Video;; Old Man Yells At Cloud

[reconstitution]

WHO: Bucky (Winter) & You!
WHERE: Inescapable Hell Boxes, ig
WHAT: Video & Action to Cohorts
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Bucky Barnes has a potty mouth


[ When the video feed opens up, it's a face that hasn't been around for an entire month. He's unshaven, trying to keep the scowl off his face because it's not anybody's fault this shit always seems to happen to him, but here we are. Winter starts off just scratching at his beard to collect his thoughts. ]

Alright. First thing's first.. What the fuck is going on?

[ Thoughts scattered to the wind. All semblance of control of this situation gone. Good job, Barnes. A+. He huffs, looks off toward the room he's in for a moment, and regains focus. ]

Someone want to fill me in on the current situation? Can't say that I've got a passion for waking up in strange places with no memory of it happening.

Comments

action;

[alaspooryork]

[He shakes the offered hand with a firmer grip than might be expected.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Winter.

[Should he introduce himself properly? Or at least partially? Probably.]

I am from the year 2553, born on an independent spaceship under the umbrella of the United Nations. We had recently finished fighting a war against a coalition of alien races called the Covenant; I am no stranger to ships or alien technology.

action;

[reconstitution]

I'd ask how the future is, but it sounds like it's pretty much the same shit. Good to have someone who knows their way around a ship. I've got a few years under my belt, but probably nothing compared to your experience.

action;

[alaspooryork]

[Delta smirks a little bit.]

In many ways, you are not wrong.

[He cocks his head to one side.] If there were a proper interface, I could most likely pilot this ship without changing my data expertise. Lacking the ability to switch, however, I am stuck with the Communications expertise at the moment. Did you take a data point?