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Heroes, queens and survivors, oh my! [Partially-open]

Who| Clementine, Steve Rogers, Dave Strider, Elsa to start and then open to all members of district 9.
What| Clem goes to see Steve and a case of slumber party breaks out in the District 9 suite
Where| District 9 suite
When| Pre-D3 bombing announcement
Warnings/Notes| Hold onto your butts, things are gonna get cute.

[Clementine finds out that Steve is out of the arena pretty soon after she comes down off the roof, her head feeling a lot clearer for the fresh air. The screens are doing highlights of deaths so far and she see's... well, there's no need to linger on the details.

It's easy to go up to District 9 past 6 and knock on the door. Far more appealing than going back to her own empty room. She wants to check on her friends and be amongst company rather than alone with her thoughts. It's not just Steve she knows here either, there's Dave who's also out of the arena by now.]

[[ooc: Make your own threads or join others, everyone after the initial group of four will come in to find a gigantic pillow fort in the works and they are free to add to its construction. Any cute slumber party activities (movies, popcorn, truth or dare etc.) are game! ~~Flower crowns are approved for everybody.~~ Have fun!]]

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[Steve is sketching on the couch. A sketch that looks like an innocent landscape, but it's most definitely not. No one would know the better though, it's fully of ideas and plans - he might have been reclusive these last few days, but it's not gone to waste at all.

The knock catches his attention, looking around thinking someone was going to show up, expecting the company, but after a couple seconds with no immediate response, Steve is on his feet and answering the door.]

To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. Clementine? [He steps aside to invite her in, giving her a smile, very pleased to see her.]

Edited 2014-06-28 18:59 (UTC)

[The 'Ms.' takes her a back a moment and she has to bite her lip against the gigglesnort that threatens to escape. It takes her by surprise given how terrible she's been feeling all day.]

I, um, heard you were back too.

[Her hand self-conciously rubs her arm as she steps inside at Steve's invitation.]

How are you?

[Steve had seen the footage of what happened to Clem, but the gigglesnort is encouraging. She's not broken by the experience.

He leads her to the common, so she can be comfortable, sit if she likes.]

I'm okay, some trouble sleeping, but hanging in there. [Steve is a little more open than he usually is, but he figures she might need someone to relate to.]

And you? How are you doing?

[Clementine slips onto the couch, glancing at the closed sketchpad for a moment, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together at first before resting her arms over her knees instead.]

Better than I thought I'd be. Doesn't feel real, somehow.

[She had the worst of it when she first woke up, she thinks.]

Something almost like a nightmare? The longer you're awake the less real it becomes.

[Steve is offering it because he remembers how surreal it felt when this happened to him before. How it took him a few days to come to terms he wasn't having a bad dream, that the future was real.

Because of this previous experience, he knows just how real this is.]

... yeah. Yeah like that. I feel just like I did when I first woke up here.

[And she means that literally as well as figuratively. Even down to the soreness of the dog bite on her left arm.]

I guess it'll sink in eventually.

[Yeah, Steve would know exactly what she means.]

Don't rush it. You'll figure it out in your own time.

[He reaches over and tugs the brim of her hat down like he did the first time he met her.]

I thought for sure your stylist would try to steal this while we were gone.

Yeah...

[And then she blinks and smiles softly, pleased by his gentle action. Clementine flicks it back up with her finger.]

They must have known better after I threatened them the first time.

[While Steve does know she's capable, he can't help but imagine that's like a kitten when they get all riled up an feisty. It's more funny than scary.

He doesn't laugh though, just looks amused.]

Had them shaking in their boots, huh? Next time you should threaten to put hair dye in their shampoo. God forbid if it's a natural hair color.

[Steve's wise not laugh at her declaration, an amused glance she'll excuse, laughter would make her bristle much like the mental image he's conjured.]

Would you help me do it if I did?

[Testing the waters, because that sounds like an awfully tempting plan to carry out someday.]

You don't even have to ask. [Steve gives her a conspiratorial grin.

He remembers the pranks he and Bucky used to pull on each other, all pretty harmless and cheap. It's a good memory, he's glad to have it right now. Thoughts of Bucky usually bring up sad memories more often than not.]

Just say the word, kiddo.

I'll keep it in mind.

[Something like that would probably help the itchy, restless feeling Clementine's got under skin her right now. The need to do something, however inconsequential it might be in the long run.]

Is this yours?

[She points at the sketchbook.]

[Steve looks at the object in question and hands it to her.]

Yeah, just some doodles. [It's over a quarter filled, but it's mostly people he sees around, landscapes, and random cartoons.]

You planning to stick around for a while? [He says it more like an invitation to stay.

If she does, he knows he'll need to offer more than talking and a sketchbook, that'd bore most kids after a while. What do kids do these days anyway? He remembers playing with boxes and making blanket forts. Well, there is a whole closet full of blankets...] We could make a blanket fort.

[She looks a little surprised when he hands it over like that, that she doesn't even have to ask to look at his drawings. Clementine opens it up, eyes focusing on the pages, one after another.]

Wow! You can really draw, Steve. This looks just like them.

[The comment refers to the drawing of one of the other tributes. Clem looks up at his question and thinks about it for all of one second before accepting. She wasn't going to invite herself to stay but she's glad Steve did]

... I don't think I ever made one of those before. It sounds like fun. Is it hard?

So basically what happened is that this guy came for me, and I was having none of that shit, so I was like hiiiiiiyaaaaaaaah. And I kicked him in his asshole face. [Dave walks in midstory, Elsa alongside him. His sentence is adorned with kicks and punches because he hadn't thought anyone was up and about. But there are. Lots of people. Twos of people. There's Clem, he knows Clem, he'll stare at Clem for a moment. His face burns a little when he realises the other guy is Captain America. The Captain America. In his District. Being all buff there while he's telling Elsa wildly exaggerated tales of triumph.]

And uh. That'd be how that one ended. [He nods at Elsa, sagging his shoulders as he tries to act casual.] Hi Clem, I see you brought more doritos. [He cocks his head toward Steve.] ..Since when were you in this district?

[Anyone else would be calling bullshit on Dave's stories, but not Elsa. After seeing some of what Dave is capable of, she can't help but believe him. So she's listening intently as the two of them walk, her eyes widening at all of the right moments.

That sounds like it must have been painful for the other guy...

[She's confused when Dave suddenly stops, before she realizes that he's staring at a couple of other people.]

Oh, hello!

[She gives them a small wave, though she has no idea who they are. Dave seems to be familiar with them- or at least Clem.]

I'm Elsa, I don't think I've met either of you?

[The compliment gets a smile from Steve - it's been a while since he did art for anything more than a hobby, once it was going to be his life. But that was gone when he chose the path of a soldier.

He's just about to answer her question when more people arrive, both familiar in ways that he might have seen their faces on TV or in passing, but nothing more. Sounds like one of them has quite the notion for stories.

He raises an eyebrow at the question, he saw the boy's reaction to either him or Clem - though his knowing her indicates it might be more about him. Still, the question without introduction is curious. Almost familiar.] Handful of weeks now. Worried you missed my arrival?

[But as he answers the young man's questions, he raises to his feet to greet the lady properly with a friendly smile.]

It's a pleasure as it can be, Ms. Elsa, I'm Steve Rogers and this is my friend- [He gestures to Clem, letting her introduce herself.]

[Clementine looks strangely at Dave when he comes in. Doritos?]

What doritos?

[Yes she's entirely missed that reference, sorry. She's also unsure if he and Steve actually know each other before her attention is taken up with Elsa and she smiles politely at her, not getting up like Steve does but lifting a hand in greeting.]

I'm Clementine. You're the lady who made the ice castle, aren't you?

[Dave waves off the doritos question, a small smirk on his face because he knows something he's not letting onto. He'll elaborate later, for now he's quietly in awe of the fact that he shares a suite with Captain America.]

Guess I was busy, but I also go by Dave. [He says dryly, glancing up at Elsa as she introduces herself, nodding at Clem's question.] She's our resident Ice Queen. [He forces a stage whisper.] Don't get on her bad side.

[Clementine and Steve. She gives them a nod, smiling softly. Elsa can't help but think that the two of them make an odd pair, in a way. Steve, tall and blonde, and Clem tiny and young. Then again, maybe she has no parents, and he's taken her under his wing?

It could be anything, she realizes.]

It's nice to meet you both, and-

[She gives Dave a tiny shove.]

Don't listen to him. I have no bad side. But yes, I did make it! [She smiles.] So what are you both up to?

[Steve does wonder why Dave brought up Doritos when there are none and then doesn't reply to Clem, but that doesn't stick in his mind long. He just gives a nod with an amused quirk of his lips at Dave's introduction.

His attention is on Elsa again, eyebrows going up a little when she confirms she was the one to make the ice castle he saw.]

That's impressive, Ms. Elsa, very nice of you too.

[He looks at Clem.] Well, I was just seeing if Clementine here wanted to stick around and make a blanket fort.

[Lifting his eyebrows and tilting his head towards the other's, Steve silently asks if she wants to invite them. It's up to her.]

Edited 2014-07-09 09:56 (UTC)

It was really cool.

[Clem smiles a little at their banter and acknowledges Steve's silent question, taking a moment to consider -- Dave is her friend too and Elsa seems nice -- before going ahead and making the invite with a question of her own.]

Yeah, I don't remember ever making one before. Do you two know how?

[When Dave sees Elsa is getting the recognition she deserves, he pipes down a little. She'd been so worried about her powers, he likes it when she hears praise. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't miming out being terribly injured by the tiny shove, using the counter beside him to support himself for a moment before his interest is piqued.]

Please, fort building is like a rite of passage in the Strider home. [He glances up at Elsa.] How do you feel about constructing something that isn't along the lines of an igloo? You up to the call of duty?

[Elsa doesn't know how to properly take the praise. It feels so good, she can barely stand it. It's obvious that she's trying to stay modest, and not break into a huge grin as she tugs at the sleeve of her shirt.]

Thank you, all of you...

[She decides to focus now on the prospect of a blanket fort. This time she does grin, because the idea is so adorably childish, it's been so long since she's done anything like that. Not since she was a little girl.]

Of course I'm up for it! That sounds like a wonderful idea. [A very good way to relax after a death arena, she thinks.] It may be a little out of my area of expertise, but I think I can manage it.

[She stares around the room, trying to figure out where best to begin.]

We're going to need plenty of pillows and blankets, of course, and the real trick is using the furniture to our advantage, but we're all creative people. We can do it!

[Steve is glad the other two want to join in, he thinks it'll be good for Clem to have people closer to her age hanging out with them. Besides, they all could probably use a break from the arena and what they went through, have a little fun. Detox in a positive way.

Elsa's enthusiasm gets a smile out of him.]

The linen closet is full of blankets and sheets, we raid that and grab every pillow we can carry from our rooms and we should be set to start building. [If everyone agrees, he'll head off to his room to start the gathering of the pillows and raiding of the closet.]

Heroes, queens and survivors, oh my! [Partially-open]

LET'S START THE PARTY

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