[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_oneswidow]

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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Re: Steve and Bucky

[st_ranger]

Bucky followed along. He was quiet as he made his way into the restaurant area. Bucky helped himself to a small plate of, well, chicken something. He didn't even know what it was. That and a large glass of something with alcohol and he was moving over to a small table in the corner. It was perfect for him, the same one he'd occupied when he had food with River. He could put his back to the wall and nobody could sneak up on him from behind.

When they were finally seated and somewhere with a bit more privacy, Bucky spoke to Steve, keeping his voice low. "Safe here. For now. Not on the run, no." He gave Steve a wry look. "Your friend wasn't very stealthy. He was easy to avoid."

Bucky frowned. "Not sure." It wasn't like they were back home. "Stark is here." He practically whispered the words to Steve. He'd been almost afraid to say them louder, but the weight of the words would outweigh his tone of voice or decibel level. He needed to know when Steve came from, especially after some of the things he'd heard from Tony and Peter.

Re: Steve and Bucky

[st_evengrantrogers]

"My friend?" Steve asked. Bucky wasn't making much sense--speaking in short, chopped sentences. Steve didn't mind so much, normally he could figure it all out... but he wanted more. Wanted to know what was going on, wanted to help where he could. He couldn't help unless he had the facts.

"Tony." Steve frowned just slightly. "Tony wasn't very stealthy?"