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Bucky isn't a fan of whatever is going on here. Last he knew he was setting things up in Budapest and now? Now he's here. Wherever 'here' is. 

He looks at his new items with distrust. The necklace is hideous and he shoves it into a pocket instead of putting it on. He shoves the phone and pamphlet in there, along with this weird red money. Monopoly money. Where is Steve to get a kick out of that? 

Steve. Shit, he is probably still looking for him. Bucky didn't plan on staying away forever. He'd just needed time. And now he is God knows  where with... Monopoly money, costume jewelry, and a phone. Yeah. This is great.

He leaves the cave thing and stumbles out, looking for anyone at all who can talk to him. He slips the necklace on, finally, deciding it was better to not test that rule yet. Maybe it will help bring him to someone that can help him...

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Well. That was exciting.

[Presumably he means his arrival, since his is an unfamiliar face.]

Where does one go for fun around here?

[There are probably more important things to tend to first, Lucifer.]

[Action: Genessia City]

It's a good thing that he'd woken up in some place where no one else could see him -- and that he'd figured out that his true face was showing so he could hide it again -- because until he figures out what sort of place this is, it's better not to go showing it off to anyone he comes across. Especially given what happened the first time he did that.

So the strangest thing about this man strolling through Genessia City is his clothing. Not the fact that it's an expensive suit, bespoke, not off-the-rack. It's more the state of it: crisp white shirt marred by what appears to be several bullet holes, though not stained by blood and he himself has no injuries; a tear in the left jacket sleeve, and what appears to be blood if looked at closely enough. Otherwise his clothes are clean and impeccably cared for.

Where is he going? He doesn't know, but that's never stopped him before. If he acts like he belongs for long enough, then he's sure to figure something out soon enough.

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[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]

The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.

[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.


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[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.

And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.

He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]