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Olivia Dunham ([personal profile] flip_the_lights) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-11-07 10:21 pm

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Well.

This is...unexpected.

This isn't anything like good, either, judging by Olivia's expression: an open mix of wariness and curiosity she makes no effort to hide. She glances over her shoulder to look at her apartment, turns back to the bar, then takes a slow step over the threshold. Brushing red hair aside, she touches a thick black cuff on her left ear.

"Fringe, this is Dunham," she says, low.

No response. Olivia looks up, tapping the cuff a little harder. "Fringe, come in."

Nothing.

"Shit," she mutters, and immediately drops her hand to a small aerosol can at her belt. At least she's already dressed, wearing her usual form-fitting leather clothes that reveal a slash of red fabric at her chest, and not, say, walking around the apartment in her underwear. Even better than a breach right outside her door? Would be facing that breach in nothing but a bra.



[ooc: mun is still pretty wiped from the election last night, so slowtimes may occur without warning. post is open until I say it's not!]
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-08 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
At a table nearby, Bucky glances up from his beer upon hearing a familiar voice.

Half a second later, he's straightened up fully, and is giving her a look that's half-started, half extremely appreciative.

"That's a new look for you, Agent Dunham. Working a case?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-09 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Sir?

Surprise flickers clearly in his expression, but he stays where he is, watching with interest.
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-11 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes narrow.

"Was there some reason we might not have been?" Thinking back to a previous conversation, he adds,

"Did all that Slender Man stuff destabilize the place?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-11 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
... something's wrong. He doesn't know what, he doesn't know how, but something's wrong.

There's no way Olivia would have forgotten that. Not unless something happened to her during it, and surely Steve would have heard if so, surely--

Bucky ignores the twist in his gut and uses the rush of adrenaline instead to sharpen his focus the way he does when he's looking to lock a target in his sights.

"You know, all those problems with the faceless guy from that Internet meme," he says, easily enough for someone who'd learned the terms just recently. "Sure was a shock to find out something like that could cross over and become real."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-12 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a disgruntled noise.

"I hope not. Once was plenty."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-14 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"There's plenty of weird here to go around," he replies, "or my name's not Jim Barnes."

Bucky pulls out a chair for her and gives her an engaging smile.

"Can I buy you a drink while we talk about it?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-14 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Make it Jim," he says, keeping his smile just as warm as before, even as hope sinks.

No reaction to the difference in his name, and "Mister," not "Sergeant." That clinches it. Something is very wrong here, and he's got to figure out what.

It can't be the Slender Man - Olivia was on their side. Is it that time's done something weird, like how Doyle comes in from ahead of him and Steve, and this is her first time in? No, or she'd have known him from before when he first met her, wouldn't she?

"I think that can be arranged." He flags down the nearest passing waitrat. "Tea for the lady, and coffee for me," he tells it.

"Is that what you were doing before?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Easier to get here than back home," he tells her, and follows her glance. "They take some getting used to, don't they?"

Bucky's thinking furiously, trying to remember everything Olivia had ever told him about her work before. He knows for damn sure coffee hadn't been a shock to her, which means... what?

"The division I work for covers some more eclectic cases. Including ones that involve other universes...I had some experience with the matter before I found the bar."



Recalling one particular phrase, he asks, casually,

"Red means a 'soft spot,' I take it?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-14 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"At least there's that," he agrees. "That happen to you guys a lot?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Brooklyn's not exactly out of town, last I checked."

His smile is warm and charming.

"Come on," he teases, "you know you guys inside Fringe Division know more about that sort of thing than most people do."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Amber. He's got no idea what she's talking about, but makes a mental note of the term anyway.

"Yeah, well, since when did you trust the news to tell the absolute truth?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

Concern's visible now; Bucky leans forward a little.

"I trust you, Olivia. You know I've got reason to."

Beat.

"You okay?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
He counters her question with a question of his own.

"You are Agent Olivia Dunham of the FBI's Fringe Division, right?"

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