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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.

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"Yeah, almost a year coming up, actually. Fun times." That last part didn't sound as enthusiastic as it should have sounded.

"You already have someone do the whole 'you can't leave, this place is like being on drugs in prison'?"

A year? . Steve couldn't stay here for a year. He had to find Bucky. He had missions to lead, people to save, things to do. The idea that he was stuck here indefinitely wasn't an easy thing to swallow.

"Yes. Though, I'm not sure how much of it I believe." So far he'd only met this young man and Caroline, and it seemed like they both believed the same thing. Steve wasn't sure he believed it. He didn't know how to swallow it. "You must believe it, if you've been here for a year now."

"Believe it, sure. Happy about it, nope." He shrugged. "I've been trying different ways to get out, but so far, none of them seemed to work. I'm still pretty sold on the idea this place is some sort of training ground or observation bullshit. Bring a bunch of people who are special in some way. See how they react to different things. Let the shoe drop eventually - whatever that happens to be."

"Special in some way?" Steve asked, repeating the young man's words to him. Did this man know that Steve was special? Was everyone here some kind of special or another? "In what way?"

He shrugged again. "Depends on the person. Some people here can do things. Some home super strength, others can create portals, some are really good at singing. Oh, and a lot do magic. Yeah, that exists here." To which Alec had, for a long time, denied. "Or if they don't have some sort of thing interesting about themselves, their situations are. Like knowing aliens or being undead."

Yep. He was throwing all of that info at you at once, sir. You're welcome.

Wow.

Steve let it all sink in for a moment. Aliens he could swallow. Super powers, sure. Create portals? Yeah, okay. But undead? The undead undead? That was a weird pill to take.

"What category do you fit into?"

"Have the fun is finding that out." He winked and looked more smug than he probably should have. Alec was a bit of an asshole sometimes, though there might be a few hints in at least the military lingo he tended to use. "A couple of days ago there was an incursion here. You missed out on all the fun. Flying bone dragon and mummies."

"An incursion?" Steve asked, folding his arms across his chest. Finally, language he could get behind. This place was totally different from his world, but if there were battles and things, that was right up Steve's alley. He was, after all, a soldier first and foremost.

"The Inn was attacked by a flying bone dragon and mummies?" He asked--that part was a little less up Steve's alley. Battle he could do, but that was a bit more fantastical than he was used to.

He nodded. "Yeah, and a bunch of zombies and skeletons and who-knows-what-else... I'm sure they all have names, but I was more busy killing them. Seemed like something out of a fantasy movie if you ask me."

Steve was torn between believing anything was possible (he was magically kidnapped, right?) and thinking this guy had some kind of... mental illness. He was leaning toward believing, though. Which was certainly saying something.

"Zombies, too, eh?" Now Steve was wondering where he could get his hands on some pistols. And he was certainly happy that he had his shield with him.

He nodded. "It's the first time this ever happened since anyone's been here... So not sure why it happened."

He casually took in Steve's demeanour. "You're taking this better than some people. You have weird crap at home too?"

Steve gave a soft chuckle at that. "That's not exactly how I'd put it, but... yeah, I guess you could call it that." Steve lived in a world where supernatural powers and aliens were a run-of-the-mill thing, but to your every day, average Joe? Those things were not necessarily normal. And Steve would fight to his dying breath to protect people from it all.

Now he was stuck here. Where he couldn't protect and serve the way he wanted to. He'd have to figure something else out.

"I guess I'm just a roll with the punches kinda guy."

"Uh huh." Somehow Alec felt annoyed. Like maybe this guy was too nice for some reason. No one was this nice in real life.

"You got a name?" He could feel himself being scolded by both Corbie and Peter. "I'm Alec." That was better, right?

"Steve." Steve offered the man up his hand to shake. It was the proper thing to do, right? When one was introducing himself.

"Steve Rogers."

He shook Steve's hand - his grip noticeably stronger than an average man's.

He paused. He knew that name. Peter wouldn't stop talking about that name. "Captain America, right? Avengers? yadda yadda."

What the hell was with the influx of superhero weiros lately?

Steve also had a firm grip, but he was good about not applying too much pressure. Very careful, very practiced. Though, that was probably obvious in the way he shook.

"Yes, that's me." Steve was proud of his name--his code name. It wasn't something he hid behind the way some superheroes hid behind masks. "How do you know about Captain America?" They'd already established they were from different worlds.

"I'm roommates with an obbsessed fan. If there was a costume of you here I'm sure he'd dress up in it." He smirked a little, but even if it was a hyperbole, Alec was a little convinced it was true.

"Lots of you from back showing up here lately."

"Ah, I see." Steve actually blushed a little at the idea of a costume of himself. He couldn't really wrap his head around it, though he was pretty sure it was possible.

"Who else is around from my world?"

"Hard to say-" That was a lie, Alec had Eidetic memory so he knew exactly who was here and who wasn't. His training wouldn't let him not know either. "An moron who thinks he should be called Star-Lord and his talking Raccoon friend... Thor and his brother with the greasy hair. Some others." He made a vague gesture. "Most of them with ridiculous superhero names.. I mean, what is with that? Is that a necessity to fight crime in your world?"

Steve didn't know Star-Lord or a talking Raccoon, but he didn't think it was too far out of the span of things. One of his good friends turned into The Hulk, so how far off was a talking raccoon?

"No, but a way to hide a person's identity, I suppose. I think everyone in my world knew I was Captain America." Weird how it came out so easily in the past tense.

"Good disguise." He deadpanned while nodding, though Alec could practically feel Peter's glare from wherever he was in the inn at that moment. Inwardly, he sighed.

"Anyways, if you have an questions, I can probably answer them. As long as you have no real desire to convince the teenagers of this place to go play super hero and get themselves killed, you and I are probably going to be fine."

Steve wasn't sure if his codename was really a disguise, per se. Nor was Tony's handle. But there were others who kept their identities a secret. He shrugged, though, good-naturedly, and moved on.

"That's mighty kind of you. Thank you. I just might have to take you up on the offer." Steve chuckled softly. "No desire there. I don't want anyone getting themselves killed."

He nodded. "Then we're on the same page" Even if occasionally Alec wanted Quill and Rocket to get terrible maimed somehow.

(ooc: fade here?)

(ooc: fade works for me! ^_^)

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