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"Go. Go! Take this journal and write down everything you can remember. It will help, I promise you."

"Princess--"

"Do not argue. Find somewhere quiet, where you won't be bothered."

"The kids aren't a bother."

"They are also not quiet."


* * * * * * *


It's been a long time since he's been here, enough that if pressed he couldn't actually say how long. He hadn't exactly meant to come, either, but he'd been thinking about finding somewhere out of the way when he walked out of Shuri's lab, and there's no question that Milliways fits that description better than anywhere else.

About ten minutes later, Bucky Barnes is settled in at one of the quieter booths in the back, the journal open in front of him. (A close observer might notice that each page is subtly embossed with the logo of the Wakandan Design Group.)

He's holding a pen in his right hand and tapping it against the blank page. From time to time he sets down the pen and picks up the cup of coffee waiting beside him instead. A swallow or two later, he repeats the process, swapping cup for pen.

His left hand is immaterial to the whole process, as it's entirely absent. A series of gauze bandages are barely visible under the collar of his shirt, and his left sleeve is neatly pinned shut over where his arm used to be.
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The only reason he'd gone out to the market in the first place was to buy plums.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Bucky's been allowing himself the freedom to pursue small things for no reason other than wanting to. Watching the small green plant that Ysalwen had given him ("elfroot," she'd called it) growing in its pot on the windowsill, reading the news just for the pleasure of it rather than for operational security reasons, the taste of fresh fruit on his tongue - all little things, little pleasures, things that are small enough not to disturb his sense of what's acceptable and fair.

All of it blew apart the moment he saw the way the vendor was watching him, even before he saw the headlines and his picture beneath them all.

Now he's got to move, and fast. He's got to run, hide, get out and vanish before it's too late --

--but when he slams through the door to his apartment building with every intent of erasing all signs of his presence and doing just that, he finds himself in Milliways instead.

After one long frozen moment, Bucky steps the rest of the way inside and lets the door close behind him. He might as well take the time here to plan his escape.

It's damn near certain he won't have time on the other side of the door. Not any more.

(Open indefinitely.)
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Klaus, who is unhappily coming down from his latest high, stumbles into the bar. Unhappily, because the first ghost that found him as the drugs faded away can't be older than, like, what, five? Six? Hell if he knows, he isn't really a kids sort of person. Stumbles, because it is cold as balls out there and his outfit, while adorable (you know he can rock a sparkly midriff-baring shirt and a pair of leather pants like a boss) isn't quite up to the weather, and... well. He can't quite feel his feet. He's pretty sure they're there, but... welp.

"Nonononono, don't... don't cry, Christ, no, that's... that's horrible, ow, thanks, no, don't... awww, you're coming too? You could just... not?" He mutters at what appears to be open air, wincing at the discordant blast of sound he's pretty sure no one else can hear.

Lucky bastards.

Buy a boy a drink?

Or like, many drinks?
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It's been a long week for Boo. After her adventure in Monstropolis, regular life is boring. She hasn't seen any monsters at all - not even Randall, the monster who used to scare her at bedtime. She misses Kitty. She's taken to drawing pictures for him and shoving them under her closet door, and then checking later to see if they disappeared. They haven't so far, but she's hopeful!

She has just finished a drawing of Mike Wazowski and shoved it under the door. Approximately three years later in toddler time (1.5 minutes), she opens the door and blinks. It's not her closet littered with drawings on the floor, but it's not the scare floor either.

She walks through and looks around. No, this is definitely not anywhere she went with Kitty or Mike Wazowski. Although.. some of the people here don't look human, so maybe Kitty is here somewhere!

"Kitty?"

MAYBE HE IS HIDING!

She starts wandering around hopefully.
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It's been a while, now.

He hadn't really let himself think about how nice it was to know there was always a place where he could catch up with Steve in a way that he can't out there in their world. Now there isn't, and, well...

Bucky (who's fighting to think of himself as Bucky again more and more these days, not Soldat, and not even James anymore) reminds himself that brooding over the way things are isn't going to do any good, and makes himself walk through the door into Milliways anyway.

He brings the latest newspaper in with him. (This time it's Le Monde, in French, of course.) After all, he's got to keep up somehow.
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"Have you tried scanning any of the near-sun sectors? If they're gathering a fleet, they'll have to stay as far out as they can..."

A dark-haired man in a New Republic starfighter suit, his helmet under one arm and a datapad in his free hand, shoulders the door open. He's looking down and behind himself, so that at first he doesn't see where he is.

The reason for this is trundling along just behind him, keeping up a steady stream of conversational whistles and beeps... which abruptly cut out when BB-8 is slightly quicker on the uptake than his human.

Peeeeeeep!

Poe freezes, slowly turning around and looking up to see... well, Milliways.

His jaw drops.

"...Uh. I don't think we're on Dantooine anymore, buddy."

[OOC: Two pups, one mun! All threads will be tagged by both unless requested otherwise. Poe and BB-8 are both pre-TFA, so there will be no Last Jedi spoilers.]

Tiny tags: Poe Dameron, BB-8
hell_of_a_pilot: (#6)
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[Out of Milliways: Mirrin Prime Republic Base.

"So we do nothing? That's the solution? An emerging threat, and we do nothing?"]



No spoilers for The Last Jedi.

Tinytags: Poe Dameron, BB-8
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[oom:
"Me, I did it once before. Now I've got the opportunity to do it all over again, and... I'm grateful for it.
Hey. It's okay. It's really okay."]


Instead of coming through a door, Rikki Barnes just kind of... materializes in the Bar, like someone took her apart and re-assembled her in front of the fire. She crumples pretty much as soon as she’s fully present and only stops herself from collapsing all the way by putting out her hands instinctively and landing so she's pretty much kneeling on the floor. It hurts, the impact on her hands and wrists and knees, but she doesn’t try to get up, just starts crying. God, she can’t—there’s too many questions crowding in her head, what happened what am I why am I alive am I even alive why am I not dead why is this happening to me, and she's too much in shock to try to move from where she landed or care that there's people around her to watch her have a total breakdown.