First Entrance
The door opens, admitting a tall guy in a red, white and blue costume that may or may not look like he was mugged by an American flag. The shield he's carrying on his left arm, decorated in the same motif, doesn't help either. He stops, confusions flickering across the part of his face not obscured by a hooded mask, which mainly consists of his jaw, and turns around to jiggle the door knob.
It doesn't budge. He tries again, a little more forcefully, then turns back to eye the room he's now in. Clearly something has gone slightly askew. Or maybe a bit more than slightly. Shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and the new guy starts toward the bar, in hope of some answers - and maybe a drink.
Have a very confused Steve Rogers, Milliways.
[post open for a good while, as long as taggers don't mind the occasional slowtiming on account of sleep, school and mom stuff.]
It doesn't budge. He tries again, a little more forcefully, then turns back to eye the room he's now in. Clearly something has gone slightly askew. Or maybe a bit more than slightly. Shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and the new guy starts toward the bar, in hope of some answers - and maybe a drink.
Have a very confused Steve Rogers, Milliways.
[post open for a good while, as long as taggers don't mind the occasional slowtiming on account of sleep, school and mom stuff.]