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[fridged]

Who: Bucky and various other ENABLERS and OPEN and just threadjack people.
What: A bunch of people end up in a bar. Hijinks.
Where: The Silver Apple I am so sorry Ladon we'll try not to ICly destroy it.
When: Now.
Warnings: I...probably horrible things will happen. Will edit if there's death or people hit third base and are heading to home or

Comments

[hawkwards]

( he's not sure whether to laugh or be alarmed, really. he decides on laughter after a moment. )

[whatvr_it_takes]

[She's new. She needs a drink. She doesn't necessarily need to see spontaneously combustible furniture but, well, there you have it.]

So is this the going form of entertainment around here?

[hawkwards]

I was just wondering that, myself, but if it is, I'll take it.

[whatvr_it_takes]

[She reaches up to unlock and remove her helmet.] Any idea which seats are liable to bursto flame?

[Not that her armor couldn't handle it, but it'd be nice to at least try to avoid it.]

[hawkwards]

( he leans over to tap experimentally on the seat next to his. )

I think you're good.

[whatvr_it_takes]

Thanks.

[She'll take the seat and set her helmet on the table, glancing around at the other patrons, getting a sense of the layout and possible exits and cover -- some habits die hard.] So, what's good around here?

[hawkwards]

In my experience? Anything that gets you drunk. But then, it's hard to get through an entire menu in a week.

[whatvr_it_takes]

Such dedication. [She'll stick with her usual then, and when the service bot rolls around she orders a whiskey; neat.]

Have you been around here long? [Interrogstion, begin.]

[hawkwards]

Well, there aren't many things as worth as a good drink.

( he's been on both ends of the interrogating scene more than once in the past few weeks, so he just shrugs again. )

A few weeks--not exactly picking out a summer home, yet.

[whatvr_it_takes]

You've obviously never been in a decent firefight. [She'd take action over alcohol any day. But, right now there's a lack of the first and she needs something to occupy her mind from all the harrying information she's been getting.]

What's the general attitude here, would you say? I know I'm not the only soldier here, but there seem to be a few civilians as well and everyone just seems ... thrown together. [Which might explain why she's at a bar in full armor.]

[hawkwards]

( he smirks, at that, because he's not about to contradict her. he lets the comment slide. )

Near as I can tell? There's no pattern. There's like, a good handful of trained soldiers, like you said, and agents and the like. But then you've also got your random kids and a few techies and some really weird guys displaced in time... and I think I saw a talking horse.

[whatvr_it_takes]

[Oho, she sees that smirk and wonders if it was admission she was right or a challenge?]

Oh yes, I've seen those already. [Half of her expected to wake up back in her bunk at any moment.] With that kind of variety, I can only guess some of the inhabitants here are less then friendly ... ?

[hawkwards]

I think anyone can get unfriendly if you piss 'em off. Here, I haven't run into anyone openly hostile, but I figure it's only a matter of time.

[whatvr_it_takes]

Well, that's a given, but some pissed off packs more of a punch then other pissed off.

Guess we'll just have to wait and see. [She takes a thoughtful sip of her whiskey, pauses a moment, and then holds her hand out.] I'm Carolina, by the way. Agent Carolina, Project Freelancer.

[hawkwards]

Very true.

( he shakes her hand, with a bit of a grin. ) Agent Clint Barton, with SHIELD.

[whatvr_it_takes]

[Shield, eh? Wash had mentioned something about them not too long ago. She offers a small smile and a firm grip back, keeping that recognition to herself.]

I feel I'm in good company. So, what does Shield do, if I may ask?