log 007, video

[thestarspangledman]

[Steve is in his cabin, frowning at a pile of clothes laid out on his bed. He is -- well, certainly not the giant hunk of man-meat that the barge has come to expect from his last posts. To be plain, he is a good six inches shorter, skinny and small and slightly pale. Currently, he's wearing an old workout t-shirt that is far too large for him, and a pair of sweatpants that are cinched about as tightly as they can go, and he might be keeping one hand on them just in case.]

Look, I don't know who thought this was funny, or maybe this is a thing you folks do to visitors? But I need something to wear that'll actually fit me.

...Oh, and the dog tags, too? I'm sure those will come in handy, thanks a lot. [He's holding them up in his free hand, giving the camera a tight smile.] After the fifth rejection and everything. You guys sure know how to treat a fella right.

Comments

[nakesnakecobracobra]

And out of curiosity, would you happen to recall the year?

[thestarspangledman]

1943.

[nakesnakecobracobra]

1943. Thank you, that's all I needed.

[thestarspangledman]

You're welcome.