[december] winter wonderland

[onlyapassenger]

There was never going to be a debate.

A change in environment this drastic practically begged for immediate exploration; while they'd each been provided with a(n all too) convenient map by their increasingly creative wardens, Bucky didn't want to trust the information. He knows London, has spent enough time there in his youth to have a decent

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[onlyforthedream]

"I have to say, I prefer it without the rubble," I reply, marking out buildings I recognize, street names and alleys. The change in landscape is a little more extreme then I'd been led to believe it would be. The sudden appearance of an entire city, while hardly unprecedented, is still alarming. The fact that there seem to be people, here, always moving on the periphery but never seeming fully tangible, just adds to the total strangeness of the day.

To find the American Craftsmen style house I'd constructed turned into a brick Victorian row house was jarring, but not nearly so much as Bucky's arm must have been. Taking everything in now, the presence of a map on my bedside table seems uncomfortably supportive of Cable's theory of the island.

[widowskiss]

Natalia is quiet, torn between unsettled thoughts that want to linger over James' arm, Matt's disorientation, and the flurry of activity all around them, the perpetrators of which that can never quite be caught. From the corner of her eye, she's certain she sees three women in a bakery, yet when she turns, there's no one there. She can still hear them.

She swears softly in Russian, glancing away from the older men and to Jason.

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason's stopped dead in the middle of the road, staring hard at the window Natalia's just turned away from. She's been nicer since she found some pants, but her watchfulness isn't helping his nerves, the way her eyes keep zeroing in on the same nebulous presences he can't quite see.

"This is creepy," he says, yanking his stupid coat tighter against the cold. He's been to London before, and while it didn't look so far from this, there'd been cars, not weird steam carriages, and sure as hell no ghosts. At least, not until one went far enough underground. He pauses again, listening to the clatter all around. "It's like...one of those Halloween tracks they play in haunted houses."

[onlyapassenger]

"Halloween tracks?" Bucky asks, a little baffled at the comparison, and though he somehow doubts Steve'll have the answer to that particular mystery, Bucky looks to him, regardless. He's had more exposure to this kind of thing.