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[thestarspangledman]

[--So, students of Floodholme, here's a probably very familiar sight. Yeah, it's that one kid. The skinny little fiesty guy who's roommates with Tony Stark and Keeper for the Cockerel quidditch team. That kid that looks like he's gonna break in half every time a quaffle flies his way. (But his team still wins, so ...there.)

Anyway, Steve's in the infirmary, looking -- slightly bruised, to say the very least. He's recuperating from a fall off his broomstick from the last quidditch game, courtesy of a bludger smacked his way. He might sound a little hoarse and out of breath, too. But he's got a pile of schoolbooks around him, and is looking very determined.]

Tony? Could you bring me the transfiguration homework, maybe? ...Or, uh. [He pauses to clear his throat a little, with a wince.]

I dunno. If anyone wants to say hello, that's alright, too.


((OOC: Welcome to breach!Steve. He's bitty, a Keeper, prone to getting sick, and the most stubborn sonofabitch you will probably ever meet. He's also best friends with Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes, a decent student, and a pretty friendly guy despite his teeniness.))

Comments

[imfollowinghim]

Don't tell me you did anything to make it worse. [Hi Steve, have your Chaser bff being concerned because seriously dude why are you not more careful. :|]

[thestarspangledman]

No, just asthma. [Because he can totally Do Things, Bucky. :C]

[most_feared]

You still take a lickin' and keep on tickin', don't you Hondo? [Kay likes you, Steve. You're a tough little guy.] I could come by later if you want.

[thestarspangledman]

Sure. It's pretty boring up here.

[damnitjocelyn]

What the hell happened to you? [Guess who was not at the Quidditch match because it's dangerous and stupid. >C]

[thestarspangledman]

Uh. A bludger? [THE MOST SHEEPISH FACE.]

video;

[aggravating]

[That is one incredulous look coming at you, Steve.]

Did you walk into the door again or something? [But he's rolling his eyes and trying to hide a grin. Seriously, bro, you need to stop doing stupid things when you're like... a stick] Yeah, I got your homework. But I think being hospitalized is enough to give you an extension, poindexter.

video;

[thestarspangledman]

Yeah, well, I like to keep up anyway. [A pause.] Did you not go to the game?

House spirit rah rah

[no_fastolfe]

Hi, Steve, brought some copies of notes. And here's some woundwart from the herbology gardens, not the scary woodnymph gardens.

I don't suppose while you're laid up you'd like to read some leaflets about the ethical treatment of magically animated objects?

[The notes are real, magically copied to the perfect crossed tee, and collated.

Vasilia isn't a bad housemate. She's friendly, tries to socialize despite a vast, deep sea of Introvert... She just has her axes to grind and most of them involve artificial life.]

woo yeah go cockerel

[thestarspangledman]

...Uh. ...Sure? And thanks. [Sob, he doesn't want to be rude.]

[spam]

[notthatfondue]

[Someone thinks he's ridiculous for continuing to play the brutish game. Someone also pretends she's not concerned while watching until something stupid like that happens and then all bets are off...

That someone is also very determinedly making her way towards him in the infirmary as we speak, lips pressed in a line and a glare on her face.]

I swear to God, if you die in one of these matches I will kill you myself.

[spam]

[thestarspangledman]

[And this someone might be scrambling to hide some sketches he's been doodling while being really bored. But he laughs a little, which turns into a cough halfway through, holds up a finger until he gets his breath back.]

I'm not gonna die. Haven't yet, have I?

arthas is a beater on the shark team. can he have done that?

[darknessb4me]

Going to be alright for our match next week Rogers? Or are you just going to stay in the hospital and save yourself a trip?

Cockerel House represent >:|

[psychic_hotline]

Next week you're not getting the chance either way.

hell yeah he can!

[thestarspangledman]

I'll be fine. Don't you think you should be more concerned about your score, considering you lost this week, too?

[Spam]

[omar]

[Omar Little, notorious slacker, even more notorious thief, is here too, getting treated for some very inconvenient-looking boils, which have spread up over his neck and face from the gaudy scarf he's got draped over his shoulders.]

Damn -- what happen to you, boy?

[Spam]

[thestarspangledman]

[Steve is eyeing him somewhat warily.]

A bludger to my side happened. We won the match, though.

[thestarishere]

Well aren't you a persistent little bastard. I'd almost be impressed if you didn't already look like you'd blow away in a strong wind.

But I gotta say, you do make the games fun.

[That grin? Highly unpleasant.]

I'm thinking we should take bets on how long it takes you next time. You in?

[DO NOT TRUST THIS FACE, Steve. :/ ]

[thestarspangledman]

[--His jaw is setting in that particular way that means he's ready for a fight.]

I'm thinking you should maybe mind your business, Russo.

[rass_bestie]

[Peylix finds time to come in, bringing in a book that helped him in the transfiguration homework and hands it over.] Ok, there's got to be some loop hole that we can exploit to get you some kind of shielding.

Where's Health and Safety when you need them? [He's about as skinny as Steven, if a little taller and far too sensible to go Quidditch playing.]

[thestarspangledman]

Probably cleaning up an explosion or something. [He's grinning, though, and takes the book.]

I dunno, maybe Tony can figure something out. There's a bonus to having a genius for a roommate.

[hourglass_twin]

My health is as frail as yours, and yet I spend far less time in the infirmary. I wonder why that is?

Oh yeah, I don't go out looking to get hit with large, heavy objects.

It's kind of sad to watch. And funny. Like an ant trying to escape from a pitcher plant.

[thestarspangledman]

[A little bit of a sigh.]

Thanks, great to know I can be a source of entertainment.

[spam]

[smallestviper]

[Here's B, getting patched up for one of her usual injuries – this time it's just a nasty scrape on her knee. She's looking at Steve in admiring consternation.] I can't believe you fell off. The game wasn't even that rough.

[spam]

[thestarspangledman]

No, but the bludger aimed at my ribs might have had more to do with that. [But they still won, because yeah, Steve and Bucky are an awesome team.]

[lacksconviction]

Hey. Hard luck taking that fall last game. You tried.

[thestarspangledman]

....Uh, thanks? [Loki talking to him? WHAT DO. Usually he's lurking around hidden by Bucky or Tony whenever Loki's around.]