[ 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.

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[coerthantorment]

[He can't claim to find Sam's answer very satisfying, given that Thorne's people finding out more information than they should is half of his concern. He's feeling increasingly isolated in this regard, increasingly convinced that he won't be able to change anyone's mind. No one seems worried but him, after all. Not even those he considers his friends.

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.]

[falcony]

[ sam is getting the feeling that estinein doesn't exactly agree with him, that he doesn't really like the explanation that sam gives, but it's all he can do at the moment. sam doesn't want to convince anyone of the factions, around here. he's got his own issues with thorne, his own issues with the free cities too, but that's not their war. and, sam reminds himself again, it's going to feel different for those who started off in the dungeons too. the anger, the distrust - he can be sympathetic, he knows what it feels to be caged and held, but sympathy only goes so far.

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. ]

[coerthantorment]

Counsel...

[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.]

[falcony]

[ sam could, he supposes, explain what he means by that. it may or may not be a modern word (and 'modern' is really the only way sam has been able to box up the differences in his experiences and others), but the connotation probably is. mental health, and the support of mental health... anyway. he could get heated, if he wanted to, but that isn't the point he's trying to make and he's going to take a guess that estinein doesn't really want to have that conversation either.

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. ]

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien wonders if Sam had similar reasons for wanting to enlist so eagerly. It's hard to imagine what conflicts might be happening on these foreign words, or if he'd even be able to understand the culture surrounding them. Then again, as many thing feel the same as they do different.

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.

[falcony]

[ now that is interesting. sam shifts the barest amount where he's standing, as if something that estinein had just said had changed the direction of this conversation. it's not a bad thing, if anything, sam feels suddenly more equipped. he's been here before, with more people than he cares to count. what's a soldier without a war?

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?

[coerthantorment]

[It does all sound like very much the same sort of business, and while that doesn't surprise Estinien, it does make him wonder. What differences are there that cause Sam to see the world so differently, given their supposedly similar experiences? Maybe's Sam's intentions were simply more noble from the start, or maybe he actively cultivated this sort of personality instead of singlemindedly throwing himself towards vengeance.

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.]

[falcony]

[ that's the heart of it, isn't it? that so many people can come from so many similar experiences and still end up in completely different places. can think completely different things. sam is used to it, by now - used to expecting and used to seeing and used to assuming that everyone he meets is going to think something else, so he has to be able to take all of those things and adapt.

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. ]

[coerthantorment]

[He shakes his head a little. Estinien isn't sure what difference being here makes. It's not as if him being this way is an external factor he can be free of - not when he arrived in this place only to be pulled along into another potentially world-ending disaster. He feels like he'll have to keep fighting as long as a battle needs to be fought.

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.

[falcony]

[ well, that would be that, isn't it? that, in a way, estinien does want to hold onto the mantle, if only because someone will have to. sam is curious if that streak runs deeper, if there's more to that, if estinien would take the opportunity to be something else, when given it. sam knows he didn't, and wouldn't if asked again. but when you're talking about obligation versus volunteering, that gets into some muddy water.

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...

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien glances to the side, though he snorts when Sam mentions Himeka being in the kitchen. Himeka is more adaptable than him, he thinks. She can enjoy himself with the opportunity presents itself - a concept which feels far away from him at the moment.]

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.]