Sunshine's talk with Urquhart the other morning had made her realize something - it's only late September back home, and if the time discrepancies continue, winter might be over in Milliways before winter even starts in New Arcadia. There's no reason for her to worry about how to pay for new coats and winter things to keep at Milliways when she has totally workable sweaters and coats at home.
So Rae comes in this evening from her living room, loaded down. There's a duffel bag stuffed full of sweaters and layers and leggings, a pair of snow boots (bright green, as though to rub it in winter's face that spring's getting nearer every day), and a red wool peacoat draped over her arm. It's not often that she brings clothes from home, but she also doesn't want to be caught without something she might need - heavy burdens are a hazard.
Sunshine has to stop at the nearest table to adjust her grip on the duffel's strap (she'd been losing feeling in some of her fingers). As she shakes out her hand, a spot of color on the otherwise beige bulletin board catches her eye.
Oh, it's one of those flowers Bucky and Steve had been wearing for Remembrance Day, in honor of those who died...
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES 1918-1944
Rae doesn't notice her coat falling from her arm as she stops breathing, staring horror-struck at the note pinned beside the poppy.
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So Rae comes in this evening from her living room, loaded down. There's a duffel bag stuffed full of sweaters and layers and leggings, a pair of snow boots (bright green, as though to rub it in winter's face that spring's getting nearer every day), and a red wool peacoat draped over her arm. It's not often that she brings clothes from home, but she also doesn't want to be caught without something she might need - heavy burdens are a hazard.
Sunshine has to stop at the nearest table to adjust her grip on the duffel's strap (she'd been losing feeling in some of her fingers). As she shakes out her hand, a spot of color on the otherwise beige bulletin board catches her eye.
Oh, it's one of those flowers Bucky and Steve had been wearing for Remembrance Day, in honor of those who died...
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944
Rae doesn't notice her coat falling from her arm as she stops breathing, staring horror-struck at the note pinned beside the poppy.
No. Oh gods no. Please no.