oom + dual ep: a door from wakanda

[from_the_outside]

OOM: The morning after this:

During his first morning as a free man, Bucky speaks with Steve, makes an important call, and does his best to express his gratitude to T'Challa before heading to the lab for a consultation. And then...

"Did you mean what you said last night? About wanting to find a place for a drink, or to go dancing."

 

Featuring NPC versions of: King T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers (written prior to Steve's return to the bar).

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The first figure to step through the door and into the Bar proper is a familiar one – tall, a little scruffy, shaggy brown hair, neatly pinned sleeve where his left arm would be – though the lightness in his eyes and in the way he carries himself is something new.

So is the woman whose hand he holds as he guides her through the door. She's tall and slim, dressed casually in light pants and a white tank top, and the look on her face is one of such comical surprise it's nearly dismay.

"Holy shit," says Sharon Carter. "You were not kidding."


Tinytag: Sharon Carter

OOC: After months of OOMs leading up to this point, here we are as Bucky and Sharon enter the bar together! Two pups, two muns, two wildly different timezones. Ask for either one or both. Slowtime is, as always, welcome, especially as we head into a holiday weekend in the States. Ping Lorna or Aspen if you have any questions!

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If there is room? Otherwise consider him scenery

[starrydome]

Elrond has spent time in the library and is now making his way to the bar for some tea.

He sees Bucky and lifts a hand in greeting, smiling.

He is tall, with long, dark hair, and long, statuesque robes in the shades of an evening sky. And his eyes are bright, lit with the light of stars.

There’s room!

[nerves_of_ice]

He waves in turn, and turns it into a beckoning, welcoming gesture.

[from_the_outside]

She looks up at Bucky's gesture and follows his gaze to the man (?) heading towards the bar.

"Another friend?" she guesses, and gives Bucky a crooked, amused smile. "You're pretty popular here, aren't you, Barnes?"

[starrydome]

"Well met," Elrond says, encompassing the both of them in his greeting.

"You look well." And he is clearly glad to see it, his smile warm.

"Lady." Sharon gets a light bow, elegant as if he was still at court.

[nerves_of_ice]

“I don’t know about popular, but I do have some friends,” he drawls, before turning to Elrond.

“It’s good to see you, too,” he says. “I am well - now, finally - and I’d like to introduce you to someone.” His smile is pleased.

“This is Sharon Carter. Sharon, meet Elrond Half-Elven.”

[from_the_outside]

"Nice to meet you," Sharon tells the newcomer, struggling a little with the latent etiquette lessons that are trying to come to the surface thanks to his address and that bow. Her own smile is plenty pleased; Bucky is well-liked and welcome here and she's just soaking it all in like she's lying in a puddle of sunshine.

It's a hell of a balm after what happened in Berlin.

[starrydome]

"That is indeed good news," Elrond says, smiling warmly at Bucky before turning his full attention to Sharon.

"As you may have already been told, time moves strangely here. I have known Bucky for both a quite short time and a very long."

[nerves_of_ice]

“…I don’t think I actually explained that part,” he realizes, and tries. “Sometimes people come here from different points on their own personal timeline. No one really knows why.”

[from_the_outside]

... This place makes her head hurt. She visibly decides not to worry about it, and gives Bucky an amused glance.

"I guess you could say I've known you for a long time and a short one, too," she tells him. Even if she hadn't known him, personally, she'd sure felt as though she had after being raised on all Aunt Peggy's stories.

And it hasn't really been that long since Franche-Comté, has it? She looks back at Elrond. Half-elven, huh? That probably explains the outfit and the hair and the general air of starlit serenity.

"That must keep you on your toes."

[starrydome]

He chuckles.

(There are notes of babbling brooks and soft breezes in that chuckle).

"One quickly gets used to asking not just wherefrom people are but also from when they are," he assures her.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I guess you could, at that," he tells Sharon. "Given everything."

He nods to Elrond in agreement.

[from_the_outside]

There's something very relaxing about Elrond; he somehow reminds Sharon of childhoods spent in the dappled shade of trees in the Shenandoah River Valley, of sitting by the lake in the early evenings.

"Got it," she says. "So, when are you from now? Sooner? Or later?"

[starrydome]

"No later than when last we spoke," he says, looking at Bucky.

"The end of the Third Age in my world. The meeting before was several thousand years before that. For me."

[nerves_of_ice]

He nods, taking that in. "So that decision we talked about, that your sons were still thinking over...?"

[from_the_outside]

Thousands of years. No wonder he's so serene. What could ruffle someone who's lived that long?

Sharon looks from Bucky to Elrond, quizzical.

[starrydome]

"They are no closer to a decision," Elrond replies. "And I do not think they will reach out before it is time for me to leave."

He sees the look on Sharon's face and explains, "My line is given a choice. To be of the Firstborn or to be counted among Mortal Men. My brother choose the latter, I the former, and thus my children have been given the same choice. My daughter has made her decision. She had cleaved to a Man and given up her long years for his sake. My twin sons have yet to decide."

His voice is calm, but there is still sorrow beneath.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I wish for the best for you and for them, then," he says, quietly.

[from_the_outside]

There's a lot going on here that she doesn't quite understand, but she can take her cue from the clear quiet sorrow in Elrond's voice and the way Bucky reacts. "That sounds hard," she says. "I'm sorry. It's difficult when you and your family take different paths."

(She wonders how her parents are, if they're worried, if they're angry, if maybe they believe what the government is saying about her.

She wonders when – or if – she'll see them again.)

[starrydome]

"Thank you," he says to the both of them.

"It is difficult to see the full consequences of that choice. It was that way for me and my brother and although we were younger than they were, we had seen more hardship at the time. My children lost their mother when she sailed West, but they still had a home."

And they'd still been loved.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Will they still have your brother’s family? After?”

[from_the_outside]

Sharon frowns.

"What do you mean, 'sailed West'?"

[starrydome]

He answers Sharon first.

"A long time ago, my wife was waylaid by orcs, evil creatures in service of the darkness. Her party was traveling from the home of her parents and many of them gave their life for her."

There's an almost imperceptible pause.

"She was - hurt. To find peace, she traveled West, across the sea, to the Undying Lands. The place we came from. She waits there for our arrival."

And he shall arrive alone.

"Arwen, my daughter, has married a descendent of my brother's line. His people will thrive."

But once Arwen is gone -

[nerves_of_ice]

He is quiet, listening, giving them the space needed to address this difficult subject.

[from_the_outside]

"Sounds like she'll be happy to see you," Sharon says, her voice soft.

"I'm sure she's missed you."

[starrydome]

"I have longed to see her face again every day since she left," he replies, quietly.

"She is the moon and I am her tide."

And then he smiles a little. "We shall travel light when we leave, but one of the first time I was here, I met a lady who had a clever tool used to shape her nails. She offered one to me when I told her of Celebrian, so now I shall bring the gift of an emery board from the house at the end of all things."