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Entry tags:
- abigail hobbs; the hanged man,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- amos burton; the lovers,
- bucky barnes; the hanged man,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- coraline finch; the tower,
- emet-selch; the emperor,
- eponine thenardier; the hanged man,
- estinien wyrmblood; the hermit,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jon sims; the high priestess,
- jordan hennessy; the moon,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- kay faraday; the fool,
- kylo ren; the tower,
- martin blackwood; the empress,
- nadine cross; the world,
- nero (drakengard); the devil,
- phoenix wright; the lovers,
- relena peacecraft; death,
- sam wilson; justice,
- the darkling; death
[ OPEN ] i know some places and i've seen some faces
WHO: sam wilson and anyone/everyone.
WHAT: captain america cookout.
WHERE: sam's horizon domain
WHEN: third saturday of september (aka, about 3 weeks after the jailbreak)
NOTES: see below!
HELLO ALL AND WELCOME TO SAM'S CAPTAIN AMERICA COOKOUT!!!!
Over the last week or so, Sam has been going out of his way to contact as many people as he knows to invite them to a cookout at his place in the Horizon. He knows that after the jailbreak, a lot of people were separated, and this was his first thought on how to bring people together. The purpose behind it is simply because Sam thinks that the one thing all of them have in common, opinion on the Singularity and their situations aside, is that they were all brought here and can actually access the Horizon. He sees merit and use in coming together when they can, especially in ways that don't involve the politics of the land they're now living in. So, what better way to do that than around food?
The long and short of it is - this is a peace meal. Leave your issues at the door. Sam has very few rules and there is very little he will give in terms of what this cookout will entail, but three things he will make very clear:
All throughout the party, too, there will be a new friend. Red, as Sam fondly calls him, is a blood-red hunting hawk with silver in between the feathers. He can be found circling around Sam quite often, or perched on his shoulders, but also if you are out and about you can often see him checking up on anyone and everyone. He's a very curious little bird, and also pretty sassy, if you want to interact with him.




If you haven't, or have, been to Sam's domain before, feel free to take a look around. Anywhere is open (save for one locked bedroom) so everyone has open access, but most of the cookout itself will be located in the front yard.
WHAT: captain america cookout.
WHERE: sam's horizon domain
WHEN: third saturday of september (aka, about 3 weeks after the jailbreak)
NOTES: see below!
Over the last week or so, Sam has been going out of his way to contact as many people as he knows to invite them to a cookout at his place in the Horizon. He knows that after the jailbreak, a lot of people were separated, and this was his first thought on how to bring people together. The purpose behind it is simply because Sam thinks that the one thing all of them have in common, opinion on the Singularity and their situations aside, is that they were all brought here and can actually access the Horizon. He sees merit and use in coming together when they can, especially in ways that don't involve the politics of the land they're now living in. So, what better way to do that than around food?
The long and short of it is - this is a peace meal. Leave your issues at the door. Sam has very few rules and there is very little he will give in terms of what this cookout will entail, but three things he will make very clear:
1.) There will be no fighting at his home. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass.The cookout itself is set up out front, with picnic tables and chairs and fire pits and lights abound. There are tables set up near grilles if anyone wants to do any actual cooking outside, and a table (probably multiple) set up with sides and napkins and utensils. There are a variety of different places to go and sit and hang out while you're eating. Anything and everything you can want is available - food, drinks, yard games, music playing from out in the trees that will remain consistent unless someone tries to find the speakers and hijack the playlists, etc. If you can't find something outside, you're more than welcome to check the house.
2.) There is no meeting or serious reason for this cookout. Literally, he just wants people to come together who may no longer be able to see each other due to the travel constraints. It's meant to be fun. Come have fun. (he knows y'all know what that is, even when some of you pretend you don't). Bring food if you want to! There is also a kitchen (if you know what that is) and places to crash. Hope you like seafood!
3.) Anyone who can come into the Horizon is welcome. He'd love it if everyone came, so spread the word.
All throughout the party, too, there will be a new friend. Red, as Sam fondly calls him, is a blood-red hunting hawk with silver in between the feathers. He can be found circling around Sam quite often, or perched on his shoulders, but also if you are out and about you can often see him checking up on anyone and everyone. He's a very curious little bird, and also pretty sassy, if you want to interact with him.




If you haven't, or have, been to Sam's domain before, feel free to take a look around. Anywhere is open (save for one locked bedroom) so everyone has open access, but most of the cookout itself will be located in the front yard.
OOC: This is mean to be an OPEN LOG, so leave your TLs or closed threads below! This party will last basically as long as people want it to, but the idea is for it to be an afternoon into the evening. Y'all have free reign save for destroying Sam's home, but if you have any questions, hit me up on plurk (disarmingly or disco (dai#3757). Sam's TL is below, and he will be bouncing around like the good host he is, but lets get a little party started.
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sam reminds himself that he set the boundary of no fighting, and that he opened up the communication with estinein. he needs to listen, and listen more openly. he has his own opinions on the matter, yes, but that doesn't make estinein's incorrect in any way. and he can recognize that estinein is doing much of the same - trying to step back, to go about this conversation in a calmer way. he very obviously feels passionate about this, and sam wants to respect that. respect him. ]
My thoughts are that everyone has a different reason for going where they wanted to go, or staying where they were. It could be information, it could be for influence - hell. It could be that they just missed the portals because they were too busy helping everyone else. [ there is a slight tension that runs through sam, at that point. he's thinking about bucky being left behind, about how he still - somehow - feels guilty about it. but that's not what estinein is trying to talk about, so sam continues. ] But I can't speak for everyone, and I don't want to try. Not everyone is going to see it the way you, or I, see it. And maybe there are some who do just totally agree with Ambrose and all Thorne's shit- it's all possible. I'm not here to force you to see it my way, or their way. That's not the point to all this.
[ sam doesn't really want to go into his philosophy on people - that he does, to this day, believe they are inherently good. that it's situational things that push them in one direction or the other. he knows it's a bit naive, and he knows there have been and will always be moments where that will come and bite him in the ass. but for now... for now, he doesn't see the intelligent people he's met so far blindly following a dude like ambrose.
he can always be corrected, but he's not there yet. ]
As for whether or not I'm worried about spies- I guess that would depend on what information you consider valuable. Any and all people that are here are here of their own accord. They don't have to tell the ones who stayed in Thorne where they went, or where they're staying. They don't have to talk to them at all, if they don't want to. That means, at least from my perspective, the only information they could get here would be the same they could get coming into the Horizon at any other time. [ the short answer is yes, sam absolutely considered this. spent hours upon hours going over it in his head to make sure that this would be safe. or that he could make it as safe as possible. ] If someone who was staying in Thorne really wanted to get information on - for the sake of argument, let's say you or me - they wouldn't get any more information here, at this party, than they would if they just showed up in our domain, would they? [ sam's question is genuine - if estinein is seeing something he isn't, he is absolutely willing to listen and adjust. the safety for everyone is, and continues to be, his top priority. ]
If anything, I had hoped that this whole event would remind everyone that we're all in this together. That the people who left Thorne did it for a reason, just as the people who stayed in the castle did. It's really easy to vilify people you don't have to see or interact with, and even easier to forget that we're all just people, in the end. The nation can't come into the Horizon, only we can. And there's power if we can remind each other that we're more alike than different, no matter where we ended up.
[ and that's the heart of it, isn't it? sam trying to remind them all that for all the places they go, and for all the natives they're around, anyone coming into the horizon are in this together. that thorne needs them more than they need thorne. there's power in that, and sam wants everyone to remember that.
but then, once he's said his piece, sam's expression grows a bit thoughtful. ]
Can I ask you something?
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What he doesn't feel at ease with is assuming that peace without investigating the motivations of those involved. Not only are the people from Thorne welcome right off the bat, it is being actively discouraged to question their choices, or to discuss these factors at all. This party isn't for problem-solving, it's for forgetting about your woes and for attempting to develop a sense of comradery while showing very little of your true self.
It makes it too easy for him to feel comfortable with. Too easy for someone to deceive, to manipulate, gain people's trust without having themselves tested at all. Estinien is beginning to begrudgingly accept Sam's point, the base concepts being something he can understand, but in practice he can't see those that still lurk at Ambrose's side as anything but threatening extensions of the kingdom that hurt him, and possibly doomed his entire home in the process.
Fear is the thing he's feeling, even if he doesn't want to think about it like that. Fear, and anger enough to feel like it's something he has control over. Anger is active after all, vengeance is something you can take. What can you do about fear, besides pushing it down, casting it aside if you can? Nothing.]
The Horizon... its powers allow us unknowable capabilities. It could be that they simply eavesdrop, listening in on words not meant for them, or use some trick of the mind on those that are unsuspecting. An event like this is intended to make one drop their guard - is it not? To 'relax'?
[With such a festive atmosphere, with food and drink being served, he doesn't trust people to be properly on guard around their potential enemies. People like Kay, like Himeka even... their eagerness to make friends could be their downfall, especially if they've already been plied with comfort and drink.
It's clear, at least, that relaxing in this context is impossible for Estinien. Not with those people here. The threat they pose lurks indelibly in his mind.
And then, there's Sam's question. Estinien finally looks back at him, his brow furrowed as if he's not all that certain about where this is going.]
What?
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that's why everyone is here. that's why sam wants everyone together. if estinein has a view on this that sam isn't thinking about, he wants to have his eyes opened to it. and if he can open estinein's eyes, if only just a little bit, isn't it worth it?
he's worked with enough individuals to know that aggression and anger tend to stem from something else, and that more often than not that 'something else' was either shame, or fear, or desperation. or even a combination of those three, and more. he watches estinein consider the words and watches estinein mull over his reaction and when he does finally ask, sam nods. ]
Sure. [ sam nods, even glances over his shoulder to the rest of the party. back to the house, and beyond. ] They could be. But the way I see it- they could be eavesdropping with that same magic in anyone's domain at any point, right? At least for right now, they're in mine, and I can keep an eye on them. This is my home, and if anything starts happening... [ there's a feeling here that sam is suddenly a lot more aware of everything going on in this domain than he's let on to be, but even that's a question. if it's the magic, or just sam, in control. confident in what he's doing. ] And yeah- the idea is for people to relax, but it's also for people to see each other. To eat together, talk. You'd be surprised what you can find out about people over a shared meal.
[ he understands being protective, and he certainly understands wanting to keep those who may be too trusting away from perceived threats. it's just a matter of how much of a threat those who are here really are. and that is where they disagree, but sam's not entirely looking to try and change estinein's entire outlook. not yet, maybe not even tonight.
instead, sam's attention turns back to estinein, his gaze...well. it's not intense, but it's curious. even. estinein looks at him with a furrowed brow and sam watchs him for a moment longer before answering. ]
You're a soldier, right? Did you fight a war back home?
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He shifts restlessly, not all that sure what else he can say. He'll just leave after this, he thinks. He's not suited to this sort of environment, and the idea of being here much longer feels increasingly miserable.
Sam's question draws back his attention, however, though he's not sure if it's in a way he likes. He narrows his eyes.]
What gives you that impression?
[Sam is completely right in his guess, but it feels... presumptuous, somehow. He'd at least like to know what part of him is giving off that impression - even though he knows full well it could be a great many things.]
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he's doing what he can, but it's not going to be enough for everyone, and sam has to remember there's nothing inherently wrong about that.
estinein's narrowed eyes gets sam to lift his hands, in as much of a hear me out sort of way as it is defensive. when his hands drop, its to his sides. ]
Sorry- I am, or was, a soldier back home. [ sam shrugs, though as it always tends to happen when he thinks of home, there's a hint of something darker across his face. a mark that never goes away. ] And I used to counsel soldiers, too. I got the feeling while we were talking, but I didn't want to assume anything if I was wrong.
[ sam seems to be explicitly waiting for estinein to say yes or no before he continues. ]
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[Estinien murmurs the word, knowing what it means in a dictionary sense, but having less of an instinctive knowledge of what Sam intends. Mental health was not really a concern in his country - or even if it was a concern, it was not something anyone was all that prepared to do something about. Really, Estinien isn't even knowledgeable enough about it to know that receiving help for these problems was ever something he should want or need.
Everyone went to war. Whatever scars you came away with were just part of the deal, same as lost limbs or dead comrades. It's just something you had to live with. He doesn't know what Sam is talking about, and assumes he means that he more generally gave them... advice, maybe.]
I was. [He isn't going to hide it. He shrugs his shoulders.] From as early as they would take me. [And even before that, in the form of private training.]
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so sam nods, both in a sort of push for himself, but also in agreement. as early as they would take me. there's a hint of a smile tugging at sam's mouth, at that. ] Me too. Probably earlier than I had any right to, but the second I could enlist, I was there.
[ there's a lot more, to all of this. about growing up in lousiana, about wanting to fight the world. what drove him to enlist and what kept him away, even while his whole life was slowly unraveling back home. sam watches a speedrun of his years, from eighteen to forty, play out in a matter of seconds. about how the kid he had been would never, not in his wildest dreams, have imagined he would be here. (not that his forty-year-old self is really convinced he's here, either, but again - a point for another time.)
estinein shrugs, and sam continues - because he feels like there might be a moment, worth all of this, in here. a chance for estinein to listen, yes, but also maybe feel a bit more heard. we're not all that different he wants to simply say, but sam knows these things are never - really - that simple. ]
Are you still one? Back home? [ because that 'was' can mean a couple of things, and sam is curious. ]
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He doesn't really know how to answer Sam at first, because knowing what to think of himself as has been a major point of contention for some time now. He retired, officially speaking, but has that really made any difference? Is it possible for him to see the world in another way at this point?]
I suppose I am. If you can be a soldier while serving no particular nation. [Of course his heart would always lay with Ishgard, but he hasn't purely kept himself to missions involving his homeland. At this stage of the conflict, everything is hopelessly tangled together, anyway.]
When the war in my homeland ended, I laid down mine official titles, but not long after I was drafted to aid an organization called the Scions. Less a military, and more an organization tasked with solving everyone's problems, regardless of nation.
[He says that dryly, as if suggesting that he finds such an endeavor somewhat funny in how masochistic it is.]
I've never known a time that there wasn't a war to fight. 'Tis the same work, when it comes down to it.
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he thinks of steve, coming to find him at the va. he thinks about bucky, slipping so easily into the winter soldier. he thinks of the faces and the people and the names of everyone who came up to him after his meetings. some with smiles, others not. estinein answers him and sam lifts a single shoulder - a half shrug, if that's even really a thing. ]
Do you want to be? A soldier, I mean. [ there is something both sad, but entirely too relatable, to the way estinien says i've never known a time that there wasn't a war to fight. sam feels himself smiling a bit at it, at how incredible that no matter how different their places, their situations, their lives - it's all still somehow exactly the same. and estinien's dry tone does pull a sort of smile from sam, because yeah, that's...he gets it. ]
Believe it or not, I'm in kind of the exact same boat. Was a soldier, but came back home and ended up sort of volunteering for another group who were...less an army and more like a group of talented people, all trying to protect the world. [ sam considers this, rubbing at his chin, before he tilts a hand back in forth. ] So maybe not the exact same, but I can see what you're saying. There's always going to be something to do, a fight to join, that kind of thing.
[ sam wonders if that is what estinien is most upset about - the fact he'd been caged, the fact he'd been drafted to do a job he didn't ask for, the fact there were others willing to let slide something that so wholly was not acceptable to him. again, he's reminded of steve, in another weird, roundabout way. ]
What sort of thing do you do in the Scions?
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He guesses it doesn't need to be more than that. Estinien really did do this to himself, he understands.]
I'm not sure 'want' has much to do with it.
[Not at this point, anyway. Estinien had thought his battle might be over for only a short time, before Hraesvelgr himself reminded him of the absurdity of that thought. He's spent some time on his own pursuits, of course, wandering here and there, experiencing things just for the sake of it... but ultimately it all leads back to the same thing. It was a vacation, not a change.]
While Himeka and the rest were waylaid by other concerns, their secretary hunted me down to address... I suppose, the issue of some kind of biological weapon. Ostensibly destined to wipe out most life on the continent. And so, 'twas left to me to destroy its production lines, and what quantities had already been accrued.
[He shrugs his shoulders. Ultimately he was not actually mad about being bothered into doing this, given the incredibly severe stakes. It really did speak to the way that history was just one disaster after another, though.]
Beyond that... I had only just recently decided to join their ranks in an official capacity. [Though he doesn't actually say it, his expression softens a bit - at the time he'd given a big sappy speech about the decision, and about how the whole organization had given him reason to hope. And yet...] Only to be snatched away before much else could be done.
Our entire world is facing its end of days... I had hoped to fight alongside them, but instead, Thorne thought my time would be better spent rotting in a cage.
[There's another flash of anger as he says it. It's not just about being caged and not just about being drafted. It's being taken away from the one thing he'd ever felt hope about, only to have it ripped away from him, and his entire world being potentially left to its doom as a result.]
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but vengeance. man, that's a hell of a drug. and sam knows what it can be like, when you have a taste. ]
Man, I'm pretty sure 'want' has everything to do with it, here.
[ because sure, it's hard to leave that world behind when you're not in it anymore. harder, still, to find what it means to be yourself when you've devoted so much of yourself to it. sam's spent years pulling others through the thick of 'what does it mean to be a soldier without a war', so much that something about this back an forth almost feels familiar. comforting, in a way.
but when estinien explains a little further, sam seems to get it, relaxing a bit with his posture, his understanding. ah, it seems to say. so you weren't really given the chance to find out. ]
So you were fighting for the good of your world? [ a beat, and then sam seems to realize how vague the question is. ] I mean- end of days. Was someone trying to destroy it?
[ because the truth is - sure, sam has a point he may or may not be working towards, but he definitely finds himself curious about estinien. about where he started, where that's left him. what it means that he's here, now, doing what he's doing. reacting, the way he reacts. every piece of the puzzle creates a bigger picture, and while sam isn't any kind of puzzle-master, he knows that to really help someone, you've got to understand where they're coming from. ]
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How could he just leave it be in good conscience? He was made for this after all, and if he doesn't do it, someone else will have to anyway. Just as it always goes.]
Aye. They have been for some time, feeling our destruction was necessary for their own salvation, but now their ambitions seem to have devolved into simply wishing for the end of all life. Using foul magicks to enslave entire nations, summoning corrupted gods, and sewing the seeds of chaos at every turn.
[He looks downward, keeping himself steady. He feels anxious just thinking about it. What has happened in his absence? Has time passed? If so, are they already too late?]</small. 'Tis why I swore my lance to Himeka and the Scions. There would never be a greater need.
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being made for something, too, is an entirely different conversation.
but then there's that - because estinien explains, about destruction for the sake of salvation, about ending all life. it's intense stuff, yes, sam understands that. feels that, deep in his bones. but what he catches onto more than that is the unsteadiness that estinien suddenly gives off. it makes sam want to reach out to steady him, to set a hand on his shoulder just to ground him, but given the rockiness and elevation changes of their currently conversation, he's not sure it's the right move.
still, when sam speaks, it's with a kind of empathetic concern. a sudden, perhaps intense, leveling of his eyes to estinien when he looks back up. ] You okay? [ and he's genuinely asking, genuinely worried. moments later, with whatever answer estinien gives, sam will just nod. ]
Listen, I don't know the details of your life, or your world, or the Scions. But I'm glad they have you there, to help. And once we figure out a way to get everyone back home, there will be a way to get you back to where you need to be. [ because there is always, and will always be, dr strange. right? sam doesn't elaborate on how, or why, just says that with conviction that would be hard for anyone to question. ] You and Himeka. [ he glances up, briefly. back to the house. seems to lighten, briefly, at the glance. ] If I can convince her to leave the kitchen...
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If that the High Mage has said is true... then returning home may do little good, without first resolving affairs here.
[As much as he hates having been called here at such a terrible time, what good would it do to return and solve the problems at home, only to have the multiverse be torn apart by the actions of those who remain in Abraxas? He wishes he could know for certain that it's worth it.]
If Himeka and I are truly the only Scions present... 'twould fall to us to protect the others from the threats they cannot reach.
[That's the thing, ultimately. Estinien can't let go, not like this. He can't just decide it's not his business, that there are no good options, that there's nothing worth fighting for. He has to make a choice, to make a difference, on behalf of his allies that can't.
Remaining idle seems like it would be the greatest betrayal of all.]