"? We've airships where I come from, which are just as they sound: ships that travel through the sky instead of the water. Are they similar?
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[personal profile] verflair 2017-09-11 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah yes, someone explained that to me before. I believe they’re named “space ships”. Airships seem to be closer to your airplanes in concept, though I’m no expert in magitek by any stretch of the imagination. I couldn’t tell you the specifics of how high or how fast they can go.

[ He gives a little shrug, something apologetic in his expression. He could go on and on about a great many things, but magitek isn’t his realm at all. He knows the basics, he knows how to best fight a suit of magitek armor, or how to sabotage a vehicle if needs must, but that’s where his knowledge stops. ]

There are large passenger ships, meant to ferry others, or smaller personal models though those are somewhat of a rarity. Neither of them are terribly common by any means. Most of the travel in Eorzea is kept to ships of the seafaring sort or by foot or mount.

The chocobos I mentioned? They’re large flightless birds, domesticated and trained to bear riders or pull carts.