Cells Round Up, Part I

[redintheledger]

[Out in the cells:

Natasha and Bucky finally shouttalk things over. Some things. It's a start, anyway.

A disappointed X comes by to see both Natasha and Bucky because birds of a brainwashed former-assassin feather stick together (even if two of them had been actually very stupid)*.

Baby introduces herself to the pair and it goes about as well as can be expected.

After hearing about his best friend's sentence, Steve rushes over to keep Bucky company, and they end up playing cards.



*contains references and allusions to experimentation and trauma]

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[hecu_marine]

The boxsplosion has been dealt with, and Shephard thanked Kanaya appropriately before taking his various Christmas gifts home. Except the mug- he's keeping that in one of the abstracted pockets of the jacket Kanaya gave him a while back, as he intends to make a point of using it where people can see. He's not drinking now, though. Alene, one of Mrs. Wilson's first litter, insisted on following him when he started putting things away, so she's trotting happily along behind him as he heads out to the target range. It's been a while since he's been able to get in any time with a bow, and he's got some recently fletched and tipped arrows to test out anyway. Best to have one of the houndeyes around in case someone- not naming any names, but they're probably French- wanders through. Again.

He'll be happy to talk in between flights, though.

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[just_cant_lose]

 

As entrances to Milliways go, this is one of the more unprepossessing. A man stumbles through the door in slacks and T-shirt (a particular brand of underwear showing above his waistband); despite the fairly well-groomed hair and care with his appearance, he still seems a little crumpled and ungainly. The door swings near someone, and he instantly apologises before standing almost straight and looking around.

(Interesting.)

 

'...oh. Um.

...oh.'

Well, this is new. Jim likes new. 


[OOC: Note on playing with Jim here. If more than one person tags, could we please only have one intro thread? Anything after the first will find him either sitting a little nervously at the bar, or gazing in wonder out of the observation window. Thanks! :D]

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[the_cupbearer]

There is in Milliways an immortal who is busy looking over papers and setting the affairs contained on them in order for an absence of his; at his elbow there's a large mug of coffee, brewed strong and black, but he's not drinking it.

No, on the contrary it has cinnamon sticks, black peppercorns, cloves and cumin powder in it, and while the smell is very aromatic, the taste isn't very good at all. But it serves its purpose as he's mixing henna dye paste, testing the mix every few minutes to see how easily and darkly it dyes. Depending on when you come by, he may be in progress of a tattoo on one arm, or he may be simply sitting back with his eyes shut with a tiny electronic cigarette sticking out of his pocket.