I got a new way to live in the storm

[magneticfields]

» WHO? Magneto Henryk Gurszky & YOU (three open prompts, two closed)
» WHEN? Month of May, after the initial arrival
» WHERE? Various locations around the station
» WHAT? Some things Erik will be doing around the station during the month that your character can get involved with if it sounds interesting.
» WARNINGS? None now, and don't expect to need any. If shit gets weird I'll edit this to reflect that.



Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls (Pool Cleaning) Open

[ Erik stands at the edge of the pool, regarding the stagnant, stinky depths with undisguised disgust. He has a small bag of hand tools, mostly scavenged but a few he made out of scraps, on the floor at his feet. At the moment, it appears that he isn't doing anything, just lifting his hand at a slight angle and staring at the pool. He's searching the drainage system, making sure all the parts are able to move, and identifying where the blockages are.

This is going to be disgusting. ]

Who'll put your lilies in a vase (Door Opening) Open

[ After the conversation in the mess hall with Hermione, Erik wastes no time in finding the door she described on Deck 4. It's just as she said: locked tight. And a window revealing some kind of control room. It doesn't look big enough to be the main control room for the station, at least by Erik's estimation. Perhaps it's some kind of satellite location*. This should make it different from the other doors, again in Erik's estimation. So he sets to trying to pick the lock.

His hand hovers over the lock, fingers moving as he tries to find the tumblers and direct them in the right direction. He grits his teeth. This is harder than he expected. ]

When all the good men have had all their daughters (Playing Chess) Open

[ All work and no play, or whatever. He has downtime sometimes and doesn't sleep much. So when the mess hall is empty he carefully marks a chess board on one of the tables. Not too big, just big enough for two people to sit across from each other and play. The squares are marked by being either much shinier than the rest of the table, or much more matte. For the pieces he takes a couple place settings of silverware and makes them into hollow pieces just big enough to tell what they are. And magnetizes them so they don't float away.

This might be hard to explain if anybody really tries to press him on it. But stranger things have already happened on the station, so he's hoping anybody who notices just takes it in stride. He looks up when somebody else enters the mess, not smiling but his expression softer than usual. Also he's wearing his new casual clothes: a red plaid flannel shirt over a white tshirt and jeans. It's the small things that keep you going. ]

Fancy a game?

All the other men have fallen in with daisies (Roommate Meeting) Closed to Hawkeye

[ He returns to his room eventually. With a peace offering of a bottle of whiskey that's slightly less terrible than the rest of the bar stock. His reaction to Hawkeye's makeshift clinic wasn't the best, and now that there is a facility somewhere else for that sort of thing he feels the need to try to ease the tension somewhat. Luckily, Hawkeye seems like the sort of man for whom a bottle of liquor goes a long way on that front. ]

So what do you think about this roster business? Can't say I'm terribly impressed.

Well I don't wanna be the last one standing (Mutant Meeting) Closed to Rogue, Pietro, and Tommy

[ He might not know what all the acronyms and emoticons mean yet, but he has figured out how to send a private group text. Be proud of him, Steve. ]

Come to my quarters as soon as possible. We need to talk.

I don't wanna reach the bitter end (Wildcard)

[ Anything else you want to do with this guy that I haven't provided a prompt for? Go wild! Feel free to hit me up on Barbeauxbot if you want to brainstorm first. ]

*Heh.

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You've seen the roster, haven't you? As soon as possible.

[supersonic]

[ Oh, please. Pietro seriously considers breaking the sound barrier on his way over solely out of spite, but decides to exercise a modicum of self-restraint.

(Instead, he takes a few minutes, out of spite.)

When he does roll up to Erik's door, it's at a leisurely pace, with his communication device in hand, rapidly tapping through the flurry of network activity. He knocks, but doesn't look up when Erik answers. ]

Are you back-talking Captain America? [ He's not even back-talking Captain America. ]

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Took you long enough. I thought you were fast. Close that door behind you.

[ Yes, he's irritated. Peter is fast, too. He never would have taken so long. ]

I'm not back-talking a man who's half my age, no. We're discussing how to proceed. And that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

[supersonic]

[ That at least gets him to look up, with a slight clench of the jaw he feels he deserves an award for managing in place of sonic booming anyone in the face. ]

He fought in the war, he isn't half your age.

[ Even if you are old as time, says his tone, although this Erik, with his hair dye, Pietro is admittedly less sure about.

Still. How to proceed. He does shut the door behind him, if only to give him half a moment to collect his thoughts. ]

I thought I might train with him. Not join up, or whatever he is proposing, but--

[ You know. Spar. Expose the full extent of his abilities to a collection of near or total strangers who might try to kill him. Whatever. ]

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[ Erik shakes his head and decides to let it go. He's not going to argue with this young man about whether or not he's allowed to disagree with another adult. Especially not when he proposes something much more interesting. Erik looks at him a moment, considering this. ]

My plan was to not engage in any of the training. I've had too much, I couldn't pass myself off as a novice if I tried. What sort of training have you had?

[supersonic]

[ What sort of training? This Magneto, he thinks, must have a very different relationship with whatever speedster it is he knows. ]

You used to set assassins on us in our sleep. [ /jazzhands ] --The version of you I know, at any rate.

[ And like that's fine and normal, he continues, ] It was effective. I can defend myself. But I haven't fought in centrifugal gravity like this, or with a team the way Captain Rogers seems to intend.

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[ Erik huffs a sigh. ]

Yes. A different version of me. Because I never did that to anybody.

[ As for his relationship with his own speedster son. It's not much to speak of, as he's still entirely ignorant of their relation and finds the boy (man, he's 27) tiresome at the best of times.

At least his counterpart's methods were effective. ]

Learning how the artificial gravity affects your abilities is a good idea. It would be good to keep an eye on what the rest of them are actually doing, as well. [ He crosses his arms and drums his fingers on his elbow. ] Some of them have started acquiring weapons, and at least one of them has apparently declared herself head of security. We need to do what we can to keep our heads down until this all shakes out and we know exactly what we're up against.

[supersonic]

[ Then I guess your followers aren't as great as me, is closer to the sort of look Pietro gives him in answer, rather than of any kind of approval for the kindness. There's no winning with him, really.

That Erik agrees with him about the rest, however, earns a wary sort of nod, like Pietro is waiting for the other shoe to drop. He'd been ready to argue that point, that he can handle it, that Captain Rogers is trustworthy, or that it's worth showing his own cards to observe far more about what the humans are capable of. It's strange to realize he doesn't need to. ]

And then what?

[ Once they know what they're up against. The question is cautious. Santo Marco had been a good example of the sort of next step his own Magneto had envisioned. ]

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[ Erik doesn't have any followers at the moment, so technically he's right. More or less.

Emma would have had him for lunch, though. When she was alive. ]

And then we react accordingly. If we have to, it shouldn't be too difficult for us to separate ourselves from the rest of the group. The one thing that could be difficult in that situation is ensuring we have access to supplies like food and medicine. [ He considers this more. ] And ensure that the rest don't cut access to water and life support.

[supersonic]

[ That's a better answer than Pietro had been expecting, and very much in line with where his own thoughts had taken him. Hm. He nods. ]

Most supplies, we can stockpile in small amounts without attracting notice, if we are careful. No one guards these things. Even the water — there is a swimming pool being restored, yes? Clearly no one is monitoring our water supply with much concern.

[ Because they're idiots, in Pietro's expert opinion, but he's happy to take advantage of that fact. He's gone without basic necessities often enough in his life to guard against it ever happening again. ]

There may be something edible we can make in the mess hall that will not rot, but I think plants — perhaps a secondary garden — might be worth the effort if we can manage it, for food and for oxygen. Where to put it all, is the problem.

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True.

[ Erik rubs his chin as he considers this. ]

If we're stockpiling water, we have to do it in a way to ensure that it won't go stagnant by the time we need it. Also, it's possible that the population of the station could increase. They may not be paying much attention to what's being done with the water now, but if our numbers get closer to capacity it may become noticeable. A garden also requires water. It's one of the only things we absolutely could not do without.

[ He pulls up the directory and double-checks the room assignments. ]

We're also very spread out, which is troublesome.