( open ) I knew the waiting had begun

[rightly]

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! ]

Comments

[rightly]

Thought it was Leonard.

[ The jab comes with the flicker of a grin, there and gone. He's almost too tired for jokes, but it also serves to lighten the mood, make it a little less awkward. Not that McCoy's done anything to make him feel uncomfortable, but he doesn't always do well when it comes to meeting new people, so. ]

Oh. I do? [ He frowns slightly, then shrugs. ] Alright, then. I take it he's here too, then? Friend of yours?

[ It's as good a conversation starter as any, and it'll do as he makes his way out of the room in his hospital slippers, sighing in relief as he finally gets to stretch his legs out properly. ]

[legendary_hands]

Heh... wise ass, aren't ya?

[The doctor couldn't fight back that slight quirk of the lips in amusement as he shook his head. Not that he minded. He'd likely be more weirded out if the guy that looked like his boyfriend was anything but a smart ass.]

Captain. Best friend. [He hesitated a moment before he could clarify that, and well... maybe he chickened out on the grounds that this guy looked just like him and there was no need to make things weird right off.] Important to me. And yeah, he's here. I'm sure you'll meet him and you can wise crack at each other like you're practicin' in front of a mirror.

[That didn't make things too weird, right?] What were you doin' fore you were brought here?

[rightly]

[ Steve just looked at the doctor and shrugged, smiling vaguely. He wasn't being a smart ass, it was a perfectly valid observation, thank you very much. ]

Huh. I'm a Captain too. [ Funny coincidence. It made him a little curious, though not enough to ask for more details. ] Well— I don't know about your friend, but I don't spend much of my time practicing my jokes in front of a mirror.

[ Also, he was fairly sure it'd be weird to meet someone who looked just like him, and he'd reached his quota for weird to last him a good while. He wasn't sure he was all that interested in adding more to the pile. ]

Doesn't it say on your handy chart? [ Steve knew for a fact it said there that he had been revived upon arrival, so there was that. He wasn't sure he wanted to go into much more detail. ] I was piloting a plane.

[legendary_hands]

[This time, he can't help but look at Steve in surprise. Too many commonalities. It's actually a bit disturbing. At least if nothing else, this guy seemed to have a lick of sense and wasn't arguing with him about any treatment.]

Never seen him do that, but I wouldn't put it past him to have done it at some point in his life. [Even if he says that, the smile that pulls at his lips is purely affectionate.]

Charts only tell me what your health is like. Doesn't tell me about what you were doin' before hand. [He starts to wave it off before he stops and grimaces.] Planes. [Shuddering slightly he makes a face.] Yeah... well, least you're here now. Not such a bad place to be.

[rightly]

[ Considering he literally just came back from the dead, he thinks it's probably a good idea to listen to the doctors in this place, particularly considering they have access to far more knowledge and technology than the doctors in his own time.

Steve laughs a bit, trying not to overdo it. His side feels a little sore, and he hasn't really walked around much since arriving here. ] Well, not all of us are naturally funny. Some need to practice. It may be the case with your friend.

[ He nods, falling quiet for a while. The doctors who treated him initially knew about the circumstances of his arrival, considering they'd been involved in reviving him, but he figures that not all doctors here know about it. For a moment, he debates on whether or not to say anything, but eventually speaks up. ] It's not, no. Especially when I had just blown myself up, I'll gladly take this over the alternative.

[legendary_hands]

Jim is an endless spring of charisma and charm. But I don't find him all that funny most of the time. So you're probably right. [If anything, because Jim drags him into the most ridiculous types of trouble and tends to find all the humor in the universe over it. Leonard just hopes that the both of them will come out alive.

And that Jim's 'funny' comments didn't land him with a broken nose. Or ribs. Or whatever the case may be again. Luckily for him, he didn't seem as interested in being like that in recent years. Thank God.]

Do what? [The words put a wide eyed look of horror on the doctor's face and he wanted to declare right then and there that this was exactly why he hates flying. But he's a doctor first, so he pushes that reaction aside and scowls instead.] Damn planes. [Letting out a low sigh, he presses his lips together in a thin line and looks straight ahead. Steve was stuck here then. Cause there was no going back to that.] If you need anything to get settled in here, let me know. I'll be happy to help.

[rightly]

Strange friends you've got. [ He chuckles, although really, he gets it. He understands caring for someone who is entirely reckless, and sometimes finds excitement and entertainment in dangerous things.

Although in all honesty, Steve can be a little bit like that at times, too. ]

Wasn't the plane's fault. The problem was the load. [ He presses his lips thinly, walking slowly down the hallway as he glances tentatively at the doctor. ] Bombs— gas bombs. On a timer, so just leaving the plane there wouldn't have been an option.

[ He's not sure how he feels about this place just yet, but considering the alternative, he likely won't resist much. Even if it'll likely take some time and patience for him to get settled in. ]

Thank you. I'll keep your offer in mind.