AUDIENCE FOR: Bucky Barnes

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week 0, sunday

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[re: The credits of that "film" said something about a hostage guarantee. You guys know anything about that?]

It is as it said.

[frostythehitman]

Even if you end up getting executed afterwards?

[guestservices]

Yes.

week 0 sunday

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[bucky barely waits a moment before a swirl of shadows coalesce at the desk, and out steps orion.]

Mr. Barnes. How can I help you?

[frostythehitman]

Ghosts. You know anything about 'em?

week 1, tuesday

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[ when bucky rings the bell, it takes a few minutes, but, eventually, shadows coalesce beside the desk, and aquila steps out of them. ]

Bucky Barnes. Need help?

[frostythehitman]

[ you can rest assured that in those few minutes of waiting, bucky rang the bell several more times with increasing annoyance. he looks disgruntled by the time aquila shows up. ]

How's this room service thing work, exactly?

week 1, wednesday

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[re: Room service. Either option. What do you want for it?]

You don't get to know that unless you're agreeing to be locked into it, which'll block you from requesting room service from anyone else until next week. Those are the rules.

[frostythehitman]

Then consider me locked in.

week 1, sunday

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[re: I have your compliments. For the room service, I mean.]

Meet me at the front desk, then.

[frostythehitman]

On my way.

[ well. here he is at the front desk, then. ]

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[unfortunately for bucky, it's virgo who comes through a shadow portal after he rings a bell at random.]

What the fuck do you want?!

[frostythehitman]

[ oh boy this will go SPECTACULARLY

anyway here he is, still with HOOLIGAN stamped across his head ]

What the hell did you do with all our files?

week 3, sunday

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[hello, bucky! their surroundings are sort of a blank void - it is a dreamspace, after all - but vulpecula is here, though they look a little fuzzy at the edges.]

...you wanted to talk about something?

[frostythehitman]

...Souji said I should talk to you guys more. Get to know you better and whatnot.

week 4, tuesday

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[ when bucky dozes off, he finds himself standing in a slightly fuzzy, completely blank space, and... he's not alone!

aquila's there. they've got a plum blossom corsage wrapped around their wrist, but otherwise look the same as normal, and they give a little wave. ]

Barnes. Trying to be friendlier, now?

[frostythehitman]

What gave you that impression?

[ i mean. yes, he is, but WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING ON IT ]

w4, thursday

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[ bucky awakens in the neutral dream space! orion is there, standing straight and tall. they give a brief bow of their head. ]

How can I be of assistance?

[frostythehitman]

[ gives them a nod in return! ]

You talk much with any of the other dead guys?

week 4, sunday

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[some time after, lepus shows up in the dreamscape.]

What?

[frostythehitman]

Virgo's missing.

week 5, thursday

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[ when bucky falls asleep, he will awaken in the neutral, fuzzy dream space! there's aquila, hands in their pockets. ]

Afternoon, Barnes. Can I help you?

[frostythehitman]

I had a few questions.

This dream space is one of the few places we're not being watched, right?

week 5, saturday

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[here they are in the dreamscape... there is something really funny about bucky summoning them to dream about them when they're back in the mansion, but it's fine.

anyway, they are eyeing him warily when they appear in his dream.]

Was what you sent meat to be some sort of bribe...?

[frostythehitman]

[ look, ]

If you consider a bribe and a well-meaning gesture to be the same thing, I guess.

...look, Virgo, I wanted to...[ he gets fidgety here, trying to cross his arms but lmao he's only got the one right now, so he awkwardly fumbles with his hand on his hip, looking around everywhere but Virgo's veil-face. ] ...apologize. Both for, you know, knocking you out and opening the door, but also for. Shoving your face in my armpit. I thought you were purposely not sending out our letters, so. [ so, pit stank. ]