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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
In all his years believing weird things, ghosts had never been one of them.
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
She refilled his drink. It seemed necessary. "You know, you still haven't told me your name."
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
There was something a little refreshing about someone not knowing who he was. He smiled as he sipped again, then set the glass down. His body's metabolism was so fast thanks to the super soldier serum, that he didn't really feel much from the alcohol anymore unless he drank a ton. So he was still perfectly sober, even a large glass and a half in.
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
"Welcome to the inn, Steve." Caroline saluted him with her glass. "You can get meals in the cafe - if it's not chicken, a guest cooked it, probably Emma. There's a store and a gift shop for clothes and toiletries. You've got the basics of those in your basket. And if you ever want to find me again, I'm usually in the office here. Regina and I keep the admin side running. There's more I could tell you about the place but that's where I usually feel like people have a good enough base for the next 12 hours."
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
damngosh darn bike. They must have it around here somewhere."I don't want to keep you. Sounds like you've got a busy day." Helping all the new people figure out what the heck was going on. Even if Steve didn't believe it exactly. He was coming around slowly. "It was really nice meeting you, Caroline."
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
Re: Assigned Threads - Steve Rogers & Caroline Forbes
"Thank you for the welcome, Caroline." He shook his head to communicate he had no intentions of being a stranger.