First entrance

[venturedean]

It's been a rough few days in Dean's world. His family's been chased all over southern California, the front yard is full of dead guys (and clones), his dad is off somewhere being interrogated, and their bodyguard is...

... Well, no one seems to know where he is. Or if they do, they're not telling.

So when he sneaks off to find something to read and ends up somewhere that is definitely not his bedroom, it's really just more of the same.

"Oh come on! Seriously?"

Someone should probably calm the kid down.

[ooc: slowtimed for the night, but open for tags as long as it's on the main page.]

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[nerves_of_ice]

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!]

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[mix_it_up]

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