6820/Interdimensional Space Nazis

Interdimensional Space Nazis
Date of Scene:	06 July 2021
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Steve Rogers, Sally Houki

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Steve Rogers has posed:
Mid-day, New York. Sometimes urgency demands cutting across the park, but sometimes it's just nice to take a stroll in the sunshine. Steve Rogers has an appointment-- dropping in on an old war buddy of his that doesn't get out much these days. And his care facility happens to be right next to a fair-sized park area. Steve's bike gets pulled into a lot nearby and he cuts across, staying to the sidewalk to avoid trampling the grass. It's an old habit.

The errand is already done, a stack of magazines dropped off along with making sure his friend's fridge is stocked with easily made meals. On his way back to the bike, Steve's mind is far away, thinking back on memories made eighty years beforehand. In jeans and a lightweight tee-shirt, he looks just like everyone else trying to beat the surprise summer heat. A ventilated ball cap and mirrored aviator shades give him a modicum of anonymity.

Sally Houki has posed:
The squeal is his first warning that he's been identified. It's a sound that someone like Captain Rogers is no doubt well acquainted with. It's the sound of utterly unashamed, enthusiastic fan-girling.

"OH MY GOSH," says a voice. A voice belonging to a slender, colorfully dressed girl with dyed pink hair and sunglasses herself. Very colorfully dressed. One could even call it 'eccentric', but then, fashion today is what it is, isn't it?

There is excited babbling and bounding over towards him. "Oh my god you ARE aren't you? I ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET YOU!" She is going to ruin his chance at anonymity and it takes a few seconds but she seems to realize it.
 % "Oh, uh. Sorry. I'm just ... you know. You're YOU and I got ahead of myself. I do that all the time."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve's reflexes are pretty good and he smoothly side-steps out of Sally's path of travel, making it look like he's just coming to a step rather than resettling his weight. His hand rises as well in a gesture that's equally friendly but also capable of stopping her cold if she gets into his personal space.

"Woah! Okay, hey there," Steve chuckles. "It's, uh, it's ok. Happens a lot. Nice to meet you," Steve tells the enthusiastic fan. She's given a fast, flickering up and down, and he looks over both shoulders to make sure no one ELSE is running up on him.

"Always nice to meet a fan. I'm Steve," he says, and finally offers her a handshake in greeting. "Can you walk and talk? I'm a little late for work," he suggests, and gestures at the footpath.

Sally Houki has posed:
She didn't invade his personal space. No doubt thinking better of her approach contributed to that, but it isn't like his smooth motions didn't help remind her of how close she got to doing it in the first place.

"I BET. You probably get tired of it." She wiggles her fingers in his direction, "Hiiii. I'm Sally! It's so cool to meet you!" She whirls to move beside him, but keeps a good length between them.

"Boy can I ever. ALl I *do* is walk and talk somedays," she explains, "It's like I'm trapped in an eternal Aaron Sorkin moment!" She lays a finger on her chin in thought. "I'm, like ... not interrupting some super important business, am I? I mean -- your, you know, 'work'."

She clears her throat, an expression of brief flusterment crossing her face. Sally, don't make a fool of yourself in front of one of your heroes!

Steve Rogers has posed:
"No, it's, uh..." Steve chuckles. "It's fine. I'm just on my way back from an errand, is all. Visiting an old Army buddy on my lunch break." He slows his pace down, just a little, so Sally's not forced to jog to keep up with him. "It's nice to meet you, Sally. It's a school day, isn't it?" Steve asks. "Sorry, I mean, it's just-- you look like you're still in school, and I don't want to be responsible for you being late for class. Teachers really hate that excuse. 'The Avengers made me late'. Back in my day it was 'the dog ate my homework'," he says, with an amused sympathy.

Sally Houki has posed:
The mention of 'old army buddy' makes Sally's face fall in sympathy.

"I can't imagine how difficult that must be." It's not as if Cap's 'story' isn't known. He's probably heard such expressions countless times before and she seems to realize it, but then her brain catches up to what he says next and she bursts out laughing.

"I'm not THAT young, Captain Rogers. I'm in my late twenties," a beat, "approximately." She raises a finger to her lip, seemingly lost in thought. Does she .. not know how old she is? The considering look on her face, the furrowed brow. Those look genuine, but then, so does the brilliant smile that flashes thereafter.

"You're not making me late for any important things, anyway. I think." Another pause.

"Nope, nothing important. I can imagine there's never enough hours in the day for someone like you, though! So are ... you okay?" She asks after a moment.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"My mistake, miss," Steve tells Sally with a sincere contrition. "Sorry, ages... I get that wrong a lot." He's trying to be polite; Sally doesn't show any outward hostility and the superhuman Type A+ personality is something he's encountered more than a few times in his immediate social circle.

Plus, she does seem genuinely friendly.

"And yeah, I'm OK. Just hard seeing a friend laid up like that," Steve tells her. "He used to be a real runner. Could sprint the hundred meter dash like a rabbit. Now he has a hard time getting to his fridge for a meal."

He looks over at Sally and forces a smile. "Sorry, I'm being a downer," he apologizes. "But I really can't stay long. Can I... is there something you wanted signed? Or did you want to get a selfie?" he suggests. The social media habits of modern GenZ aren't lost on him, it seems, and he clearly doesn't want Sally to think he's giving her the brushoff.

Sally Houki has posed:
"Oh, no," says Sally.

"No, I mean, I don't need anything signed. Just meeting you is enough. And maybe -- maybe there's something I can do to cheer you up! I mean, what kind of American would I be if I didn't do something to cheer up Captain America and see to it that he has a good day?" She steps back from him, moving to the side and away, towards a slightly more open area, "Just a second! I have JUST the trick! It'll be GREAT!"

She gives herself a shake out, as if she's about to limber up.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"-A- trick? One trick," Steve bargains. "Okay, one trick, go ahead." He gets off the footpath so he's not blocking it from anyone passing by, and there's an amused, tolerant smile on his face. No matter what Sally *says*, he has a hard time not seeing her as a particularly vivacious kid, and she looks like she's gonna do her best to show off to a beloved hero.

And who would Steve Rogers really be if he did anything less than encourage her to be the best person she can be?

Sally Houki has posed:
"It'll be the *best* trick and it'll be full of all the Nazis you can punch!"

Wait, what?

Sally's focus is uinterruptible for a moment before she reaches a hand up and then down and in a single slice creates a thin, black line through the sky in front of her, which proceeds to tear open into a gap in the fabric of reality itself. Steve's old hat enough to recognize a portal when he sees one.

She turns, gives him a big thumbs up.

"Now I'm gonna tell my momma that I'm a traveller, I'm gonna follow the fun," she explains, sing-songing the lyrics to a particular Parov Stellar song. She got one word wroing, but that might be intentional.

She gives him a huge thumbs up, failing to notice what his likely expression is. She'd say something more, but ...

... that's when the portal swirls, grows, and something *bursts* through it. Something large and metal. She's yanked right under the treads of the battle-tank that just exploded onto the scene. Because that's what it is. A battle tank. Not just any advanced, science-fiction battle tank, but rather, one covered in nazi symbols and, of course, a ridiculous number of Nazi flags. Great eye-stalks on tentacles observe every portion of the park around it. Over a loudspeaker internal to it, Deutchland Uber Alles is playing, accompanied by a voice yelling in German.

It's not as if the words aren't obvious to those who *don't* speak German, and the good Captain has heard this particular speech before, more or less, in plenty of other situations. Something something, this world is now being claimed by the Greater Dimensional Reich. The eyestalks are swinging around. Slwoly. Observing. Until they fix on Steve. The voice stops.

... the music stops.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve's jaw hits the floor. "Holy shit," he splutters. The kid's gone-- dead-- just that fast. And a lumbering German tank is crawling across the grass, with the smell of smoke and death filling the park as it emanates from the portal.

There's all of a half-second of hesitation and Steve sprints. He starts running hard and fast, at a 45 degree angle towards the tank. He's dealt with enough of them to know where the blind spots are and how fast the Germans can maneuver. Steve rushes past one set of treads, and leaps onto the vehicle with a spectacular jump that puts him near the exhaust ports blowing smoke and diesel fumes out behind the heavy vehicle.

Sally Houki has posed:
"For a generation, we waited for someone to open a portal to our dimension and now we are here, at last, able to bring the glory to the Reich and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA?"

*translated from the original German*

The sprinting is also a kind of dead give away and the Battle Tank, already starting to slowly creak back towards the portal because holy shit it's Captain America, can't quite make it in time to stop him from vaulting onto it. It's just the sort of thing he's done countless times before, and they know it.

There's a lot of garbled 'nein nein!' and shouting and lots of smoke. Most importantly, there is terror. A lot of terror.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Tanks are meant to fight tanks. They're terrifying to infantry because they run guys over and smash through buildings. But if you're fast and nimble, they're a vehicle, and like any vehicle they're vulnerable if you know where to hit.

Steve gets behind the rear plates and kicks one of the hatches repeatedly. It's enough to loosen a vent and he jams his pistol into the engine block and starts shooting. An explosive round would have bounced off but Steve's pistol is small enough to get in the cracks. The engine *clunks*, rattles, and then starts wheezing. The exhaust smoke gets a lot dirtier. That's when Steve climbs back up the vehicle, grabs one of the ventilation chimneys and bends it with his bare hands so it's now sucking in all those black fumes and smoke directly to the cab, where the soldiers might otherwise feel safest.

Sally Houki has posed:
It absolutely works. A tank is a tank. Even a Future Tank has flaws, and strangely, these flaws seem fairly pronounced. Obvious. There's a lot of hacking and coughing and 'oh no' and, welp, it isn't long before they're desperately trying to open their hatches and they all know what's going to come next, like it or not.

Meanwhile, as the tank continues to roll backwards into the portal (slowly, and even slower now that the engine is damaged, and it might not even manage to make it all the way through thanks to the Captain's quick trhinking) there is is a gasp from down below and there is a colorfully dressed girl (covered in blood but apparently no worse for wear) sitting in the path of the treadmills.

"Wow," she says, "that's like ... NEVER happened before."

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Don't move. Don't move!" Steve drops to the ground and keeps a wary eye on the tank, and with an agile zig-zag movement he dashes to Sally's side and putting himself between her and the hellscape she's opened up.

"You need to lie back and wait for the EMTs," Steve tells Sally, and tries to get her to do just that. "You might have broken a rib or something and moving around, you'll puncture organs and bleed out."