if you build it, they will come. hopefully.

[abyssum_invocat]

So. Replicators.

They take some getting used to for a child who's never come across technology even remotely similar before, but after a few wrong turns and a bit of confusion over how what it spat out at her was supposed to be decent clothing Sinthia got the hang of it. Enough, anyway, to order food and drink, and a modest bunch of parts to make something.

A something which, if the instructions are anything to go by--thankfully they're pictograms as well as words, in case the passersby like the mun don't read German--will be a quite pretty little mechanical tellurion.

She's totally interruptable while building this, yes. Periodically she needs breaks.

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[stark_spangled]

Steve's not going to let him fade away.

"Do you remember basic training, Bucky?" he asks, squeezing his shoulder. He realizes his memories, or rather the lack thereof, can be an upsetting topic for Bucky to muddle through, but Steve doesn't know any other way of reaching him. "Before they shipped anybody out, they made sure you could pass muster. You can't fight a war without training, and you can't save lives until you figure out how to save your own first."

Bucky knows how to fight, that much is obvious. He knows how to make his body a weapon. But Steve isn't sure he remembers how to live inside his own head anymore, and that makes him dangerous. "Maybe your mission now is to figure out who you're supposed to be."