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♛ twenty-fourth hunt - voice;

Okay, public service announcement, here: if you don't filter or lock your messages, we can all see them. And read and hear them. Which usually doesn't matter, but just... I mean, if it's quote-unquote sensitive information, you probably don't want it on the public network. And we don't, either. Usually. And even then... I mean, there're a handful of tech-savvy people in the mansion, so even if it's encrypted, it still could be, you know, decrypted. I'm just saying, it's almost always better to talk in person if you're making big plans or swapping secrets.

That said, does anyone know the network's origin? I mean, I never pegged the Queen of Hearts or the Duchess or whoever to be good with computers. It had to start somewhere, by someone who knew what they were doing. It's a pretty complicated system.

Just... don't tell me it was "magic." [ Sigh. ]

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Why don't we do it in person, huh? I'm old fashioned that way.

[ Seriously, no wonder your generation is so anti-social and awkward. GET OFF. THE PHONES! ]

Where's easiest for you?

Works for me. [ Sam's a techie, but he knows its limits. ]

Anywhere's fine. And when? Now?

Yeah, sure why not. [ As for where... ] You know that coffee place? The one with the pie?

[ Yeeeah, that place is awesome. ]

Unless we need working room...

Sure. The diner? [ He cracks a smile. ] That'd be fine.

Swell! See you there! I'll be timin' you!

[ He genuinely might if he doesn't get distracted by pastries first. The one's at the diner sure can break a man's concentration. The transmission ends there and Bucky rolls out of his room to meet the guy.

He grabs one of the bigger tables out of the way for them. He's already ordered his apple pie and he'll fight anyone who tells him the cliche isn't perfect. For Sam... Buck has no idea what the guy likes, so he gets him a Coke. People still liked that in the future right? It's still hip and cool, yeah? ]

[ Sam doesn't drink a ton of soda, but doesn't complain when he walks in and sees it. He barely notices the drink, really, and instead flashes Bucky a smile and offers his hand for a shake. ]

Hey. Nice to meet you in person.

And all of you as well.

[ Damn son, the hell did your family feed you? It's obvious Bucky's giving him the once over. He's just really impressed. He doesn't know a lot of people that are actually bigger than Captain America. It should be illegal actually.

He gives out his own scrawny hand for a shake like it's a fair trade. ]

Bucky Barnes!

[ The name sounds familiar and Sam suspects it's from something considered "fictional," but he doesn't comment. That would be rude. ]

Nice to meet you. Been here long? In the mansion, I mean.

[ Yeah, he's insecure enough, Sam. He doesn't need to know he's not actually real on top of that. ]

Eh, about two months. Longest I've ever stayed in one place in awhile. Unwillingly, at least. It's a goddamn disgrace.

[ Seriously, the American government would be insulted after all the money they pumped into him for training. This isn't the first alternative, temporal whatchamajig you've crawled your way out of, Bucky! Get with it! ]

What about you? You a Wonderland vet?

[ Most people seem rather more experienced in the ways of magical happenstance here than him. Which is fine. Bucky would hate to have been stuck here as long as some of these poor bastards. ]

Really? So, you're still pretty new.

[ Comparatively. ]

Been here about a year and a half. [ Sam shrugs, helpless. ] Not proud of it; I mean, it was... good at first, because it wasn't home, but recently...

[ Well, Bucky probably knows. ]

... And we still haven't worked out a way back, but... well, we'll get to that.

[ Yeah, no, as well you shouldn't be. ]

Really? You don't want to go home? [ Bucky is having a hard time comprehending that. ] I've got shit to do, so this rescue mission needs to get its rear in gear--Ah, finally!

[ Bucky can barely contain childish wiggling in his seat as his slice of apple pie arrives, all hot with a scoop of ice cream. Fuck. Yeah! ]

I will miss the food though...

No, I get that. [ He watches the food arrive and cracks a smile, thinking of Dean. ] I--... it's complicated. There're people here that I don't want to leave and there's still a lot to do here. Even if we could go back, though... I mean, we can't. Not right now.

[ Bucky takes a bite of his pie, giving him time to consider what Sam is saying. He certainly wouldn't want to leave anyone without a way home here, but if push comes to shove... He'd go back in an instant. The reality is his world is more important to him, even if Cap likely wouldn't approve. If he can't save both, he's saving his. ]

I guess I can understand...

[ To a point. There are people here that he would be sad to part ways with. Which is actually really narcissistic since one of them's his alternate self. Still, they are all soldiers. They all have the same mindset and the same sob stories. Life's full of tough choices and they have a masochistic habit of choosing the toughest. Either way, he'd rather not dwell. ]

So, about this wacky new encryption method of yours... Apparently I'm really outdated.

[ Which isn't hard when everyone's seventy years your junior. ]

Believe it or not, there're people much worse off than you. In terms of all this, I mean. [ Not to diminish Bucky's general suffering, of course. ] Some of them've come from something like medieval times, which is fine, until you need to send someone a message that's urgent and you can't figure it out.

[ But, luckily, Bucky isn't so very bad as them. ]

It's not that bad, I promise. [ Sam cracks a smile, pulling out his communicator. ] So, want to give it a try?

Medieval? [ He pulls a face. ] The forties ain't lookin' so bad anymore...

[ Quickly sticking one more forkful of pie into his mouth and licking his fingers, Bucky gets his out, too. ]

Alright, I'm ready to be impressed!

Yeah, see? It's all perspective.

Alright. [ Sam holds his device so Bucky can see it. ] So, you wanted to know how to encrypt messages, right? Make them private, and... was there something else?

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