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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

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[hawkwards]

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

[hawkwards]

You know, if I ever figure it out, I'll let you know.

( the answer's party honest; clint doesn't really concern himself with the overarching goals of the organization--he's strictly an on-the-ground type of guy. but at the same time, he's a spy, and so evasion comes naturally. )

[whatvr_it_takes]

[Carolina chuckles, tipping her glass at him before taking a drink.] Alright, I'll hold you do it.

[For her part, she thought she knew what her project did ... she was terribly wrong, though.]

[hawkwards]

( he lifts his own glass in a mock-salute. )

So, what about you then? Settling in?

[whatvr_it_takes]

Might be too soon to tell, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it.

Got any advice for a rookie? [Teasing use of the word, she thinks too highly of herself to consider herself a rookie in any situation. She's adaptable and ingenious; it's just a matter of finding new ground, new balance.]