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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.
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The woman he'd met had been helpful, if a bit troubling. She'd been able to give him the information that he needed, most of it anyway. He even wouldn't mind speaking with her again. He still wasn't sure about her, but he could relate to her on some level. They both were running from something. Tony, on the other hand, was not someone he has planned to run into. That was why Bucky was skittish. While he had not been hurt, the potential for it was there. If he could, he would surely give Stark a wide birth as much as he could.
Shrugging his shoulders, Bucky turned and made his way through the rest of the hotel. He would need to find his room, eventually. He had no idea who else he would run into in this mad place.
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A new person.
But not just any new person, a new person he knew.
Knew may have been a bit generous. The two of them had fought on opposite sides in Berlin. All Peter knew of him was that he was tough and strong and had a metal hand and was probably one of Cap's friends if he was fighting on his side.
Maybe he wouldn't have remembered him nearly as well as he did if he didn't have the metal arm. Or if he hadn't had Karen replay the whole fight in Berlin for him on the regular. But Peter was certain of it: this was definitely that guy he was fighting alongside the Falcon. The one whose identity was of much speculation on the superhero subreddit.
"Hey!" Peter says cheerily, trying to bite back the urge to start gushing about his arm right off the bat. He quickly pads towards Bucky, closing the space between them, and stops before he gets too close.
"You're new here, right? I'm Peter," he says, extending a hand for Bucky to shake. "Peter Parker."
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"I... Am?" Hesitantly, he reached out his good hand to Peter. "Bu..." He sighed. He was still hesitant to use his name, afraid people would find him. Knowing Tony was here, he wondered if it was just a lost cause at this point. "Bucky Barnes," he murmured.
He gave the kid a firm shake, trying not to squeeze too hard. "You... You live here too?"
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He thought about something Stark said. "You're from the future." It wasn't a question. Peter, whoever he was, clearly knew him. He even knew about his metal arm, strangely. "It... It's just an arm?" It really wasn't just anything, but he suddenly felt self conscious about it. It was different when he was fighting with it.
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So Peter assesses.
"There's been a lot of advancements in prosthetics over the last couple of years," he says. "Some of them are even being published online and 3D-printed. But your articulation is so natural. It's like holding a real hand."
Peter finally relinquishes his hold on Bucky's hand. He remembers seeing Bucky in Berlin, but there was definitely something familiar about his name that he couldn't quite place.
"What time are you from?" Peter asks.
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Bucky and Loki
And sure enough! Interest presented itself early in the form of one of the new arrivals, and not just that: one who voluntarily separated himself from the herd. Loki recognized much of the way he moved, checking corners and watching everything: that was training. And of course, the metal arm added to the danger. And yet, the man practically bled worry, fear, anxiety.
Loki dropped his invisibility just inside of the man's peripheral vision. Not technically sneaking, but not exactly calculated to be soothing. When one expected something to happen, it was almost comforting when something did, even if it was a small thing. It made the anxiety familiar. "It may take a week or so to learn where everything is here. Are you looking for something in particular?"
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He blinked, feeling a tingle around him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like he wasn't alone. It was his training, for preparing the unexpected attack. He turned, suddenly, arms raised as if to grab whoever was behind him. He stopped himself just at the last second, remembering that he needed to not attack everyone in this hotel, as much as he wanted to. People behind him were just that, not necessarily trying to get the jump on him.
"No," he murmured. "I..." Bucky hesitated. "They don't really give you a map, do they?" Bucky eyed the man in front of him, taking in his appearance with a curious expression. "Just... Trying to get acclimated." A pause. "Settled."
Bucky raised his human hand and motioned around him. "Is this place always so... busy?" He wasn't sure that was the right word. "I think I should just try to find my room. Or a drink." Even if he couldn't get drunk, he could feign it.
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"My understanding is that arrival days are busy, but for the most part it's a fairly sleepy sort of place." Which was likely to be worse, if he judged the man's instincts right. He wasn't used to a quiet life and might not settle in unless he had similar prison experience to Loki. Which wasn't impossible. "But both your room and a drink can be managed quite easily, I think. Do you know which room we're looking for?" Also a good ploy: assume inclusion even if you haven't been invited.
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Arrival days. He had arrived. Why had it been so easy for him to believe he was the only one? "I've already seen strange people and watched a mirror shatter, so, not really quiet." He turned, looking around the room again. Slowly, Bucky pulled the key out of his pocket. "204." Bucky turned back to Loki, shrugging his shoulders. While he wasn't sure he trusted this man, he wondered if he could use him to his advantage.
"Can you show me the way?"
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Loki turned and started to walk, casually putting his back to the metal-armed man and beckoning an easy follow-me. A trusting sort of gesture, which would help sell him as something like harmless while also putting himself at virtually no real risk. Win-win. "What happened to the mirror?"
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About the only the thing new guy walking down the corridor had in common with Felix was being a guy and the corpse-white skin that'd made Mildmay and Felix both stand out Mélusine, but was the norm around here. If anything, he reminded Mildmay more of himself when he got spooked. Trying to watch out for everything at once, braced for something bad to happen at any time.
Looking up from the atlas in his lap, he didn't smile – the scar running the left side of his face from lip to hairline meant he never smiled – but he was relaxed at least. "Learning your way around?" he asked, the words slow, careful not to slur too much to be understood.
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"I am." He blinked, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "This place is... It's off putting. Or the... Situation is?" He still wasn't sure about it all, but he was trying to get there. The idea that he couldn't go home again gave him the most pause.
"Looking for something," he asked, motioning to the atlas.
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"I like maps." Going back to the guy's question was easier. And maybe a reason Mildmay'd picked an atlas if he was gonna have a book out in public. "And where I come from, it ain't, it ain't the world this place is supposed to be from."
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He had to admit, he liked maps too. "The information is factual. Resolute. Doesn't change. Very few variables." He turned to Mildmay, nodding his head. "She said we were out of time and space. Wouldn't be in any atlas." He frowned, hating the idea of just being stuck somewhere that nobody would ever find them.
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She who, he wondered but didn't ask. There were lots of women here who helped with the new arrivals. He flipped to a map of California. One finger, the back of it spider webbed with the hair thin scars of a knife fighter who'd lived, came down on a point roughly a third of the way up. "Out of time and space, yeah. But when it wasn't, where we are now woulda been here. A place called California. In the... United States. Do you have them where you're from?" 'Cause Mildmay didn't.
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After a few conversations with the local residents, and spending part of the day walking as far as he could in every direction, Steve had started to come to terms with his current situation. As much as one could. He’d tried getting his cell phone to work, but having left the charger back at his motel in Los Angeles, he was rapidly running out of batteries. There were phones at the hotel, but none of them connected to any numbers he remembered.
Steve had to figure out what to do. But he also had to survive. Eating, sleeping, and connecting with other people were his top priorities while he wrapped his head around this new, whole mess.
So he was outside the restaurant looking at the day’s specials. “Roast chicken,” he read aloud. He wondered if there were vegetables available. Or bread. Or anything besides chicken. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a shiver went down his spine.
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He froze when he saw him there as well. Why did he think he would be able to escape Steve Rogers?
Bucky stared, not sure if he even wanted to approach Steve. He knew that Steve was Steve and he was almost like a mountie or ranger, someone who never stopped until the got their man, regardless of his innocence. He'd been hard to avoid, stepping left and right, trying to give Steve and the others the slip, always moving to another safe house before Steve and his falcon could find him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to get away this time. So he stood there, waiting to see what Steve would do. He really didn't want to make the first move. A part of him still really wanted to run.
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"Buck?" He asked as he turned his body completely and took a step forward. "Is... is that you?"
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His eyes move down, glancing at the floor as he struggles not to take a step backward. Steve gets closer, approaching him and he doesn't know how to react. He's shy, nervous even. He had not want to be found, but this place just keeps making sure everyone would find him.
"You... You're the man from the museum," he tries to say.
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The Bucky in front of him looked a little better than the one he'd battled on the airship--the one who had pulled him out of the river, then fled. The one he'd imagined finding. This Bucky still looked terrified--like a mangey hare about to take off at any moment. Steve didn't want that. He wanted his friend back. He'd do whatever it took.
"Yes. Well. Yes, there's a museum." He admitted it sheepishly. "What do you mean... I used to call...?"
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What she had not done, because she felt it would dishonor her departed friends, was veil herself, although she most often did on check-in days so not to frighten the newcomers. She had not intended to stay long, nor did she, but as she left the front lawn, she had immediate cause to regret her choice not to veil, for there before her was a newcomer, one with sad but pretty eyes, who looked about as though he mistrusted everything he saw.
She could drop a veil over her Tiefling form, but to do so would likely only challenge his perception of reality more. In lieu of attempting deceit, she softened into a gentle smile (one that did not show her fangs), and paused to thank Mystra that her dress obscured most of her inhuman legs, if not her tail.
"Hello. You are new, I think. I am Lillith. Please do not be frightened. I mean you no harm."
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He was trapped.
Tempted to just go to his room and disappear, Bucky turned and came face to face with Lillith. He tried to smile for her, tried not to look as awkward as he felt. At least, with the others, they had all appeared human. This one, there was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. It wasn't just the pale skin or the eyes, but the fact that she opened with the fact she didn't want to hurt him.
How badly could she hurt him?
"Bu... Bucky." He nodded his head, trying to keep his features neutral. "I... Okay." He nodded his head. "Yeah, I... New. Uh, as of today." He looked around the room, then back at her. "You're not, huh?"
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He was trying not to stare, but she understood. A Tiefling with her horns and fangs, claws and hooves and tail, was an unusual sight for most everyone. An albino Tiefling...she was doubly marked.
"I am not new and I do not often appear in public on arrival days such as today, so not to frighten the new arrivals. But I had need of listening to Curnen's song. I apologize that I have caught you off-guard. Would you like for me to appear to you as a human?"
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"I... I don't know what demon you think you look like. To me, you look like one of those things out of mythology." And to him, those things weren't demons. "I... You, er... You're pretty."
Shaking his head, Bucky looked at anywhere but her. "So, the song..." His shoulders slump a little as he relaxes around her. "The song. I... I heard it. It was beautiful, but I didn't know where it was coming from," he murmured.
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