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

[smarterthanthem]

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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[shenunigans]

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?

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[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?

[aboveangrybees]

[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.]

[smarterthanthem]

[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?

[shenunigans]

[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.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[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?

[aboveangrybees]

[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.]

[smarterthanthem]

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?

[shenunigans]

[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?

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[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!

[aboveangrybees]

[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.]

[smarterthanthem]

Let's do it!

[Clementine's happy to have a project to work on, something to keep her attention away from what she went through, what they all went through. She's on Steve's heels to the closet, grabbing as big a pile as she can manage and carting it back to put down on the coffee table.]

How do we start?

[shenunigans]

[Dave gives them a thumbs up, but he'll let them raid the closet. In the meantime, he'll zip into the kitchen for a massive bottle of soda and a packet of chips that he lovingly presses into Elsa's arms before he throws himself onto the couch.]

You start with a base and you work yourself up. [He gestures vaguely upward.] Like with a couch or something, generally. A load bearing couch so you can drape the blankets over it and make it all space camp.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

[Elsa gives an encouraging nod towards Dave- he's absolutely right, and she's trying not to be too pushy when it comes to helping. He and Clem are the younger ones here, she doesn't want to take the fun away.]

The couch would be a great starting point. I think the coffee table could be propped against it to help, too...

[She looks towards Steve as he begins heading to get sheets and pillows.]

I'll come and help! [She turns to Clem and Dave.] You two start figuring out a good set-up, we'll be back with supplies.

[She jogs to catch up to Steve, leaving Clem and Dave to their own devices for the moment.]

[aboveangrybees]

(ooc: Oh man! I didn't get a notif for this, sorry guys!)

[Steve helps Clem load up and lets her run off to deliver them to the living room before looking to Elsa. He'd just started gathering his pile of blankets and pillows, but stops to help her collect.]

This should be fun, been a while since I've done this. [He looks off towards the living room and lowers his voice for Elsa only.] And I think it'll be good for Clem. Kids should be kids sometimes.

[He gives a small smile and then loads up his own arms with pillows. Letting Elsa lead the way back when she's ready.]