Shot 01 -- IM/Action

[wintersergeant]

[Bucky shoots the rainbow a charming grin. The effect is ruined a bit by the healing black eye and the cut on his cheek but hey, it works. (Someone had a run in with the shabti guards. Not fun. He doesn’t recommend it.)]

So I’m guessin’ the giant stone things are a new thing? No one ever mentioned ‘em before, just guards and a dragon.

[Also he’s pretty sure they look kinda like those Pharaoh guys he saw in the museum once but he’s not sure]

Just sayin’, that’s something you’d want to mention to a fella before he gets here. Bucky Barnes, at your service.

[He gives a sort of cocky, lazy salute, still grinning. The grin continues as he asks his next question, but he’s clearly a bit worried]

Anyone here seen a scrawny sixteen-year-old, by the way? Shorter’n me, weighs about a hundred pounds soaking wet, probably doin’ something stupid or drawing? He looks like he’s going to kick it if you look at him wrong. His name is Steve—if anyone knows where I can find him or knows where he is, tell him Bucky got outta that damn hotel and is looking for him.

Comments

[thestarspangledman]

Bucky? [This is, in fact, the droid big brother you are looking for, looking a mixture of anxious and exhausted and overall relieved, poised to dash over to wherever Bucky is ASAP.]

I just got here too, where are ya? Are you okay?

[wintersergeant]

Steve?!

[Bucky just gapes for a moment before looking around]

Uh, by the gold cabin. Wouljda believe that's mine?

[thestarspangledman]

The gold one? Well, you're movin' up in the world. [There's a little grin, and he gets up.]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[longmayshereign]

Welcome, Bucky.

[What an American sounding name!] I'm Mary, one of the post-Ragnarok Norse. I hope you'll be able to find what you need here.

[wintersergeant]

Pleased to meet ya, ma'am but...post-what?

[longmayshereign]

[Mary smiles broadly.] Ragnarok. The occasion of the destruction and rebirth of the Norse gods.

I've never had someone my own age call me ma'am before!

IM

[underwearfortomorrow]

Mm! They're friendly, though! As long as you're not a threat to the camp.

IM

[wintersergeant]

Woulda been nice to know before I shot 'em. I'd've died if one of the satyrs hadn't seen me.

IM

[underwearfortomorrow]

I imagine they didn't like being shot at, no. They shouldn't have attacked you with out being provoked, though...

[He and Artemis didn't have that much trouble.]

Action

[anythingwithstrings]

We had a pest problem, they would have been nice to have around before we got overrun with werewolves.

*Don't mind the little blonde half-sister sitting with a guitar she'd pulled out of storage in her cabin. Idly playing light chords on it.*

So 'Bucky?' Really? Tell me that's a nickname or something.

Action

[wintersergeant]

[Sister or not, he doesn't appreciate what he takes as a jab at his name. He's been Bucky since he was four, dammit]

Don't really matter if it is, yeah? That's what I go by.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Hello world, as Lydia appears in the IM Rainbow.]

I'm sure numerous people have told you already, but just in case, the stone creatures are called shabti and they're kind of like golems. [Cue smile.] Hey, there. I'm Lydia, Cabin Ten Counselor. You and your friend seem to be settling in okay?

[wintersergeant]

[Oh, but future girls are so pretty. He smiles]

Yeah, still woulda been nice to know before I shot at one. Cabin Ten is...who?

[IM]

[deathdiduspart]

At least now you know.

[He's kind of not in a good mood. Sorry, Bucky. Nico frowns.]

Hotel?

[IM]

[wintersergeant]

Yeah, the Lotus Hotel. I heard someone else got stuck there too.

[excusing]

[ Suddenly, a Heather, sparkling into view. ]

I think they add a certain je ne sais quois to the camp, the shabtis, I think they're called. I heard the magic kids talking about 'em.

Haven't seen your friend, though! Sorry!

[wintersergeant]

That's fine, I found 'im.

[And he is so freaking relieved you have no idea]

Someone said they're Egyptian. I dunno, this is all a bit crazy.

IM

[polishfan]

Yeah, the shabtis aren't much to be worried about usually. We had a little bit of trouble, so they're sort of keeping an eye out.

[Have a grin.]

I'm Feuilly, hanging out in cabin nine.

IM

[wintersergeant]

[He is going to butcher this so badly, sorry Feuilly]

You Greek or somethin' else, Feu--F--gotta a nickname?

[weneedasign]

I'm afraid I haven't seen him.

[He'll make a note of the appearance and name, however.]

My name is Enjolras. I'm the counselor of the Apollo Cabin. [He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.] As for the giant stones, I believe Sadie said they were called shabti. Has no one told you about the camp opening up to other pantheons?

[wintersergeant]

S'fine, I found him.

[So happy, too]

Well, they have now, yeah but--Apollo?

[IM]

[wordtechgodhood]

[It's the last line that pings him. He's leaning a little awkwardly towards the source of the Iris Message as he shoots Bucky a blood-red glance over the tops of his ever-present shades.]

Hotel? [Normally he'd think nothing of it, but 'that damn hotel' has a certain.. feel to it. He shoots an idle salute back, nearly disappears as he half collapses and finally moves himself properly into frame.] Uh-- Dave Strider. Son of Janus. You mean the Lotus Hotel?

[Can't be.]

[IM]

[wintersergeant]

Nice t'meet ya and yeah, I do. Why?

[againstallodds]

"Damn hotel?" [Of course Percy picks up on that. Considering he's been there himself, and then there's Nico and Bianca... well yeah, he's keyed to it.] What hotel're you talking about?

[wintersergeant]

The Lotus. I hear someone else's been there, too.