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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ Oh, he sees you behind that tree, Hawkeye. He's been watching her from his own little perch inside the arena. So far, no one else has been able to spot him. Clever girl. Once he's been spotted, he moves to slide down and find a better vantage point. She may see a flash of metal as he disappears behind the wall. Now he's going to poach whoever dared try to fire at him. ]

[ -- no. impossible, right? kate had been tracking that glint of metal across the whole arena. she'd first witnessed it in the distance as both teams had plunged into the treeline, but none were yet stealthy. since then, the game has been more about following the metal arm than it's been about anything else. (and yet, she hasn't got a single splat of paint on her.)

when the metal arm pulls back behind the wall, kate huffs quietly under her breath and jerks her paint gun's barrel up -- abandoning the shot she'd been lining up with painstaking care. she drops the piece and lets it hang from a sling across her chest before shimmying up an old gnarled half-dead tree so she can shimmy across a crumbling bit of once-upon-a-building.

is bucky barnes here? nah, jump-to-conclusions kate! that's just weird wishful thinking. she crawls along the abandoned stone and tries to get closer to the wall where she last saw the flash. ]

[ Boy, he sure is here, though everyone doesn't know it! Honestly, he likes it that way. Those that do know are at least considerate about it.

He's done well to avoid all the other participants, but what form of soldier would he be if he allowed himself to be fired at? Once he's down the wall, he climbs into a trench, sticking to the shadows until it ends. Anyone who happens to be in the way? Well, cannon fodder. Winter scans the area and deems it empty before slinking out of the trench and taking cover behind a partially-collapsed wall.

His finger rests against the trigger, ready to fire. Waiting for his target to come into position. ]

[ -- she's on her stomach. chin to the moss and weeds growing through the stone's cracks. even through her mask, she swears she smells dirt and she smells earth and she wonders whether this is even a game any longer. of course, there are no real bullets in her gun. but it occurs to her that if she is truly chasing the winter soldier, the bullets didn't really matter. of course it's real.

(and some knotted over-confident part of her wants to impress him.)

kate eases her gun forward and watches the shadows. he's somewhere in there, but she can't be certain of any exact location. oh, what she wouldn't give right now for her bow and quiver. a concussive arrow would be great, right now. or a flash-bang tip. as much as she rags on clint for his trick arrows, they did have some uses.

aw, hell. kate scatters a pair of purposefully poorly aimed shots -- marking the far wall with two purple splotches. she doubts he'll be spooked (if it's really him) but it at least would make her a target, and so long as she rolls away quick enough she might catch a glimpse of him when he raises his gun.

or she might get shot for her trouble. somehow, the risk seems worth it. ]

[ He hears the shots being fired from the other side of the wall, making impact. There's at least one target, potentially only meters away. Winter walks forward while crouched down until he's reached the wall's end, juxtaposed with a few fallen trees. He listens for more shots and doesn't hear any. A trick, or someone sniping another player from the underbrush?

No. He would have heard the footsteps. There don't seem to be any other players this far out.

Fair enough, he's quick, so this little game may not go in their favor. Winter jumps up, standing on the top of the wall and doing a quick sweep of the area, gun poised to shoot first and ask questions later. ]

[ mid-roll, she sees him stand. oh, yeah. that arm is unmistakable. kate's shoulders are on stone, but she's quick to pop up onto her feet and leap the short distance from rock promontory to soft forest ground. with a careless swing, the gun settles at her hip -- hanging off its sling. ]?

Barnes? [ she calls out. and her hands go up fast, but perhaps not fast enough. ]

[ Not fast enough, indeed. He sees her roll, jumping down to the ground and firing twice in succession, aimed square at her chest.

It takes a fraction of a second to register her calling his name. It's a little unsettling, being the only Barnes around, now. He reaches up, tugging off his goggles as he stalks closer to her.

He's talked with her once or twice, but if they've met before this, he doesn't remember her. Does that mean she's a friend of Jim's, or something else? ]

You know who I am. Talk.

[ the paint capsules explode against her with sharp splashes of colour. they'll leave welts, she suspects, beneath her clothing -- but she's done worse just jumping rooftops. and she did draw attention to herself. can she blame him?

what she feels more keenly is a funny sort of butterfly wing in her stomach. kate bishop is a well-composed young woman, but there's always been something about him -- at least, the him she'd run into, on occasion, back home. she approaches despite having been tagged twice, and can see now that he's not exactly the same person -- at least, as far as she can tell once the goggles are off. but she'd know that arm anywhere. she'd known it when she and eli had first run into him around christmas, years ago. ]

Your arm. It's memorable. [ her hands are still up. ]

[ Perhaps unfortunately for Kate, he's not the same James Barnes that she's run into before. He's probably a little less high-strung than Winter is. He did, after all, just shoot her in the chest, even when her hands were raised. He squints at her, his brow furrowed. His grip tightens on his gun, though the barrel is pointed toward the ground.

Memorable. That's certainly a word for it. ]

So we've met before.

You don't remember me. [ more a statement than a question. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're not the first who doesn't.

[ -- and aside from the arm, he isn't exactly like the barnes she's met (on occasion). ]

[ He thinks long and hard about it, but ends up shaking his head. Sorry, there's nothing. ]

I don't know you. Am I meant to remember you?

[ her hands drop -- slowly -- to her side. and she finishes her approach, heedless of the paint down her front. kate's moved on to another obstacle: navigating the inherent awkwardness of alternate universes. ]

Nah. It's the way of this situation, isn't it? Familiar names but unfamiliar people. I'm -- [ no, let's skip the real name. even the correct barnes wouldn't have recognized that one. ] I'm Hawkeye.

[ That definitely makes more sense. He feels like if he'd met her in the past, she would have more of an impact on his memory. Then again, he has absolutely no control over that. Winter allows her to approach, at the very least, taking his finger away from the trigger, keeping the barrel pointed to the ground. ]

Does that make you an Avenger?

Practically. [ the answer is quick, and whip-sharp. as though she practically craves the position. but this isn't california, and she isn't trying to sell her services to people who might not know any better.

so she talks herself into telling the truth: ] No, I'm a Young Avenger. Think of it as the younger, hipper, much cooler team.

'Young Avenger'. How many groups of Avengers are there?

[ Not that it really matters, but things sound a lot more put together where Kate comes from. ]

Plenty. [ kate exhales. it helps that he's at least passingly familiar with the concept, she supposes. ] Exact numbers depend on the month. And the universe.

[ It only makes sense to ask, if she isn't part of the group that he's semi-familiar with. ] ...I see. [ ... ] Completely different.

[ Really, he can only assume, since he was never really knowledgeable about anything that didn't pertain to his missions. ]

Mostly different. Some of the names have gotta be the same, right? Because you're Bucky Barnes. If that much holds true, then there's gotta be other similarities.

[ Boy, it sure feels great having that name thrown at his face.

Part of him wants to snap at her, because that's not who he is. He can't live up to that. The other, though... No. He's not going to go there. Winter remains silent, his eyes narrowed.

Instead of staying and trying to talk, he squares his shoulders and turns on a heel, intent on just walking away. ]

[ -- was it something she said? probably. kate's never had a great brain-to-mouth filter when it comes to barnes. apparently it holds true for this version, too. she takes a few hesitant steps after him. ] -- Hey!

[ but he's intent. and kate remembers the very good reason he had to be tight-lipped, last time at christmas. she swallows hard.

and she lets him go. ]

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