intro log

[ceoqueen]

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.


ooc notes
You’re free to expand past the landing area, but please start all threads here. Please remember that your character will not have housing until Aria makes a post granting it; it’ll be on outsiders and linked here when it goes up.

Comments

[fifty]

[America is drawn almost immediately to the outfit--he's seen it in comics and movies enough to recognize it, not to mention the stars and stripes were kind of a comforting familiarity for him, being dropped in the middle of a space station or something.

It doesn't occur to him that the man wearing the outfit might be anything other than a fan, which explains the first thing out of his mouth:] Hey, that costume's super accurate. It even looks like it's gotten used in fights!

[starspangledspandex]

[Oh he knows that look, Coulson had given him a fair share of looks like that since he'd been thawed out. It always makes him feel a little awkward; he isn't anyone special. He's just Steve.]

It's not a reproduction. [He tells him. Might as well come out with it, sort of. He offers a hand.] Captain Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.

[fifty]

[America blinks--Captain America is a comic book character, not the real deal, but as he shakes the other man's hand the guy definitely looks like Cap.] You're--really? I mean, Captain America's a comic book character and stuff, not-- [America really wants it to be true, though.] Um, I'm America. Nice to meet you?

[starspangledspandex]

[His handshake is firm and steady, with a small smile to match.]

I heard they still made the comics. It's hard to believe.

[Steve looks a little amused but he knows how it feels to carry that name around too. But to him, that's all it is, just a name.]

Sounds like your parents were pretty patriotic.

[fifty]

So, like--there's a real Captain America and no one told me? [America, predisposed to believing his people and also really wanting to believe he was really talking to the Steve Rogers, jumped to the only other possible explanation.] I'm America, like the actual country America--so someone definitely should've told me!

[starspangledspandex]

Yeah, there sure is.

[There's a small, slightly embarrassed smile on his face. Steve really isn't in this for any of the recognition but he recognizes that he's a symbol anyway. There's a fine line between pimping himself out and doing his duty.

Steve kind of stares for a moment. What? Forgive his skepticism. He's mostly confused though; he wants to understand what you mean by that because the alternative is just weird.]

No offense, but you don't look much like a country. Aren't they places? Not people?

[fifty]

They're both! [Even America realizes that sort of explanation doesn't actually explain anything, though, so he continues:] Every country has someone like me. Even some places that aren't countries, too, I guess. I dunno how it works, but I've been America even before America was America!

[That's not exactly the best explanation, but America looks satisfied with it nonetheless.]

[starspangledspandex]

[Steve is really trying hard not to judge here. His own story is pretty ridiculous. It's a little far-fetched but okay, he'll roll with it. Gotta have an open mind about this sort of thing.

Now, should he fret because this is who he represents? Probably, he straightens up a little bit.]

Really? Huh, never heard of anything like that going on. Sorry for being skeptical. Space travel is a little new to me.

[fifty]

[America grinned wide.] Hey, don't worry about it, I didn't know you were real either, right?

[At the reminder of the whole space travel thing, America looks around again.] This kind've space travel is new to me. I mean there's NASA and stuff, but last I knew I was just getting into a car.

[starspangledspandex]

[He smiles in return and nods.]

I guess you're right.

[Steve joins in the scrutinizing of their surroundings.]

I was getting in a jet. One that was staying on Earth. My team was headed to New York.