pineslog | I can't help it, man! I'm all about stupid!

Who: Kenzi Malikov and EVERYONE?!
Where: The nail salon, Rumlow's gym, Steve/Nat/Bucky's house, Main Street
When: April 1st to 5th
What: Catch all log for shenanigans, bonding, mischief, and conspiracy theories
Warnings: Will update as needed.
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Getcho nails did

Work for a living? Does she look like a chump?

...Apparently the answer is yes, because she DOES have a job. She doesn't remember ever applying, but she also definitely remembers working here and doing peoples nails and actually having fun most of the time. It's a creative outlet and it gets her off the couch and out of the house. Working doesn't give her time to mourn the loss of video games she thought she had and ... a person she just can't quite remember. Plus, she's got actual bills to pay now. She's not squatting in a crack shack with--... SOMEONE! Who is it?

It's fine. It's probably not important. She's got a life to worry about. A fresh start. Who needs to steal and con when you can apply rhinestones to peoples fingernails for eight hours a day? Hard work. Honest... work.

Whatever. It's fine. Come on in, sit down at her station, and let her rescue your cuticles. Damn.

He's never coming out.

Kenzi is starting to think she married a workaholic. Which is honestly hilarious considering she is the exact opposite. Of course, it's not all work for Rumlow. He gets to do pretty much his favourite thing ever, which for some reason is lifting weights and getting sweaty and teaching other people how to lift weights and get sweaty until everyone is just lifting things for HOURS! It smells like gym class in there. Probably because... it's a gym. A gym that is open FOREVER which means he leaves the house early and doesn't come back until late.

Eventually, it occurs to Kenzi that she actually misses her husband when he's not home, and that leads to her either visiting him while he's at work and she's on lunch or waiting outside until he's done work so they can head home together.

Watching people get buff gets boring after a while. Seriously, there's only so much ogling a girl can do before she starts to get antsy. Rumlow's busy. There's no way she's gonna touch the equipment when she could just be sitting around instead. The railing out front is a good a spot as any. Fresh air, peace and quiet, lot's of-- UGH, it's boring out here TOO! Someone please talk to her before her eyes roll out of her skull.

How do you even neighbour?

Knock Knock! Now that everyone's no longer dying, Kenzi finally got to bake a fresh batch of cookies to deliver to her neighbours. Okay, mostly they're for Steve, but she knows Bucky's probably going to inhale a few and she'd be super stoked if Nat had some. She hasn't actually talked to Steve since the "accident" and she hasn't seen Bucky or Nat since the party.

Enough of her memory is back that she's... conflicted... about things. Some stuff just doesn't add up, some stuff feels too real to not be true! It's hard to sort out. Kinda makes her head hurt. What she does know is that Steve was super freaking nice to her and she didn't even recognize him and she needs to do something nice to apologize/pay him back. She also knows that she really does care about Bucky, even if he's mad at her for a stupid reason.

Even if he might not actually... be...

No. Nope. Don't go there. Shake it off, Kenzi. Smile.

She continues to wait patiently with the container of cookies in her hands.

Choose your own adventure!

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Right. Okay. The super massive, actual giant doesn't like fighting. Technically, yeah, that would make sense considering it wouldn't be much of a fight against anyone. He could step on someone and destroy them. Then there's the fact that he seems to be super freakin' sweet and polite and... kind of adorable?

"Dude, yes! Of course it's totally fine. Looking around town and talking to people definitely helps with the memory loss, trust me. Come on." She keeps holding onto his hand as she steps towards the door and opens it, so she can pull him along with her. Once inside the gym, she finally lets go.

"I couldn't even remember my last name when I left the hospital. Or, you know, the fact that I'm married." She shrugs, trying to play it off like it's nothing major. But it's major. Wide-spread amnesia is NOT normal. "This is my husband's gym."

He blinks at first, then smiles as she takes his hand and if she's pulling, he's going without even a bit of fight. Instead, he's listening to her advice, nodding along with it as they go. Once they get inside, he straightens up a little to look around. So far, nothing much.

"I don't think I'm married," he says quietly, absently, as he looks around the gym, leaning over to glance here and there where he can. He puts his pack down for a moment before turning back to her.

"And my last name doesn't seem real. But it's on my house."

Which is weird all by itself, and his face clearly says that. Another second before-

"I'm glad you got to come home to someone, though."

"I didn't think I was either." And then SURPRISE! That was an awkward moment and a half.

Kenzi watches Randel's face as he looks around, trying to see if there's anything that gets a reaction from him or triggers some kind of memory. She's about to agree with last names and houses and not seeming real or feeling normal in the least when he comes out of left field with that adorable sentiment.

Seriously, it tugs at her heartstrings and she clutches her chest and actually says, "Awwwwh! Are you made of sugar or something? You're literally so sweet."

That's it. She's keeping this one. She's gonna help him get his memories back and watch out for him and never let anything bad happen to him EVER! Even though... she is half his size. Minor detail.

"What things do you remember?"

That is a question he does not really want to address. Mostly because the answers are largely terrible. But she'd asked and whatever he remembers, he just... he doesn't want to be dishonest. Or worry her. So he focuses on the better answers, the ones that seem more practical.

"I remember someone putting their arms around me when I thought...I don't know what I thought, but I was scared. I remember a sister, Ursula." And selling himself to some questionably legal people to pay for her medicine. "And I remember I don't like meat. It makes me sick."

Other than that, the rest is sort of hazy. But he ducks his head a little.

"I don't know if I'm sweet. I guess I can just appreciate how important people can be to one another."

He wouldn't be as hard on himself as he is if he didn't.

"So you're a compassionate vegetarian with a sister. That's a great start! Seriously, better than some people I know." Better than what she could remember. She thought she was a thief and a degenerate when she first woke up, but apparently she's a little more well rounded than that. Or so she thinks...

It's still hard to tell what's real and what's not, but she's choosing to believe that there are good things about her and she can have a good life! You know, despite the weird signs around town and how she got so sick recently she thought she was dying. Oh, and that hail storm. That sucked!

"Does your sister live around here? Maybe we can call her or something." She really wants to give Randel a hug right now, but that might be weird.

"I don't know," he admits, and he's not sure why the concept of calling her seems so very strange. After all, doesn't everyone have a phone here? Shouldn't she be here, with a phone, somewhere? But then, how could they have been as poor as to need to- who here would have bought him to pay for the medical supplies? It's all more questions than answers.

"Do you have anyone other than your husband here?"

Concern, for her. There's something about her 'some people I know' that made him wonder if she was talking about herself.

Of course he doesn't know, Kenzi, way to be insensitive as fuck! The guy doesn't remember anything. Wow. Talk about foot in mouth.

"Uh, yeah, actually. My cousin. Bucky Barnes." The only family she actually likes and bothered to stay in touch with. It's not as close as the bond between a sister and a brother, but they're close. They grew up together. She can at least relate to Randel a bit. "He fixes cars and I guess is kinda cool but don't tell him I said that. It's a secret."

"Oh, all right. If it's a secret," and yes, he's teasing a little, and it feels familiar. Teasing between siblings. Did he have siblings?

He feels like he has siblings. A few older, a few the same age, a couple younger. There's a flutter of an oversized jacket and a cap, a boy with a slingshot who was determined but not very good. At least not yet.

"I'm glad. That you have people. Family's important."

And he doesn't mean it in the creepy conformist sort of Stepford Wives way that some people here might. No, family is home, more than a building. It's the people who help you through and teach you what you need to know. It's the ones you take care of, even at the cost of

The highest cost.

"I don't think I've seen my family for a long time."

I can't help it, man! I'm all about stupid!

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