Jurassic City - Network

I need someone to come with me outside the barrier tomorrow. I'm working on something and this is the last little bit that will finish it up. I will pay you in beer and owe you.

I need more halloween candy. It's all disappeared.

Oh, thank god. I prefer the dinosaurs over a SHIELD prison. I'm a little worried that I left Kobik back at the base...

Oh and since I'm here and there are new people in town, the Barrier Patrol is always looking for anyone who can handle themselves in a fight or knows their way around a gun. Yes, we run into dinosaurs on occasion.

You kids are all just a little bit wacky, aren't you?

In other news, a serious question...Do dinosaurs imprint on their mothers like chicks? Because there is this tiny lizard...thing that has been following me around for days.

So... this definitely isn't space. Or maybe it is, what do I know? This isn't the planet I'm supposed to be on.

Okay so ... that's over? Good.

I don't like to lie but having to say everything kind of sucks.

I mostly just stayed in with Billy and he knows everything anyway and there was no one to make faces when we got sappy or morose ... it was mostly the sap though? No one would be that surprised probably.

We should do a game or something. 2 truths and a lie? Stupid truths only, since we all said all the heavy stuff we wish we hadn't.

Whoever invented the eighth grade is a masochist. Can I please go home now -

I can't. Don't look. Why?

( Don't (Cut IC to try to hide, and OOC for possibly triggery Bucky history of violence/torture/etc, and also enormous word salad of trying to hide things in a lot of random. )

I hate this so much. I don't want this. Don't read. I won't read anyone else.

Well, this is marginally better than dying in an explosion.

Is there a Steve Rogers here? Because that man gets me into the worst kinds of messes.

As nice as this place is, for somewhere that I was forced to be against my will, I must admit, I find myself at a bit of a loose end here. Besides work, I'm not certain what to do. Not that that's much different than my life back home, but at least there, there were innumerable distractions.

What the actual fuck?

Bucky? What the hell did you do this time?

You know... this place was a lot more fun when we had dinosaurs to hunt. Now they're all back on the right side of the fence and people look at you funny when you say you want to go out there.

Some of the biggest ones never even made it into the city.

There should be more weapons, tracking, and food stashes for the next time. With the little juice packets.

[Filtered to Skye]
Stop talking to him. Your windows will break again.

I left you something. The tag in the store said you play with them for stress. Your hands are what make things shake. I thought they might help you remember.

And they're soft, so if you get mad and drop them on your feet to break things it won't hurt your feet.

Open letter to Dinosaur City:

Please stop sending the weird alternate universe Avengers who have known each other about two weeks and are awkward and sad. Please send actual Avengers. Yes, my sidekick and her band of teenage vigilantes are here. Yes, my smoking hot girlfriend is here. Yes, Luke and every white Hero For Hire is here. Yes, Deadpool is here. He's going to say something now. Speak his name and he appears or something And, most importantly, yes, twelve year old Bucky Barnes is here. But we really need actual Cap and Stark. Not the weird bargain bin versions. Note - I'm not calling their Widow bargain bin. I know better. Still, our Nat would be nice.

Thanks.

PS - Don't send our Hank. The old guy is fine.
PPS - DO NOT SEND RICHARDS. NOBODY WANTS HIM. SUE DOESN'T EVEN WANT HIM.
PPPS - Special request for Peter Parker.

As fascinating as these dinosaurs may be from a biochemical perspective... Would someone mind telling me just what the hell is going on here?!

Mass kidnappings? Really?

I don't know about the rest of you but I've been having the time of my life. Wish I had my gun though.

[James Barnes Sr]
You're not still stalking that T-rex, are you?

So what am I supposed to do for fun around here? I can't even get into a bar and I've been told proper dance halls are a thing of the past. What the fuck do you people do? This is why I could never