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!

Comments

[from_the_outside]

"I bet."

She can think of more than one occasion where being able to create fire from nothing would have been very useful.

[nerves_of_ice]

"The flamethrower version, that'd be?" Dryly said. "Yes, those are useful."

[magic_by_accident]

"No hardware to lug on my back, is all."

[from_the_outside]

"I still can't believe you had a flamethrower in your arm before," she tells Bucky.

"But I can see how magic would be even more useful."

[nerves_of_ice]

He shrugs. "It was less helpful than you might think."

[magic_by_accident]

"In your arm," John repeats, and shakes his head.

He stubs out his cigarette, smoked down to the filter, and rises from his chair. "I should be on my way, lovelies, and let you enjoy your drinks. Pleasure to meet you, Sharon -- and to see you again, Bucky." He gives them both a nod and heads out the door, with a last look at them over his shoulder before he goes through.