Steve's reasons for going to the 'party' are practical: he needs to know what is edible here before his metabolism has him crashing. That doesn't mean that he is happy about it nor does it mean that he trusts any of this food. Still, if anyone could survive a poisoning, it would be him so, gamely, he sets into the buffet spread and takes a little of everything onto his plate.
It looks familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Steve never thought he'd miss the bland protein gel of the Atroma but at least that was confirmed to be just food. He could swallow down as much as he needed to just keep going, disgusting as it was. This was going to take quite a bit of trial and error for him. Just like it would for everyone else.
He stands against one wall poking at the food mostly to see if any of it is alive. Nothing pokes back. Steve figures that this is the best he'll get at proof of safety before eating it, so. Fine. Fine, he'll just dive in.
He grabs one of the red fruits and takes a large bite. It's not awful. Sort of cherry-like if it were a marachino. He finishes one and then goes and gets more to take the edge off his hunger. No pain or death yet. Presumably safe, then. Might as well fill up before he moves on.
Except. Huh...
After five or so, Steve can't help but notice he's feeling a little touch of vertigo. Or, maybe, just a bit dizzy? He steps a bit to get some water and stumbles. And it's then that the impossible seems to be true.
Is he...drunk?
Lost and Alone
He'd just been looking for some source of food. The buffet isn't going to last forever and Steve knew that food and water would be the first things needed. Thankfully, the fountain seemed to be providing enough fresh water but food? That was going to be an issue. But at least now people knew what was edible and what wasn't.
So Steve had gone out, confident that he could handle anything he found. He's still got Bucky's jacket and has made it into a basket to hold some berries. It's not what he'd want to do with it but beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, he'll wash it clean again. Food first, sentimental things later.
But first he'd need to get back to the city. Which was... North? Northwest? Northeast?
Shit.
Steve walks slowly, trying to hear for any hint of the right direction. He should have marked the trees or something. The ground. Anything. Hindsight is 20x20.
Up ahead though, he can hear someone moving. Or something, actually. Steve grabs a large branch from the ground, just in case and holds it at the ready as he moves forward. Who knew what could be in this forest? But he's ready...
Miles to go...
People are scattering around and Steve just can't get over the idea that he's been kidnapped. Again. He's got nothing except Bucky's coat and Millicent, his cat. Never would he have thought he'd miss his spaceship but when he sees the broken-down landscape he desperately does. Along with all of his friends who, once more, could have been pulled from him.
Aliens...
Steve can't help it, though. The hotel is closer so he walks forward and into it. The rooms are decent enough but Steve needs one that has a door, windows, and no animals if Millie is going to be safe. He ends up on the fourth floor, walking around some holes in the floor that he makes a note to fix when he has time. Most of the doors here are still in place. Relieved, Steve realizes that people could have already gotten to these and, gently, moves to the door closest to the stairs.
He knocks, gently but loud enough to be heard. He has no idea if doors lock so this is the best way to check.
Steve Rogers | MCU | DFAU
Steve's reasons for going to the 'party' are practical: he needs to know what is edible here before his metabolism has him crashing. That doesn't mean that he is happy about it nor does it mean that he trusts any of this food. Still, if anyone could survive a poisoning, it would be him so, gamely, he sets into the buffet spread and takes a little of everything onto his plate.
It looks familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Steve never thought he'd miss the bland protein gel of the Atroma but at least that was confirmed to be just food. He could swallow down as much as he needed to just keep going, disgusting as it was. This was going to take quite a bit of trial and error for him. Just like it would for everyone else.
He stands against one wall poking at the food mostly to see if any of it is alive. Nothing pokes back. Steve figures that this is the best he'll get at proof of safety before eating it, so. Fine. Fine, he'll just dive in.
He grabs one of the red fruits and takes a large bite. It's not awful. Sort of cherry-like if it were a marachino. He finishes one and then goes and gets more to take the edge off his hunger. No pain or death yet. Presumably safe, then. Might as well fill up before he moves on.
Except. Huh...
After five or so, Steve can't help but notice he's feeling a little touch of vertigo. Or, maybe, just a bit dizzy? He steps a bit to get some water and stumbles. And it's then that the impossible seems to be true.
Is he...drunk?
Lost and Alone
He'd just been looking for some source of food. The buffet isn't going to last forever and Steve knew that food and water would be the first things needed. Thankfully, the fountain seemed to be providing enough fresh water but food? That was going to be an issue. But at least now people knew what was edible and what wasn't.
So Steve had gone out, confident that he could handle anything he found. He's still got Bucky's jacket and has made it into a basket to hold some berries. It's not what he'd want to do with it but beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, he'll wash it clean again. Food first, sentimental things later.
But first he'd need to get back to the city. Which was... North? Northwest? Northeast?
Shit.
Steve walks slowly, trying to hear for any hint of the right direction. He should have marked the trees or something. The ground. Anything. Hindsight is 20x20.
Up ahead though, he can hear someone moving. Or something, actually. Steve grabs a large branch from the ground, just in case and holds it at the ready as he moves forward. Who knew what could be in this forest? But he's ready...
Miles to go...
People are scattering around and Steve just can't get over the idea that he's been kidnapped. Again. He's got nothing except Bucky's coat and Millicent, his cat. Never would he have thought he'd miss his spaceship but when he sees the broken-down landscape he desperately does. Along with all of his friends who, once more, could have been pulled from him.
Aliens...
Steve can't help it, though. The hotel is closer so he walks forward and into it. The rooms are decent enough but Steve needs one that has a door, windows, and no animals if Millie is going to be safe. He ends up on the fourth floor, walking around some holes in the floor that he makes a note to fix when he has time. Most of the doors here are still in place. Relieved, Steve realizes that people could have already gotten to these and, gently, moves to the door closest to the stairs.
He knocks, gently but loud enough to be heard. He has no idea if doors lock so this is the best way to check.
"Hello? Is someone in here?"