July Catch All

[unclesam]

CHARACTERS: Sam Wilson & You (Open + Closed Starters)
LOCATION: All Aboard the Ximilia
DATE: Post Fox and the Hare
CONTENT: Catch-all prompts for post mission feelings
WARNINGS: Will be added to Top Levels

Closed/Open Prompts in the comments:

✪ [OPEN] Simulation Room
✪ [OPEN] Infirmary
✪ [OPEN] Lab/Tech Storage
✪ [OPEN] Training Room
✪ [CLOSED] Natasha

If you want to wildcard anything or want a closed starter, too, feel free to hit me up via PM, Discord: inkcharm#4573 or Plurk: inkcharm

Comments

[malta]

Ah, thank you my friend, I love you too.

[ joe is looking for... well, honestly, he's forgotten by now because he was too busy just looking around the lab and had distracted himself from his intended task of retrieving something. the madrasahs when he was young focused on "rational sciences" like, astronomy, astrology, geography, alchemy, philosophy, mathematics, and occultism, any further scientific studies were done in the royal courts. yusuf has never been all that scientific minded anyway, he prefered maths and art. the lab is delightfully newfangled to him, even if he wasn't the oldest man on earth.

he looks up from peering at a case full of colourful chemicals, sparkling in the light, and offers the man he just confessed his love to a smile. he recognizes sam, though he doesn't think they've met yet, perhaps only pre-coffee nods in the kitchen when joe is no more cognisant than a sleepwalker. ]

You sound like my husband trying to give a stray cat a bath.

[unclesam]

[ It's a weird reality of life on the Ximilia - the fact that you are constantly surrounded by nearly 60 other crew, and you get close to some of them while only meeting others informally over amicable nods while getting coffee or passing each other in the hallways.

Nevertheless, who is Sam to rebuke a love confession? ]

Speaking of, you gonna bring him to our next date, love? High time we made introductions.

[ Never let it be sad that Sam Wilson passes up an opportunity for some casual flirtation and stupid jokes. ]

And I mean.. [ He gestures at the tech spread out on the work station in front of him. ] ... Redwing basically is a stray cat in need of a bath. Which is ironic for a bird.

[malta]

[ joe chuckles, warm and bright. ] We can have a dinner party.

[ he moves away from the chemical cabinet, leaving behind the array of rainbow liquids to step closer to sam's workspace. he can't really tell what redwing is, a bird, but a metal one? a stymphalian bird, maybe. ]

What kind of bird is Redwing?

[unclesam]

[ It's a vibe Sam appreciates, the casual messing around and borderline flirtation without any intent behind it. ]

Combat and recon drone, actually. But don't tell him he ain't a real bird. You'll hurt his non-existent feelings. And mine.

[ Mostly Sam's. The way he talks about Redwing and to Redwing, you'd be forgiven for thinking that's a sentient machine. ]

[malta]

Hm, hm, so he's a cardinal. [ red... wing... LOOK. this is a fair assumption, but joe peers curiously at the colours of the parts, trying to puzzle it out together in his mind to imagine what it really looks like when it's whole. ]

Or, hm, maybe a kestrel, a little falcon.

[unclesam]

[ That earns a warm chuckle. ]

Well, Falcon used to be my callsign. Was when I got this sweet little bird for my gear.

[ He runs his fingers over the chassis with some obvious affection. The original Redwing sits back in Sam's bedroom. No longer functional - Bucky had asked for Viveca's help in getting the broken pieces of the drone, but they weren't able to repair it to full functionality. Not that Sam minds. The attachment is more sentimental there. Redwing 2.0 is more than enough on battlefields. ]

Here, lemme close him up to show you what he looks like in all his glory.

[malta]

You're a pilot?

[ joe sits down near sam, but like any human being sitting in a chair they assumed to be stationary and turns out to be mobile, spins away a couple feet with a startled noise. hey, no, how did he get over here??? he grabs the lab table and wheels himself back with awkward little tip toes.

nothing harmed but his dignity, he acts like nothing happened. ]