[ OPEN ] i know some places and i've seen some faces

[falcony]

WHO: sam wilson and anyone/everyone.
WHAT: captain america cookout.
WHERE: sam's horizon domain
WHEN: third saturday of september (aka, about 3 weeks after the jailbreak)
NOTES: see below!

HELLO ALL AND WELCOME TO SAM'S CAPTAIN AMERICA COOKOUT!!!!

Over the last week or so, Sam has been going out of his way to contact as many people as he knows to invite them to a cookout at his place in the Horizon. He knows that after the jailbreak, a lot of people were separated, and this was his first thought on how to bring people together. The purpose behind it is simply because Sam thinks that the one thing all of them have in common, opinion on the Singularity and their situations aside, is that they were all brought here and can actually access the Horizon. He sees merit and use in coming together when they can, especially in ways that don't involve the politics of the land they're now living in. So, what better way to do that than around food?

The long and short of it is - this is a peace meal. Leave your issues at the door. Sam has very few rules and there is very little he will give in terms of what this cookout will entail, but three things he will make very clear:

1.) There will be no fighting at his home. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass.
2.) There is no meeting or serious reason for this cookout. Literally, he just wants people to come together who may no longer be able to see each other due to the travel constraints. It's meant to be fun. Come have fun. (he knows y'all know what that is, even when some of you pretend you don't). Bring food if you want to! There is also a kitchen (if you know what that is) and places to crash. Hope you like seafood!
3.) Anyone who can come into the Horizon is welcome. He'd love it if everyone came, so spread the word.

The cookout itself is set up out front, with picnic tables and chairs and fire pits and lights abound. There are tables set up near grilles if anyone wants to do any actual cooking outside, and a table (probably multiple) set up with sides and napkins and utensils. There are a variety of different places to go and sit and hang out while you're eating. Anything and everything you can want is available - food, drinks, yard games, music playing from out in the trees that will remain consistent unless someone tries to find the speakers and hijack the playlists, etc. If you can't find something outside, you're more than welcome to check the house.

All throughout the party, too, there will be a new friend. Red, as Sam fondly calls him, is a blood-red hunting hawk with silver in between the feathers. He can be found circling around Sam quite often, or perched on his shoulders, but also if you are out and about you can often see him checking up on anyone and everyone. He's a very curious little bird, and also pretty sassy, if you want to interact with him.



If you haven't, or have, been to Sam's domain before, feel free to take a look around. Anywhere is open (save for one locked bedroom) so everyone has open access, but most of the cookout itself will be located in the front yard.

OOC: This is mean to be an OPEN LOG, so leave your TLs or closed threads below! This party will last basically as long as people want it to, but the idea is for it to be an afternoon into the evening. Y'all have free reign save for destroying Sam's home, but if you have any questions, hit me up on plurk (disarmingly or disco (dai#3757). Sam's TL is below, and he will be bouncing around like the good host he is, but lets get a little party started.

Comments

[restoral]

It's a loaded question for Bucky and it could have a lot of flippant answers from I tried to kill him to He inherited me. The energy here isn't quite pulling his more flippant answers out, though, so he has to think about the answer for a moment.

"We fought on the same side of enough fights that we're stuck together."

That sums it up. Sort of. Bucky's not unhappy to be stuck with Sam and he imagines at this point it is mutual, but he can't picture himself not factoring Sam into things or walking away. They're not-quite-partners or whatever it is they've settled on.

"Not that Sam's hurting for backup." And then Bucky gestures in front of them to the party and all the people Sam's gathered here. Some are familiar faces for Bucky, others aren't.

[gynvael]

Not a complicated answer, but one that says enough, both in its brevity and the time Bucky spends considering it. It feels not unlike when he tells people, even now, that he and Jaskier sometimes travel together.

He doesn’t press further. He gets it.

“He managed to drag me here,” he replies drily. “I had plans to sit alone in the woods.”

That may or may not be true. The constant bustle of the city is getting to him. He isn’t unused to it, exactly, but nor does he often spend so much of his days in a crowd. More and more, he finds it hard to swallow the urge to take off.

[restoral]

"I can't believe you passed that up. Think about all the things you could be brooding about."

Which is the kind of thing Bucky might actually have done with his day if he hadn't come here. At least now he can brood with company. It might even be good company.

"Personally, I'm just happy to be somewhere that doesn't smell like fish for a few hours."

[gynvael]

"Mm. I even had a list."

It's not bad company. Despite his words, he's finding the whole thing all right, and he knows the value of having everyone in one place. He can get a headcount, for one. Find faces he might've missed and faces that might be missing.

He looks back over. Right. By the sea. That's where Nott is, isn't it? If he recalls the map Jaskier pulled out for him back at the castle correctly.

"I'm told Nott runs its own ship." In that statement is a question, an implication: it's unusual. Kingdoms as tightly controlled as Thorne don't often let their territories operate outside of the crown's influence. There's a reason for why Nott seems to be almost altogether independent, if what Nadine's said is true. He just doesn't know what it is yet.

[restoral]

"Yeah, I'm not sure what they have on the castle to keep themselves so independent. I've basically been promised I'm safe there."

Not that Bucky's entirely convinced of it. He doesn't hide the skepticism in his voice and most of the time, he plays things low-key and keeps his metal arm hidden so he can fly under the radar. Just because they tell him he's safe or even intend for him to be, it doesn't mean that he is.

"If I can figure it out, I'll let you know, but I'm not sure how long I'm sticking around. Sam's going to kill me if I take too long to meet up with him."

[gynvael]

That is a hell of a promise. Geralt acknowledges the offer with a noncommittal noise. This continent is more spread out than what he's used to and, as far as he can tell, with a startling range of wilderness disrupting connections between towns. If there are smaller villages and settlements in between each larger nation-state, he can't find them marked on any map. Which doesn't mean they aren't there, but it remains unchartered territory regardless. Territory even Geralt has been hesitant to consider travelling through without knowing more.

It's possible he may have been charting possible routes to Thorne. If needed. (If Yennefer ever needs him.)

He takes a sip of his beer. "Likely. He nearly ran off into the desert that night."

First time, really, he'd seen Sam not think with a clear head. Geralt offers no elaboration on how he knows this or why he'd have been there that night in the first place.