log 009, filtered from Peggy

[thestarspangledman]

[Well, it took a while, but he's finally managed to figure out how to filter things from people and not just to people. Steve's place of choice for the day is the art room, settled into a corner with his sketchpad and pencils. He looks a little embarrassed, but -- there's no Bucky here for him to ask about this kind of thing.]

So, uh -- I don't know how many of you noticed, but I'm not...exactly a ladies' man. But I owe a certain lady a dance; promised her one back home, actually. I just, uh, want to make it special, I suppose. And there's no Stork Club around here to do that in.

So what I'm trying to say is -- does anyone have any, um, tips? For this sort of thing? ...Or if you could point me to some good music, say...Glenn Miller or Benny Goodman or someone, that'd be appreciated, too. So, uh. Thanks.

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Threadjack

[lacksconviction]

Not his battle gear! It happens to be most colourful and flattering!

Threadjack

[thestarspangledman]

....She's already seen my shield, and why are you -- [Ugh. Loki, he's just. Not going to finish that question, you jerk.]

Threadjack

[aggravating]

She's seen you in spandex, Cap.

You might as well show up naked, after that.

[Useless comment is useless]

[thestarspangledman]

...I -- no. It wasn't exactly spandex in the 40s.

[aggravating]

I've seen the reels, Cap.

[God he loves making fun of people]

Maybe not spandex, but it was a pretty good substitute.

[lacksconviction]

If the fabric has been changed then you are quite obligated to show her your renewed attire!

[thestarspangledman]

No, I'm not.

Threadjack

[lacksconviction]

You require guidance!

And although I sense you feel some mistrust for me, I truly admire your accomplishments, and wish to assist you in any way I can.

[thestarspangledman]

I trust you about as far as I can throw you, pal. [....Which is kind of far, considering it's Steve, but. DETAILS.]

[lacksconviction]

I only wish I could fathom why that is.

Tony likes me.

[aka: TEE HEE STEALIN' YOUR FRIEND C:]

[thestarspangledman]

[This is a snarl.] You know damn well why that is.

[lacksconviction]

Perhaps it's something you would do better to explain to me in person?

[aka: I kind of want to have a hideous supervillain argument with you, but I don't want it to be saved in anyone's journal...]

[thestarspangledman]

Not unless you feel like having your head meet a wall.

[lacksconviction]

I'm a dead man, and a prisoner here, and you threaten me with unprovoked violence?

And here I had been told you were a man of honour...

[thestarspangledman]

[...Yeah, Loki, he's ignoring you now.]

[persuadeyou]

Which I'm betting is pretty far. [NEUTRAL but with leanings toward Loki PLAY ALONG C:]

[thestarspangledman]

....Not exactly what I meant, but -- sure. [UGH. If he has to. :c He hates pretending this kind of thing, man.]

[persuadeyou]

[She will teach you, young padawan. 8)] Who knows, maybe that's good dating advice on Asgard.

[thestarspangledman]

I don't give a damn about Asgard.

[persuadeyou]

You know, you're going to be in close quarters with an Asgardian for a while, it looks like. Might want to start giving one.

At least half of one.

Threadjack

[umgekehrt]

I don't think it's wise all the same. Besides, dress isn't in question.

I can't help with music, Captain, and the only dance I know is an Aznir waltz, but I'll help clear furniture if you take one of the common rooms. Though there's the deck, likely a bit better for the purpose.

[thestarspangledman]

I'm still trying to work out where, but thanks for the offer.