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fandomtownies2019-04-05 02:06 pm
shapethecentury) wrote in fandomtownies2019-04-05 02:06 pm
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Back Room at Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Early Friday Morning
Bucky had been on the island for several days, now. And he hadn't learned much.
Well. No. Strike that. He'd learned things. It was just that the things he'd learned didn't seem to make a whole hell of a lot of sense. Memories had come back to him and were coming back to him, but they still seemed muddled or mixed up somehow. The world had changed while he'd been on ice, he knew, but there was still so much that just didn't seem possible. And that was even before going into how the letters to Rebecca dated back to the 1940s, while his memories of this place seemed to suggest... something else.
But five days in Fandom was long enough for him to have found out about radio. He still wasn't sure what surveillance tech was providing it with all its info, but he'd made damn sure he wasn't getting the name 'Bucky' on the airwaves again today. Because early this morning, he finally went looking deeper into the only establishment he was sure he'd been to before.
Getting into the candy store through the back wasn't hard. Regular locks weren't really a match to his left hand, after all. As for what he found... Little, but of some worth. Some paperwork with his signature, proving he'd been the manager of this place, for a time. And proving the frustrating, the impossible: that he'd been here in 2016.
But there was also a further clue. Some of the paperwork mentioned an address. Mauvaise Chance Apartments, #-4, 24 Mallard Way.
Guess he knew where he was going next.
( ooc: establishy! squirrels, please note: that Wonka's was broken into is fine for broadcast, but Bucky's identity is NFB, please and thank you! )
Well. No. Strike that. He'd learned things. It was just that the things he'd learned didn't seem to make a whole hell of a lot of sense. Memories had come back to him and were coming back to him, but they still seemed muddled or mixed up somehow. The world had changed while he'd been on ice, he knew, but there was still so much that just didn't seem possible. And that was even before going into how the letters to Rebecca dated back to the 1940s, while his memories of this place seemed to suggest... something else.
But five days in Fandom was long enough for him to have found out about radio. He still wasn't sure what surveillance tech was providing it with all its info, but he'd made damn sure he wasn't getting the name 'Bucky' on the airwaves again today. Because early this morning, he finally went looking deeper into the only establishment he was sure he'd been to before.
Getting into the candy store through the back wasn't hard. Regular locks weren't really a match to his left hand, after all. As for what he found... Little, but of some worth. Some paperwork with his signature, proving he'd been the manager of this place, for a time. And proving the frustrating, the impossible: that he'd been here in 2016.
But there was also a further clue. Some of the paperwork mentioned an address. Mauvaise Chance Apartments, #-4, 24 Mallard Way.
Guess he knew where he was going next.
( ooc: establishy! squirrels, please note: that Wonka's was broken into is fine for broadcast, but Bucky's identity is NFB, please and thank you! )