James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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milliways_bar2012-11-19 08:40 pm
nerves_of_ice) wrote in milliways_bar2012-11-19 08:40 pm
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When Bucky reports for KP as ordered, he finds to his bemusement that the Milliways kitchen (at least during the major meal shifts) is run by a small team of rats. He does his best to explain his sentence to the one who seems to be orchestrating everything while waving a wooden spoon.
Either they understand him better than he does them, or it's not the first time someone's been sent down for this kind of service. He suspects it's the latter.
Eventually it all gets sorted out, and Bucky finds himself with instructions to bus tables and wash dishes as needed. One of the rats brings him a large industrial apron; after a couple of minutes of protest, he gives up and ties it on over his fatigues, grateful that he's only wearing an army-issue shirt and pants, but not his jacket.
Whistling cheerfully, he sets to work, alternating between washing up each batch of dishes in the kitchen by making rounds through the bar to clear tables.
[ooc: Bucky's sentence is a week long, and hence this post is open all week! Catch him in the kitchen, in the bar, or anywhere in between. All tags will be answered, with occasional breaks for needs of the mun's RL schedule. Thanks!]
Either they understand him better than he does them, or it's not the first time someone's been sent down for this kind of service. He suspects it's the latter.
Eventually it all gets sorted out, and Bucky finds himself with instructions to bus tables and wash dishes as needed. One of the rats brings him a large industrial apron; after a couple of minutes of protest, he gives up and ties it on over his fatigues, grateful that he's only wearing an army-issue shirt and pants, but not his jacket.
Whistling cheerfully, he sets to work, alternating between washing up each batch of dishes in the kitchen by making rounds through the bar to clear tables.
[ooc: Bucky's sentence is a week long, and hence this post is open all week! Catch him in the kitchen, in the bar, or anywhere in between. All tags will be answered, with occasional breaks for needs of the mun's RL schedule. Thanks!]
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"Yeah, you can stay. Not that there'd be any kicking out of the guy who actually got shots off against the Slenderman. Effective or not, that must have felt good."
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"Even though I wasn't the one to take him down, I'm just glad he's gone."
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He sounds a bit sour as he mentions the Loompas.
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His is a rueful expression, that is until cleaning crew finds purchase in his mind.
"The Loompas? Oh crap, what happened to the Loompas?"
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"They ended up as agents for the Slender Man."
A beat.
"Do they always have all that kind of stuff set up in people's rooms? Moving panels and hidden entrances and stuff in the walls?"
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Because...the Slenderman wasn't horrific enough before.
His mouth goes dry.
"Yeah, that's pretty much how they operate, yeah."
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A beat.
"I should probably tell you, since they work for you and all... I shot one of them when they came after me."
He sounds even more sour than before.
"Didn't kill him, though."
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Mike repeats it on the off chance he misheard.
"With a gun."
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He shrugs his right shoulder, as if testing the weight of a weapon that's not there.
"I warned them first."
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Goodness knows Mike didn't, when he was warned. He doesn't realize he's doing it, but his right hands comes up to rub at his left shoulder.
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His glance follows the motion.
"Did you get hit?"
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"I did, yeah. I've decided not to do that again."
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"Probably a good plan."
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"Anyway, figured you should know, in case anyone decides to hold a grudge."
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"I'm going to have to go talk to them, aren't I?"
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Bucky looks a little alarmed by this.
"Don't feel you have to on my account, if it's a problem, man."
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He grimaces again.
"Especially when they're using night-sight equipment and throwing bolos."
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Those faces Bucky was making before? They've got nothing on the one he's making now.
"I did see that, actually. From the inside of my own bar."
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"...no way."
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