HAPPY CENTENNIAL, BUCKY BARNES [open to all]

[zymasoldat]

Who: OPEN TO ALL. PARTY LOOOG!
Where: Wayward Pines's roller skating rink/bowling alley.
When: TODAY, MARCH 10th
What: It's Bucky Barnes's 100th-- uh. 31st. Yeah. 31st birthday...
Warnings: Just warn for anything in your headers.
[Open]

[ This wasn't Bucky's idea. If he had his way, his 100th birthday would come and go without any fanfare. But it's not up to him, really; it's up to Natasha. She's pretty good at getting her way. And it's not that she forced his hand, so much as strongly encouraged the party, using very persuasive arguments to get him to go along with it. It'd look suspicious, after all, if Bucky Barnes, friendly, outgoing local-boy mechanic, didn't celebrate his birthday. Right?

Now here he is, at the bowling-alley-slash-roller-skating-rink (complete with a small 'arcade' with pinball and claw machines), with Steve, Natasha, and anyone else who felt like showing up. Of course, it's not a 90s roller skate birthday party without a kick-ass mix full of songs he's never heard before. Food's a mix of whatever the concession stand's got available and some snacks they stocked up on. And-- oh, does that birthday cake actually have one hundred candles? Yeah. If asked about that, they'll just say it's an inside joke. You know, because Bucky's so old at 30...something... ha.

Anyway. Mingle. Skate. Bowl. Have fun. ]

[OOC: OKAY NOW THE PLAYLISTS ARE GETTING MOVED HERE: PLAYLIST 1, PLAYLIST 2, PLAYLIST 3.]

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[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx is as sure as an amnesiac can be that he's never stepped into this place in his life. Something about it made him want to turn back around and go back into actual sunlight, instead of the dancemosphere the roller rink is desperately trying to build. Maybe he's not much for dancing, or maybe he prefers a quieter establishment?

Still, he's been in the hospital for who knew how long, missed at least one of the meetings he vaguely recalls going to, and kinda feels obligated to catch up on how Bucky's been doing since the last (?) time he saw him. Especially on the guy's birthday. (A word that doesn't seem to hold much weight in his head, but he's certain that's the amnesia part kicking him in the ass. It has to be.)

So here he is, walking in a bit late. It had finally cleared up outside, so despite the lingering chill in the air, Nyx had left his coat home and he's a little grateful for it with how warm it seems inside. He spots Bucky and makes his way over, smirking to see him looking just as out of place as Nyx feels.]

Looks like you're having a great day.

[zymasoldat]

[ It's strange to feel this sense of camaraderie with a man he doesn't really know outside of memories of a life he never really lived, and yet, Bucky can't help but perk up a bit when he sees Nyx approach. It's hard to shake that bond, however false it is, that comes from serving in the same war (Which war? Not the one he actually fought in...) and attending the same veterans' group.

He huffs out a short laugh, a wry smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. ] Is it that obvious? [ He glances down at the bottle in his hand, mostly empty now, and starts picking at the label. ] Apparently, roller skating isn't like riding a bike. You do forget how to do it.

[ It's a convenient excuse, right? ]

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx snorts at that, glancing out at the skaters on the floor.]

Honestly can't say if I've ever tried or not. Doesn't seem like fun, riding around in such a small circle. Give me a good obstacle course any day of the week.

[It's nice to feel this comfortable around someone else. Nyx has had an itch ever since he got out of the hospital that he just couldn't get rid of, though he just can't explain what's bothering him. The people are nice enough, anyway. He's been given every opportunity to get back on his feet after the accident. Even so, he's grateful to have brothers here. This could have gone over a lot worse if he didn't.]

How many times did you fall on your ass before you gave up?

[zymasoldat]

[ Bucky lifts his brow, his smirk betraying the amusing mental image he's got in his head before he even speaks. ] An obstacle course with or without rollerskates?

[ Nyx's question draws a chuckle out of him, and Bucky shakes his head. ] Zero. [ After a beat, he admits: ] But only because I managed to grab the railing every time.

[ Gotta love those super soldier reflexes. He takes a sip of his beer, even if it's all for show. ] So. You missed the last meeting... Everything okay? [ Like he doesn't know that there's been another rash of 'accidents' and troubling memory loss. Like there's anything real about the meetings, no matter how authentic they feel. It's strange, he finds, how much harder it is to keep the act up around his fellow soldiers. Makes him think of Dugan and Morita and the rest of the Howlies, how it would've torn him up if he had to deceive them. ]

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx grins and his answer is in the amused shake of his head without having to say a word. Given proper challenge and incentive? He would absolutely strap wheels to his feet and try to run an obstacle course.

Try being the operative word.

His humor dies quickly, however, at Bucky's question. There's so much he's still missing. Even the meetings are just a blur. He knows they've happened and that's about it. He thinks.

He hooks a chair with his foot and pulls it out enough to have a seat.]

They told me I was in an accident. Head trauma. Among other things.

[He lifts his left arm pointedly. He still has very limited mobility, and he could no longer tell what part of the numbness was the prescription they gave him and what part was dead nerves. He was supposed to get the bandages changed in a couple days. He was afraid to see what it looked like now. Bad, if the rest of his scars were any indication.]

Saw Steve while I was in the hospital.