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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.


Sep. 27th, 2013 10:56 am
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In three months, Bucky's managed to get back to where he belongs once. It wasn't for very long -- thirty minutes, if that -- but he returned to the Nexus with a hole through his shoulder and a bloodied uniform, courtesy of an overeager Nazi who couldn't wait for Bucky to get a gun back in his hand before firing.

He's been loathe to go anywhere without a weapon on him since, though the docs in the Clinic weren't too happy when they realized he'd pilfered one of their scalpels after his first visit. (He returned it long enough to steal it again. He was smarter about it the second time, but isn't that how these things always go?) His shoulder's still bugging him even weeks later, but having been given the all-clear to take off the silly looking sling they'd had him in that morning, he's not about to complain. Besides, he's got business to attend to and a door to find.

Anywhere else, and this'd be easy. The door that had taken him back to the war was plain and unmarked, down in the basement near the bowling alley. After poking around all morning, however, he's forced to come to the conclusion that the darn thing just isn't there anymore. Every door he's opened so far has led to some place normal -- or as normal as this place gets. Growing hungry, he swings by one of the kitchens and picks up some grub from a cook who's sweet on him before heading back to the bowling alley. He's never really played before, and if he looks at it the right way, he can justify it as more rehab for his shoulder instead of just killing time.

Jun. 30th, 2013 06:25 pm
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Where the universe is concerned, Olaf doesn't generally question its choices. Bad things happen. Good things happen. Strange things happen, but usually it all fits together in the larger pieces of the puzzle. It's why he doesn't really do so much more than shrug when instead of walking into Mike's bar, he walks into a party in full swing where he doesn't recognize a single guest.

It's not like this is the first time it's happened to Olaf. Generally, him recognizing someone in a crowd full of people is usually a start. Still, he has learned to go with the stranger events in the universe and no one's died as a result of this little left turn, so he grabs the joint he'd tucked away behind his ear and drifts into the throng of people, observing the summer-like nature of the party from the vibrant drinks to the decorations to the clothes everyone's wearing. Really, this could very well still be Auckland for all he knows and whatever he took earlier had been laced stronger than usual, but Olaf's sort of getting the feeling there's more to it than that.

With no shoes and a Hawaiian shirt fit for a king, Olaf feels like he fits right into the breezy, summer theme of the party around him. He might not know how he got here, but Olaf's never turned down a good party. This one holds a great deal of promise.


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