june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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( for HAMILTON )

[sidecars]

What to do? What to do?

[ Hamilton needs the perfect beach shirt, and this isn't something you can rush. There's plenty of options in the human section. ]

We need something that says "I'm fun!", potentially mysterious or dangerous. But not too dangerous...

[outwrite]

[For Hamilton's part, he's been content just going through his steadily-growing pile of notes. But Jim insists on outfitting him with clothes that are more in line with what people of the future apparently wear to the beach, and if they're going to be here for awhile, then it probably isn't a bad idea.

Jim's criteria gets a chuckle out of him as his eyes wander around the store, taking in all the strange styles without settling on a particular one. Everything is just so damn much...]

As long as you don't grab something that'll get me punched in the face, Barnes, I'm fine with whatever.

[sidecars]

Uhh... Well okay, I can't promise that? But I will do my best!

[ Setting Hamilton in front of the visual display, he flips through shirt after shirt in the quest to find the perfect one. ]

Ooo here we go...

[ He changes the color of the tank top a few times until it compliments the text: I Flexed and the Sleeves Fell Off. ]

[outwrite]

"I flexed, and the sleeves...?"

[As soon as the words click, Hamilton erupts into laughter.]

Oh my god...! [He's gasping for breath.] This is...[Okay, it's hard to get the words out when he's still laughing his ass off.] This is an actual thing? People wear this??

[sidecars]

I... I guess! They sure don't in my time. But I feel like you need it. This might be fate.

[ With only a little bit of struggle, Bucky adds it to their inventory list and heads in a new direction. ]

You need shades, too. Those are important.

[outwrite]

Well, when you think about it, our first meeting was pretty much fate. I feel this is just a natural extension of that.

[Hamilton easily falls into step alongside Jim, his mouth still twisted into a smile.]

Hmm, a fair point. I saw some umbrellas awhile back, actually, if you wanted to go have a look.

[sidecars]

Ha, you're cute.

[ Bucky doesn't even break his stride for the man's misunderstanding. He knows exactly where they are headed: to get sunglasses of course! And when he reaches a large screen featuring some kind of interactive advertisement showcasing the wonders of sunglasses, he turns around to meet the man's confusion with a dimpled grin. ]

I'm talkin' sunglasses, pal.

[outwrite]

[He just flashes Jim a cheeky grin. Oh, he knows.]

[When they arrive at the display, though, Hamilton takes a moment to study the models.] ...Oh. [That puts a damper on his mood for a moment, if only because he hates looking like an idiot.] So they just...shield your eyes, then.

[sidecars]

And they make you the cat's meow! [ A real hip fella. He comes up to a mirror and instantly a pair of shades materialize around his face. ] I, of course, am going with the aviator style. It goes well with my wonderful service record...

[outwrite]

Yeah? [Another word to add to his growing list of shit to look up later.] Glasses aren't exactly stylish back in my time, but maybe I'll go for that good old 18th-century aesthetic and just make it look good.

[After stepping to a mirror himself, he soon gets his own sweet pair of shades.]

[sidecars]

Ah, bold choice! Let's see... What else? Sandals, check. Swim trunks, check. I think we're ready to hit up the ladies! [ Bucky's change in volume elicits a soft bark from Fury at his feet. ] That's right, pal! Gonna get all the dolls!

[outwrite]

Hah! I'm sure you'll have no trouble there, friend. You strike me as a man who's reliable with the ladies.

[sidecars]

Eh well, you know, I do what I can. It's really Fury who brings 'em all in. Ain't that right? [ Bucky only gets a headtilt for his efforts, but he'll take it. ] Alright, let's get dressed and take the beach!

[ The biggest problem was picking the right beach for the occasion. There were dozens of artificially made that appealed to all kinds of species. But Bucky, being old fashioned, goes with a white beach with beautiful turquoise waves. It's warm, but not disgustingly so, and the water is the perfect temperature.

Together, Alexander Hamilton and Jim Barnes look boss strutting it down the soft beach sand with Fury jumping and sniffing at every rock and creature they pass. ]

Now this is the life.

[outwrite]

[For Hamilton's part, he's more interested in observing the food stands and the way friends and family interact with each other. The ocean breeze and sand beneath his feet don't always bring the happiest memories, but he can still appreciate the fact he's on a whole 'nother goddamn planet, at least.

He glances at Jim with a small smile.]

I take it our usual stops aren't this leisurely.

[sidecars]

No, definitely not. Like, sure, at first things seem alright. But then something always happens. Always! I got kidnapped by dead prisoners last month. Do you get me? They were dead. They came back to life and kidnapped me.

[ HUFF! ]

This planet doesn't even compare.

[outwrite]

How the hell did they come back to life? The dead can't just...! [...Well, actually, they can on the Moira, so Hamilton stops there.] What did you guys do?

[DEAD PEOPLE DON'T JUST COME BACK TO LIFE FOR NO REASON......]

[sidecars]

Look, I don't ask questions anymore when things happen around here. I just come up with a battle plan.... Or wait until someone rescues me.

[ The latter is always a sting to his pride, but sometimes even he is at a loss for worming out of a bad situation. ]

Two of my friends came barreling in with fire bombs and a lot of moxie. Sure made my heart skip a beat.

[outwrite]

Hey, sometimes you just gotta rely on your buddies. [Something every soldier has to learn sooner or later if he doesn't want to get his ass killed.]

I know the type, though. Those are definitely the ones you want behind you. They still around?

[sidecars]

Yeah. Both of 'em. They're good guys. Weird, very weird. But good. [ He looks over at Hamilton with a big boyish smile. ] One of 'em acts like my mother, though! Ha!

[outwrite]

Oh yeah? [There's a faint hint of laughter in his voice. Hercules Mulligan was basically their team dad back home before the war separated them all, so he can sort of imagine it.] Who are they?

[sidecars]

Kazuhira Miller and... [ Christ, what the hell does he call Big Boss? He has five different aliases. ] Ishmael. They're sort of like mercenaries back where they're from. Miller's the designated team mother, Ish's definitely the father.