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Who: Bucky, Brigid and Heather and YOU!
Date: Throughout April
Location: All over the turtle
Situation: See Starters, please
Warnings: Heather as always, but Bucky has some Trauma, that might come up.

A. Bucky Turtle's Head.

He'd heard that the turtle's head offers a bit of peace to those that go seeking it. Having been here almost a month, he needs the peace this place offers. It still freaks him out when it first washes over him, but he's getting used to it. Of course, he's not sure that he should. Peacce isn't really his to have now is it?

B. Bucky at the shelter.

He's still looking for someplace to live. The thought of living with other people at the hotel bothers him, so he'll just be sleeping at the shelter until he makes enough money to have his own place.

C. Brigid at the shelter.

She's finishing up a few projects and training someone else to take her place. She's no longer comfortable here now that Sonja knows her secret. It doesn't help that Sonja doesn't understand Pack. At least Jackie seems to understand some of it.

D. Brigid in the marketplace.

Brigid likes windowshopping, especially when she can't settle to do translations or paperwork. Somedays, she wishes she could just go run, but the turtle feels too confining to run on. So, she window shops, and tries to still her mind.

E. Heather at the Healer's Guild.

Heather is not working extra hours, but it sure feels like it. She's enjoying her time of learning the herbs here on the Turtle. She wants to learn as much as she can. And she's determined to find a use for sea prunes.

F. Heather at the hotel.

When she's not working either job, Heather generally stays here. She's here, usually dressed in a fluffy white robe, sitting in the common area, trying to read kedanese. It isn't working very well, but she's trying.

G. Want something not here? Set it up and I'll roll with it.

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Danny hadn't come to the turtle's head often. It was usually quiet there, and most of the time quiet was the last thing he wanted.

But right now, what he really needed was somewhere without a lot of people. He needed somewhere to use up some of his built up ice energy, before he started making glaciers in his sleep. The turtle's head seemed perfect.

It hadn't taken him too long to make the trip using the air route. But as he comes flying in for a landing, he notices someone already there. It was that guy, the one from the welcome center.

Danny spares a moment to hope that he didn't have anything against ghosts.

Some kid lands, looking a bit out there, and Bucky barely blinks. He'd seen Iron Man, War Machine... and that one guy Vision, flying. Not to mention Wanda managing to fly short distances. And then there's Sam.

He watches what the boy is doing, though. Kids shouldn't have superpowers. That had been partly what they'd fought the damned war for: to protect children. Now, he's not sure what's going on.

He raises his eyebrows at the boy, but doesn't say anything.

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"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" The boy's voice is accompanied by a faint echo.

That's weird. It's like the kid is talking down a tunnel. Not a long one, to be sure, but a tunnel nonetheless. "No." He's not being disturbed. He's just brooding. Trying to figure out what to do now that he's stuck here.

"Awesome. I'll just head over there. Somewhere." He waves in a random direction. "Feel free to pretend I'm not here and definitely not practicing with my ghost ice."

"Ghost ice?" Because that's different from what he's used to. He doubts even Wanda has something like that. "What's that?" He's curious to know. Especially if powered individuals are going to be a thing here.

Danny points at himself. "Ghost." He holds out one hand, palm up. He frowns in concentration for a moment as the temperature noticeably drops and a small crystal of ice coalesces out of thin air. He holds his hand still, allowing it to float above his palm. "And ice. Pretty much exactly what it sounds like."

"You're a ghost?" Bucky's eyebrows rise, and he can't help the incredulity in his voice. "Like a normal ghost? Meaning you were... once alive?" He's trying to be delicate, but it's not something he can exactly figure out the words for.

"Technically I'm an odd manifestation of ectoplasmic energy and post-human consciousness," Danny points out with far too much cheerfulness for the subject matter. "According to the scientists back home, at least. Ghost is a lot shorter."

Odd is certainly right. He's never heard words come out of a kid's mouth like that. But then, he's missed out on a lot. "A lot easier to remember." He comments dryly. "How old are you?"

"Almost sixteen. Why?"

Bucky has flashes of being that young, of saving Steve from himself more than the bullies. His mind tries to harken back, but all he sees is the blur of the machine, and the sauteeing of his mind.

"Curious. Are you always so defensive?"

"Usually. It saves time."

God, this kid reminds him of Steve before becoming Captain America. Which, isn't necessarily a bad thing. "Perhaps you should give people time to explain themselves." He says, more amused than anything.

"Depends. You talking about the same people who like to shoot first and ask questions never?"

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Bucky shrugs his one shoulder. "Them, they generally don't give you a chance to not be defensive. I'm talking about the others." He really reminds Bucky of Steve.

"Back home, the answer to that question would be what others? I don't really want to get out of practice on that one."

Ghosts weren't really something most people wanted hanging around.

...Okay, granted, except for his fan club. But they were kind of terrifying.

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Bucky's eyebrows rise higher. He really thinks of Steve. "Surely you have friends at home?" Even Steve had had Bucky after all.

He did. Good friends.

..But they were friends with Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom couldn't really admit to having human friends.

He shrugs.

"There's a few ghosts I get along with. Most of the humans I run into back home are either trying to destroy me, catch me so they can run lots and lots of painful experiments on me, or get my autograph."

Bucky shakes his head. That sounds like a lonely existence. And sounds like something Steve was going through as Captain America. "Surely you have someone." Everyone does, after all.

He shrugs awkwardly, not really sure what to say.

"Like I said, there's a few ghosts I get along with. I spend a lot of time hanging out in the human world, but there aren't really that many humans who would jump at the chance to spend time with a ghost. We're scary things, after all."

Bucky raises his eyebrows. "You don't see me running." Then again, he's had a weird few months.

"Humans here are weird." He pauses. "Not that I'm complaining! Its kind of nice to be able to help people here and not get screamed at for the trouble. And I haven't met a single ghost hunter." He hadn't been shot at in months. It was really weird, okay?

"Not a single one?" Bucky's amused. He understands that the kid is saying he's safer here than back home, but the ghost hunter bit is amusing. Apparently, that's gotten to be a big thing in the twenty-first century. He is kinda glad to have missed that.

"Not a single one." Which was incredibly weird. "As far as I can tell, the kedan government doesn't even have a government-sponsored ghost-hunting division."