driftfleet | Centennials Are A Nuissance

Who: Bucky Barnes & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: 3/10

[Broadcast;;]

[ The feed opens up with a view of the Heron's cargo bay, set upon a surface and focused on a very plain, yet sizable crate set in the center. Bucky comes into view, absolutely suspicious of the box addressed to him. He circles the crate a few times before kneeling and pulling out a knife so he can shimmy the lid off. It's removed very carefully and set to the side, much like he's diffusing a bomb. It may as well be, he knows what day it is, and this is obviously some weird thing from the Atroma.

He lifts a piece of paper from the top, skims through it quickly and crumples it and tosses the offending thing across the cargo bay. Bucky takes out a package that looks harmless enough- the crate is filled to the brim with very questionably made bottle rockets? Fiddling with it ends in a very harmless but extremely unnecessary explosion of glitter and confetti.

Boy, those sure aren't very nice words are they? Bucky seems to realize that the communicator is broadcasting this catastrophe, so a very glitter and confetti-covered captain stomps over to the device to shut it off. Not long after, a text comes through the network. ]

I don't care who takes the damn things, just get them off my ship. There are 99 more...

[Action;;]

[ Throughout the day, Bucky can probably be found sulking around the Heron, or sitting in the kitchen trying to clean glitter out from between the plates of his arm. His mood would be so much better if there were cake. ]

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Good God, that's awful. [ no 'congratulations' or 'here, here' -- just abject sympathy for a man she suspects doesn't much care for having the date so handily broadcast to the rest.

she knows she'd hate it, were it for her. ] I wasn't going to say anything -- but silence seems irrelevant, now.

Edited 2017-03-12 13:10 (UTC)

Apparently secrets are something we're not allowed.

[ Honestly, it's not that he wanted to keep it a secret, but he wasn't about to go letting everyone know when his birthday was, either. Doesn't seem like a very big deal to him. It's just one more year he hasn't died, right? ]

Some, at least. Let's be thankful that birth dates aren't particularly damning all on their own.

[ although hers has yet to 'leak', so to speak. she can't trust it won't, however, what with steve implying he knows the date. god help her. ]

No. Still not entirely pleasant. You'd think they'd want to spend their time on other things.

I'm not so sure. The Atroma are in the entertainment business, after all. Supposedly.

[ and what's more entertaining than bucky barns covered in glitter? ]

Supposedly.

If so, then they've certainly served their mandate well with imagery like this.

They're never finished for long.

Not to court fate but I count myself rather lucky not to have endured one of these silly little sponsor gifts.

With Steve and Natasha around, you don't need the Atroma to screw around with you.

-- You know, the berk keeps threatening to steal and hide my teabags. At this point, I don't know what's worse: the thought that he'd dare to do so, or that he's so miserably bad at following through on his threats.

[ so yes indeed she has her hands full. ]

You know what you need to do, right? It is posted to the network and it does embarrass him.

[ WHO'S STRONG AND BRAVE, HERE TO SAVE THE AMERICAN WAY? ]

[ oh, she catches his drift. ]

Clever, and effective. But I think I stomach that USO mess worse than he does.

[ a rather frank confession on that front. she's only recently tried coming to terms with how much she resents the 'myth' of captain america. ]

I can understand why.

I fear my revenge needs must be far less star-spangled. And preferably with less leg showing.

I'll help you figure something out.

Are you so certain you should be taking sides, Barnes?

[ -- it's lightly asked. playfully, even. she knows whose side he'll always be on. ]

I ought to be careful. You may yet betray me in favour of one of his schemes instead -- Lord knows he needs the help.

I know how to play sides just fine.

I've no doubt you do.

[ text doesn't register it, of course, but she's smiling. ]

Have you thought about putting salt in his coffee?

Oh, that's good. Simple -- but with a high impact.

A few little things together can be more irritating than one big thing.

A battle of attrition, then. Salty coffee and itching powder in his drawers.

Let me know how that goes.

Are you certain you want to get any more involved than you already are?

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