heroic_jawline: (neg: BUCKY?! wtf wai are you alive)
Steve Rogers ([personal profile] heroic_jawline) wrote2025-08-09 04:59 pm

Tony's Mansion, New York, Saturday afternoon

Steve had two puppies in cones of shame skittering over wooden floors and an ice pack over one of his eyes as he flopped onto the sofa in Tony's massive mansion living room.

"Who sells the information about puppies getting spayed to Hydra?!" he demanded, his outrage still high despite this being at least the fifth time he'd asked the question.

[OOC: For the husband!]
okteiviakom: ([neu] shoulder)
Octavia Blake ([personal profile] okteiviakom) wrote2025-08-03 02:42 pm

Lucifer's Los Angeles, Sunday

The portals back to Fandom seemed to be operational again. Octavia had half expected for it to have been just a blip when the first notificatins had abruptly hit Lucifer's phone, but no. Seemed like they were actually staying available, now.

Octavia was yet to take one. In part because maybe she'd been bracing for... something, after Rory had shown up. A swift change, maybe, but none had come. They remained at the same standstill they'd been all summer in LA so far, now just with the added complication of a daughter who'd been theirs but now wasn't.

And Octavia was stuck in the same pattern of trying to find something, anything, to hold on to.

Sunday was another one of those days. She traveled from Lux to the Rouge, first, and then with all of her little garden taken care of she just... picked a direction and took whatever means of transport there was to travel that way, to see where she would land, what she would see.

This time, she found a crowd. Not an unusual sight in LA, in itself, everywhere so busy with people, but this was different. More concentrated, standing outside a big building that couldn't have been chosen by accident, holding signs, chanting. That last part made the hairs on the back of Octavia's neck stand up, but she pushed forward anyway, curious. First to see the signs more up close, then to ask someone about them.

The people were making demands of the city. They wanted every new plan for housing to also come with plans for parks, they wanted the construction of houses itself to be greener, they wanted more of the city to be unpaved.

They planned for the demonstration to be ongoing throughout the following week.

And something in Octavia sang, maybe. Maybe this was what she'd been looking for. After all, she fit right in. Aligned with the goals, immediately learned some of the chants, struck up conversations with people who all told her of different grassroots efforts to make the city better for every living thing in it. She learned to scan QR codes and diligently bookmarked everything in her phone.

Later, as she was taking the elevator up to Lucifer's penthouse, her mind felt busy and her body was restless.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, but open.]