Two soldiers walk into a bar...

[ltcolonel]

[ooc: Feel free to run into either or both of them! John and Bucky both have their memories of their previous visit to the Enterprise.]


John Sheppard
John Sheppard is responsible for setting Atlantis down on a planet of ice and snow at the edge of Pegasus Galaxy. It is a pretty good landing if he does say so himself and they are settling in well. Or they are until Rodney is kidnapped. He’s got a good deal of pent up frustration over the lack of intel, and takes it out on regular patrols to check on the condition of Atlantis in her new setting. The temperatures outside are a little bitter though, and on this inspection of how Atlantis is settling into in, he resembles an Artic explorer. One second he’s rubbing his hands to get some warmth back into them, and next, he’s back inside.

Memories come flooding back, and John pushes his hood back. Woah, how has he managed to forget all of this? “Wow that was a bit if a head rush. I didn’t think I would be seeing this place again.” He moves off confidently heading towards the bar, where someone can fill him in on what’s going on.


Bucky Barnes
The memories he gets are not the ones that he wants. The irony that he can remember another version of his life better than his own, isn’t lost on him. He crouches down against the wall, blue eyes uncertain, as he assimilates them. Voices overlap each other, growing louder. Images - cutting his hair, Steve, Natasha.

Slowly the voices fade and he straightens up. He can’t stay here in the corridor, it is too exposed, and he doesn’t have any intel on what has happened since he’s been away. Slowly, with many pauses to watch the security personnel go past, he moves to find an empty room.

Comments

[dust_of_life]

Of course it wasn't Jefferson. Jefferson would never dress like that, for one thing. And the multiverse wouldn't be generous enough to give Jefferson back to her, for another thing.

Fatima suppressed a sigh, taking the earbuds out of her ears.

Still, the resemblance was haunting. Same hair and eyes. Same nose. Same curl to the upper lip. SHe'd never get used to it.

"Sorry," she said, turning off her music. "You look like someone I knew."

[bestpal]

"Was he important to you?" He could avoid her if it would make her more comfortable. For years he had been a ghost, it would not be hard to continue you like that.

"You look disappointed that I am not him."

[dust_of_life]

Interesting question. Fatima nodded slightly. "I guess he was. He was the only person in Zelien with any fashion sense whatsoever."

It was a lame attempt at a joke.

A very, very lame attempt.

Fatima shrugged, putting on her game-face, the mask that said she was too blase and too jaded to really feel anything anyway. "Not important," she said. Even if it was. "To avoid further embarrassment, what should I call you?"

[bestpal]

And the joke is lost on him, he has become quite Russian in his sense of humour. His blue eyes pierce hers for a second, and it's clear he's seen that mask slide into place. He's become something of an expert on masks - his own and others.

"You can call me Bucky, most people do."

[dust_of_life]

"Bucky," she repeated. The name sounded a little silly and old-fashioned to her ears. But then again, her name wasn't exactly easy to deal with. Too many connotations that weren't true.

So 'Bucky' it would be.

"My name is Fatima. And I'm not a terrorist."