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open; out and about.

Characters: Bucky Barnes and open
Location: Around - outside the city included. State if you have preference!
Situation: Bucky is out and about, now that he's got a lot less excuse to be reclusive...
Warnings/Rating: None for now.
A/N: Prose and actionspam both welcome.

Bucky was... well. One word he couldn't quite process in conjunction with 'dead' was 'happy,' but for all intents and purposes... all right. Maybe not happy, but the brooding, the feeling of doom and despair that he'd had to struggle against during the first weeks after he showed up had greatly receded. He was brighter, lighter, and found himself with a lot more time - a lot more genuine willingness, he guessed - to be out and about.

Of course, he wasn't crowding his friends. They hung out, as they tended to, but this place... (and Peggy) required that they do some work, and some exploring, on his own.

Bucky kept up with the lessons with Rikki, and the occasional patrol with her; also kept his own schedule and routes across the rooftops. And, sometimes, just walking the streets, trying to blend as much as a non-shapeshifter could. Sometimes, being quiet and unobtrusive (or charming) worked well enough, to get information.

And he even ventured outside the city (the last couple of years had cured a lot of his reluctance to visit the countryside), to explore the whole of the surface that was available to him. He hadn't quite managed to save enough to buy a vehicle, but he did rent a sturdy bike. He thought it suited him.

Anytime, anywhere, he stopped to talk with people, or to help them, or to just ask questions or lend a hand.

He was - not completely gone. Steve was here - even more, Steve seemed... happy. That was plenty good enough for Bucky.

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Favrielle still hadn't entirely gotten over the events at the end of the festival. It had been her first brush with violence of that manner. Oh of course, there had been the war a few years back, but she hadn't been involved in it. She hadn't had a knife pressed to her throat. Nita had been a great comfort, and Favrielle thanked Elua for her luck that she'd been placed next to someone who not only was someone she could consider a friend in this foreign place, but whose mere presence next door made her feel safe.

Still, she hadn't quite gotten over nearly being killed. Favrielle had been spared nightmares, but it wasn't easy to go out alone. With sewing projects to keep her busy, she kept to her suite a great deal, like today.

The weather was lovely, and so she'd taken her embroidery with her out into the yard. It wasn't really a full yard so much as a small fenced in garden space. With a mixture of sun and shade, and carefully landscaped plants around one of the sector's many waterfalls, it was peaceful. With the waist-high fence around the edges, it gave the illusion of being her space, but didn't close her off entirely from watching anyone who strolled by.

After finishing a branch of the coral design she's putting into fabric for Nita, Favrielle sat back in her chair to give herself a brief break. She watched kedan walk back and forth along the small lane next to the suites, when she noticed Bucky enter into view.

"Sergeant Barnes?" she asked lightly, lips already curved up at the corners.

"Ma'am!" There was nothing formal or distant in his voice - only a cheerful greeting. Yes, the whole situation left little room for joy - and yet he had managed to find some. Or, rather, a lot.

"How have you been, Favrielle?" Since... the excitement started.

Her smile grows broad and welcoming, though it fades a bit at the edges when he asks how she's been. It's been rather eventful for her since the the festival's end, and not in many pleasant ways.

"As well as can be expected," she says, which is to say she's fine, though her near death still weighs heavily on her. "And yourself?"

She pauses briefly, and then tilts her head toward the gate.

"You're welcome to come in if you'd like."

"Thank you, I think I will." Imposing is one thing; being invited - totally different.

Bucky shrugs, entering the yard and - of all things, flopping in the grass at her feet. (What. He's always wondered if sitting on the grass in a home's garden was different from the grass in the park. Other than less danger of dog droppings, of course, although bird droppings are everywhere, here.)

"I don't think I'm a fair example to compare to. Anything here is moving up from what I'm doing at home, so. Doesn't count."

It's totally not a good idea do be all bright and shiny at her because Steve showed up when she clearly hasn't been having as good an experience. But what he says is still truth.

Her lips quirk up in a smile as he takes a seat in the grass, there at her feet, but all Favrielle does in response is adjust some of her things to give him a little more leg room.

"You might compare it to how things were when we first met, before the final festival day," she prompts, picking up a string of embroidery floss, deftly threading her needle, and sliding it through the cloth stretched taut in a hoop. "For instance, I hope you haven't been accosted while venturing outside your suite. It's not entirely safe in some districts lately, from what I understand."

Which is a shame. There were places she would have gone, things she would have explored more if it hadn't been so risky for her to go alone.

Bucky's face darkens. "I haven't been accosted, no. In fact, I've been trying to make sure those instances are few. I'm... sorry."

That he wasn't there - here - when it happened to her.

"If you'd like to go somewhere and would like company... you could let me know?"

Favrielle shakes her head immediately.

"There's nothing to apologize for," she says firmly. She isn't his responsibility, though she does appreciate the sentiment. "I wouldn't say no to company, however. I've been keeping to my suite when possible but it would be nice to get out more."

She doesn't ask if it would inconvenience him, assuming that he wouldn't offer if it was or that he minded, after all.

"I'd like to do that, then. For all this place offers in exploration, I'd rather make sure as many people as I can are safe."

Bucky nods, yes. This should be a good thing to do, overall.

"Any places you want to find out about, in particular?"

Favrielle pauses, needle piercing the fabric stretched in the embroidery hoop. Her mind works quickly, weighing the pros and cons of the first thing that came to her mind. Bucky already knows a great deal about her world, including the Night Court which she explained carefully.

She's perfectly aware that most cultures don't have the same regard for such things that D'Angelines do, but Favrielle's far too stubborn to hide or pretend shame for something of her culture to keep friends.

"There is a place, in fact," she states, voice steady and without any lingering hesitation. "Though if you wouldn't be comfortable escorting me around there I'm certain I can find someone else."

"Hmm?" It takes him a moment to think around to where he might be uncomfortable escorting her to...

... and then it comes to him, and he straightens up. "Oh. I... are you sure you'd want to go? I would go with you if you do, I just... want to be certain."

Because... well. Not all such establishments that he's known are at all safe. Or healthy.

"Yes, I'm sure," she replies easily. "It's certain to be different from anything the Night Court offers and I find myself curious."

Favrielle studies his expression carefully, wondering if perhaps it's too much to ask of him.

"Not that I have any interest in partaking, but I'd like to speak with those who manage the establishments or work in them if their time permits," she adds after a moment, to make it clear to him what her intentions are. "But you shouldn't feel any obligation, of course."

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