[ OPEN ] i know some places and i've seen some faces

[falcony]

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:

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.
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.

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.

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.

Comments

[the_archive]

His back stiffens at the burning man's approach, but no, he doesn't run. The large eye that runs vertically up the back of Jon's neck stares, wide with a constricted pupil, until Jon turns at last to face him. He wrap his good hand around his bad, jaw set, looking up at this giant.

"Can I help you?"

The fear isn't any less. It's an effort not to look at those hands again, and his breath shakes slightly.

[photophobic]

Kylo appraises Jon's response thoughtfully. He may be a little close for comfort (particularly with the heat radiating out from his volcanic core), but beyond his excessive height and solidity he's hardly presenting a threat.

"I could ask you the same," he murmurs. "I have no interest in harming you."

[the_archive]

It's interesting phrasing. Not 'I won't,' even if that's what it means for this place and time.

"I haven't accused you of anything," he answers, tone not quite so soft.

[photophobic]

"No?"

There's a slight tic pulling at the corner of his mouth, a mild amusement simmering beneath the surface. But, eventually, he concedes the point— Jon hasn't accused him of anything. Out loud, at least. He leans in, just a fraction closer.

"Who was it?" he asks, voice low, smooth, unhurried. "Enough like me to have you sliding back there, into that moment..."

[the_archive]

Jon stares for a moment - hypocritical of him, he knows, to feel so dismayed at being seen through like that. Then he holds up his right hand, turns it front to back to show the deeply-imprinted burn scar. A handprint, a little smaller than his own, burnt into his palm and wrapping around. The fingers and thumb are especially clear on the back. Two eyes wink from the corrugated scar.

"High Mage Ambrose was not my first case of irritating the wrong person."

[photophobic]

"Some would call what you did to Ambrose an assault," Kylo reminds Jon coolly. "A violation."

A little more weighty than an irritation, in Kylo's estimation— and really, of all people, he should know.

[the_archive]

Jon's jaw firms a little. He doesn't roll his eyes, at least not the two he's supposed to have, but several others betray the urge. "I don't supppose you've ever been kidnapped before, then. Knowing everything we can about this situation is our only self defense, and he had already proven himself a liar."

[photophobic]

"Had he?"

Kylo's brow raises slightly.

"I don't remember being surprised by anything you learned from your little stunt."

[the_archive]

Jon shrugs, and looks across Sam's yard, gaze angled up at where Coraline is lurking on the roof. "I expected him to come to the Festival, bring an explanation for us all. When he stayed silent, and people were beginning to disappear from the dungeons, or show up hurt, I Knew what steps I could take that would have the least impact on anyone but myself. And took them."

[photophobic]

Impassive and presumably unimpressed, Kylo allows Jon's response to hang in the air between them for a beat.

"You knew. Every possible consequence of your actions, in perpetuity. Really. That's a bold claim."

[the_archive]

"In perpetuity? No." Jon tilts his head. Crossing his arms, he tucks the burned one mostly out of sight. "I don't claim to see the future, especially not with my powers still- clouded. But I was able to Know that I'd be the only one at risk as a result. That was important."

[photophobic]

"Then you didn't Know anything at all," Kylo comments lightly. "Considering that there is no such thing as a finite result. Your actions will continue to have consequences into eternity... and while you may be too blind to see it, you have already caused clear and direct harm in your arrogant bid for martyrdom. Would you like me to list the ways you hurt others, Jon? Or can you use your own intellect for the task."