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outsiderslogs2013-03-06 07:10 pm
herewegoto) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-03-06 07:10 pm
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who. Kasumi Goto and La Casa de Avengers
what. Friendly neighborhood stalking
where. Apartment of Steve Rogers and co
when. After the plot
warnings. Tony Stark?
note. Anyone in the apartment is free to start a thread or slip into an ongoing one!
Even on a place as populated as Omega, finding a red, white, and blue clad, shield wielding captain wasn’t exactly difficult. Especially for Kasumi Goto. And considering breaking and entering was the equivalent of a friendly wave hello in her line of work, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise that rather than making an appointment she just let herself in. Which, once she was in there?
…Well, it wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting.
Military types tended to have the whole order and practicality thing drilled in- not exactly her idea of décor, but what could she do. This place, though? Disaster would sound right, if it didn’t look like the parts strewn across the living room had been put there on purpose. She just hoped there was a good story to go with the mess. Whatever the case, she made her first stop the kitchen. She’d brought her welcoming gift of wine (or what passed for wine in the market places of Omega, not exactly a thousand dollar bottle, here) and figured she could at least let it breath while she waited. There had to be a corkscrew somewhere.
what. Friendly neighborhood stalking
where. Apartment of Steve Rogers and co
when. After the plot
warnings. Tony Stark?
note. Anyone in the apartment is free to start a thread or slip into an ongoing one!
Even on a place as populated as Omega, finding a red, white, and blue clad, shield wielding captain wasn’t exactly difficult. Especially for Kasumi Goto. And considering breaking and entering was the equivalent of a friendly wave hello in her line of work, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise that rather than making an appointment she just let herself in. Which, once she was in there?
…Well, it wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting.
Military types tended to have the whole order and practicality thing drilled in- not exactly her idea of décor, but what could she do. This place, though? Disaster would sound right, if it didn’t look like the parts strewn across the living room had been put there on purpose. She just hoped there was a good story to go with the mess. Whatever the case, she made her first stop the kitchen. She’d brought her welcoming gift of wine (or what passed for wine in the market places of Omega, not exactly a thousand dollar bottle, here) and figured she could at least let it breath while she waited. There had to be a corkscrew somewhere.
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She gave a tiny shrug and dismissed the little concept of death with one casual hand wave. Multiple universes? She knew that that meant- or at least had a pretty good working theory. On some of it.
"Was Omega on the list of places you'd be seeing in a lifetime?"
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"No, I don't think it existed yet." Or if it did, they didn't know about it. "Spaceflight was still pretty limited, even in the twenty-first century."
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It was almost a sore spot at this point, that dull hope that people she wanted to see- one person in particular- would wander out of death and back into her life. No luck so far. But it was an impossible hope to ignore.
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Bucky came to mind though she might not entirely realize the entirety of his meaning. Steve didn't make a habit of spreading his story around. It was one of those things he wasn't sure he should tell people. There were a lot of questions surrounding surviving in the ice for seventy years.
It seemed about time for a subject change and he didn't really mind how abrupt it ended up being either.
"Before I was a soldier I was an art student."