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twenty seven ✪ voice & spam

[Filtered to Friends*]

I got a couple clips of ammo, a knife and about a dozen chocolate bars [yes, the horrible D-Ration ones] in my jacket if anyone needs food. I'm not sure if we should trust the stuff here or not. What do we know so far? Anyone found drinkable water?

[Private to Helena]

Where are you?

[Open Spam for the Opera House]

[tbc]

[ooc: One friendly conversation rule applies to the filter, if you think you count, you do. c8]

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Yeah, noticed that too. Not exactly friendly.

[A little snort of not-very-amused laughter from her, because no kidding.]

The ones eating at the tables, if you speak to them they scream.

What kind of screaming?

Like you are the ghost, not them. Terrified. Some of them ran.

Well, you are pretty terrifying.

[Kidding but also.]

Did they say anything?

[... She'll take that as a compliment.]

The ones cooking said we wouldn't make it out alive. [A beat, then, helpfully:] They didn't scream.

Guess it's a good thing we're pretty tough to kill.

I'm gonna come find you. You still in the kitchen?

[Oh good, she was hoping you'd say that.]

Outside, at the door.

I'm gonna come find you. Any idea what flood you're on? Guessin' one of the lower ones.

I don't know but lower, yes, I think. I'll wait for you here.

Alright. Keep talkin' so I know you're still there, alright?

[Or so she can tell someone if something happens to him, but it might be best not to mention that...]

[Hey, look, she wants to look out for you as much as you want to look out for her. That thought absolutely crossed her mind, even if instead of saying it, she asks:]

What's "fubar"?

[Somehow she hasn't come across that one before.]

Fucked up beyond all reason. Or fouled up, if you're tryin' to be polite.

[He's looking for stairs that go down, not up, and it takes a minute, mostly because he doesn't really want to have to go through the ballroom again or anything. Then you'd really need to be calling for help for him.]

[Thoughtfully, now:] Fubar.

[She shifts and sits down by the door between the kitchens and the dining room, making sure she's out of the way of the ghosts streaming in and out. She watches the food on their trays dissolve into ashes and dust as they move out amongst the tables.]

Other places have been worse.

Hope you've got some wood to knock on.

It hasn't made us crazy.

[Those have been the worst ones, being out of control and half-insane. That's been worse than the deaths - and their tolls - that have followed.]

["Yet," Bucky thinks, but he's always been something of a pessimist, even as he's started to head towards what he thinks might be the kitchen.

He doesn't say what he's thinking aloud.]

I'm just crossing my fingers that Steve's back on the ship or woke up.

You haven't heard anything from him?

No.

[And he's probably fine, but.]

We'll look, together. When you get here.

Hopefully that's soon. Can you smell the food from the hallway?

Mm, yes. They carry it through here, to the prymary at the tables.

Okay. Should be there soon.

[He rounds a corner, and yep, there you are.]

[She's about to speak when he comes around the corner and she scrambles up to hug him instead.]

[Bucky hugs her back automatically, without hesitating. It's good to see her, and he knows she needs this, sometimes, so it's easy to rub a hand across her back, affectionate.]

You alright?

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