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Who: Neal Caffrey & OPEN
Broadcast: The first part!
Action: Yes!
When: Video: Today. Action: Anytime this week.

video
[Neal is standing in one of the abandoned way-stations, right in front of a very thoroughly looted vending machine. There's not even half a chocolate bar left, not that he's checked.

But that's not important, because he's grinning into the camera, wearing a white shirt that's clearly tailored to him (sleeves folded up to just below his elbows), wavy hair styled back as carefully as is possible without all his usual product. He might be standing in a mess of debris, but that doesn't mean he has to match the decor.]

Hi there. I'm Neal. I didn't introduce myself before, since everything seemed to get a bit busy around here.

[He smiles, 100% friendly.]

I was wondering, though, has anyone had any more luck with these way-stations? So far, all of the machines I've found have been emptied. There's not even a pack of peanuts.

[He shrugs.]

What's the point in giving us money if we can't spend it, right?

action
[Anyone exploring the way-stations might come across Neal. He's not straying too far from the entrances, in case they're as dangerous as he knows the mysterious ship is, but his curiosity is gradually getting the better of him. He's checking out any wending machine or abandoned shop he can find, just in case something has been left behind.

Eventually he will come across a still-functioning vending machine, too. Instead of buying anything, though, he'll be crouched down next to it, hands touching the edges, trying to figure out how it works. It might even look like he's trying to get it open.

If only there was a convenient keyhole he could get a pick into.]

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[Don't worry, it's just the jazz. And the movies. He could do without the wars and the politics. Though, well, the easy-to-crack security systems were also nice, but he likes a challenge.]

And Dean Martin, Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop. Now they knew how to perform with style.

[He's such a fanboy.]

[ Careful, it might catch. ]

Yeah? Tell me about it sometime. [ a soft huff ] Doesn't seem like there's anything else to do around here.

Not unless fighting rabid insects is how you like to entertain yourself, no. [It definitely isn't his.] I'd be happy to tell you. But it's a shame I can't play any of the songs for you.

[ Oh, he just grins. ]

Nah, that's all right. I can't exactly take 'em outta here [ he taps his temple ] to let you listen either. Just nice to know somebody hasn't forgotten the classics.

There are still enough people who like old jazz. [Grinning back.] Some classics never go out of style.

[He's quoting his partner there, his partner who doesn't like old jazz. But they've never agreed on what makes a good classic - bickering about it is what's fun.]

[ It's something he'd have liked someone to tell him when he first woke up after being pulled out of the ice, and the line of his mouth slants, amused. ]

So, he likes old jazz, the Rat Pack, what else? Please don't say the food. We boiled everything.

I'll pass on the food. [he'll even hold one hand up in front of him - no thanks, he'll take modern gourmet cuisine.] But the movies were good. And the art, of course, but I shouldn't even have to mention that.

[ At this, his expression shutters closed for a second, before it's gone, like it was never there. ]

Art, huh?

[ Art was always Steve's, and never his, but everything Steve's is his now because his best friend's not here anymore to carry that through his life. So Bucky takes the art, too. ]

Can't say I'm an expert, though I did a little modelling.