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[nerves_of_ice]

Shuri's made a few changes to the last version she'd had him test, and has sent him back out with instructions to try smaller things with the new arm this time, as she is looking for fine nuance and haptic feedback results.

As a result, Bucky's decided to settle in the bar at the ends of the worlds for a bit with a good cup of coffee and see what he can figure out to test next.

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[zerocharliexray]

A little while after he's settled in, the door opens again and a long-legged blonde in skinny jeans and a black leather jacket wanders through, whistling softly to herself. She pauses to scan the bar before her glance settles on him, a wide grin dawning over her face.

"Hey there, soldier boy," says Zinda, as she bellies up to the bar next to him. "Look who's started accessorizing!"

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky grins at her, quick and bright. "Hey there yourself." He stretches the arm from the shoulder, turning it in the light so she can see. "Think it's my style?"

[zerocharliexray]

"Looks like a good one," she grins. "How'd that sprout?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Grafted, more like," he drawls. "My doc has some ideas for the design she wants me to test."

[mane_event]

A short stretch down the bar, a lion cub is eyeing up a bar stool.

Eyeing it.

Eyyyyyyeeeing it.

Then, Simba hunkers his bottom down to his hind paws, wriggles his tail, and leaps heavily up onto the stool, using his momentum immediately to proceed up onto the surface of the bar.

"Hello Bar, can I have..."

Before he finishes, Bar serves up a tiny, kid-sized antelope corpse, freshly dead and still nicely warmed.

Simba grabs his solicited dik-dik by the hind leg and starts dragging it down the bar, looking for the perfect spot to dig in.

(Bar lays down protective mats under him as he goes. Some spillages you'd rather not have to clean off your own mahogany.)

[nerves_of_ice]

The miniature lion drags his prey down Bar's top - neatly managed, he notices - and Bucky lifts his coffee out of the way to clear the path for him, visibly amused.

"Going anywhere in particular?" he asks, not really expecting an answer.

[mane_event]

"Mmmph..." Hang on his mouth is full. Simba pauses - his dinner now exactly where Bucky's coffee mug was, his golden furry back right in front of Bucky himself - and drops the leg in his mouth.

"Over there," he says, nodding his head in a behind-him direction, over what would be his shoulder in a humanoid situation, but are more accurately described as his haunches.

"Where there's light on the bar, you see it? Warmer."

[nerves_of_ice]

He startles very slightly at the answer, and grins at the little lion. "Makes sense to me. Being cold's overrated."

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Wuxian, who had been working on a protection array for his baba's project, had distracted himself from the project by starting to sketch people around him, and is now distracted from his distraction by having made up a new game that involves flicking peanuts at the fish in the fireplace - though whether he's aiming to hit the fish, or go through the gaps between the fish, is not entirely clear. Mo Xuanyu put about as much effort into good hand-eye coordination as he did anything else physical, which is to say, none, so Wei Wuxian is suffering the consequences.

He'll get there. Hopefully before running out of peanuts. Right now the ricochet is a bit wild.

[nerves_of_ice]

The small projectile bounces from its target and arrows through the air into a dark metal hand, after which it explodes into a puff of peanut-flavored dust.

"Damn." He sounds weary, and dusts his hand off on his shirt. "Sorry about that."

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Bucky-xiong, you have a hand!" Wei Wuxian shouts, delighted, after a few moments of blinking at the obliterated peanut. "This is wonderful, is it new?"

(Lets not lie, the slow blink of astonishment at the ex-peanut was also delighted, but for entirely different reasons. That was cool.)

[nerves_of_ice]

He grins. "Pretty new. This one's a prototype - we're still figuring out the little details."

Bucky holds out his hand, palm up and fingers spread, so that Wei Wuxian can take a closer look if he wants without the risk of anything else puffing into dust.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: If you're overloaded I can tag another time.]

Steve would never sneak up on Bucky.

Never.


"BUCKY!" He slaps Bucky across his shoulders. "You've got a new arm!"

[nerves_of_ice]

[ooc: never! bring him on!]

"Prototype," he cautions, grinning up at Steve. "Better be careful, Rogers. I'm field testing it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It looks amazing, even if it's just a prototype." He sits beside Bucky and holds out his hand, palm-up. "May I?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Sure." He rests his left wrist in Steve's hand with absolute trust, letting the other man manipulate his left arm as he wants.

[space_puffin]

"Hello!"

And there's Bucky's favorite porg, Puffy padding up to the human.

"How you?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Pretty good," he says, prudently picking up his coffee cup in his new hand for a large swallow and getting the drink out of Puffy's immediate range.

"How about you?"

[space_puffin]

What? He's still drinking that stuff? RUDE and WRONG. The cup does get a large porg eyeball. And porg eyeballs are big.

The question is ignored as the new arm and hand are examined. THIS was INTERESTING. "Shiny!"

[sunbaked_baker]

If Bucky is looking for something to test, there's a plate of still-warm slices of walnut-apple bread, each spread with butter and smelling of autumn, being set in front of him by the aproned baker grinning from the other side of the bar.

[nerves_of_ice]

He grins back, bright and delighted. "Sunny, you're a vision. Got time to join me for a bit?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Absolutely," she assures him, grinning as she nabs her mug of tea and comes around the end of the bar. "That's some fancy-looking hardware you're sporting there."

It looks good! But not nearly as good as the lightness in his smile.

[canttrickmeanymore]

"Hey! You got a new arm!" he says, excited, not loud, as he's walking by and stops to chat for a moment. "How long were you gone? On your side. Which is weird, by the way. Sometimes it's like two days and sometimes it's like a month." You missed this stream of consciousness babbling, didn't you Bucky?

[nerves_of_ice]

"Prototype version," he says, holding up his left hand so Peter can see it clearly. "Still in testing. And I don't know, a few weeks maybe?" He gives Peter a curious look. "How long's it been for you?"

[canttrickmeanymore]

He's kinda stuck on looking at the new arm, so it takes him a moment. "Uh, last time I went back it was like a week - apparently the bar knows about tests and stuff." He shrugs, still not looking up. "Here it's been - I dunno, a few days, I guess?" He doesn't really keep track since time doesn't move back home.

Now he does look up as he scoots onto a seat. "Can I - is it okay if I touch it?" Cool science things - he can't be expected to NOT get a little excited.