Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

When Steven arrived at work that morning there was a delivery waiting in the lobby of all sorts of things: new maps, brochures, cleaning supplies, cups for the water cooler, and so on.

It was rather nice, Steven thought, that when things were expected to arrive at a certain time that they did. No waiting about for hours and hours only to be left empty handed with no word about why no one came after you'd completely disrupted two days in order to arrange everything for said arrival to happen.

Steven had no particular reason for thinking this, but the thought was there anyway. Perhaps it was one of those strange island things where things unrelated to the island somehow managed to be an influence. Who could say?

Regardless, Steven cheerfully set about taking inventory of what arrived and then putting things away. But he was never far from the Welcome Desk if he was needed.

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[pocketpretzels]

And lo, there was a Watts for extreme slowplay lunch, as per usual.

"Hello, you!"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven's face lit up to see him. "Hello, you! Lunchtime already?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Lunchtime already," Watts confirmed.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven put out the sign that said he was taking a break, then came around the desk to stand beside Llewellyn. "Wonderful. I am peckish so looking forward to it. And seeing you is always a treat."

[pocketpretzels]

"Flirt," Watts declared fondly, as he took his hat and deposited it on the desk, and then offered Steven his arm.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven took said arm gladly. "How's your morning been then?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Uneventful," Watts reported. "This is the highlight."

[hasaknightjob]

"Oh! Before I forget!" Steven said. "Nell popped by to drop off vegetables from her garden. Don't suppose you could be a love and take them home with you? If you're heading home after this?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Of course I could," Watts said, that quiet pleasure whenever Steven casually referred to their home just as strong as ever.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell stopped by between her classes with an armload of frshly picked vegetables. "Good morning, Steven!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Morning, Nell," Steven said said. He took in what she was carrying. "Have you brought a farm stand with you then?"

[mylandmyrules]

She laughed. "I just came back from Soulwood and thought you'd enjoy some just picked, just off the vine vegetables."

[hasaknightjob]

"Isn't that kind of you?" Steven reached out to take them from Nell. "Here, let me get them behind the desk where they'll be safe. Don't they look wonderful? So much color to them."

[mylandmyrules]

"There's not much better than fresh from the land vegetables," Nell said. "Still sun-warmed and grown in good earth."

She smiles at him. "How are you, Steven? My Thursdays have been so busy I haven't been able to get here as often as I'd like."

[hasaknightjob]

"Some of these will be going into a salad tonight for certain," Steven said. "And well, thank you. Celebrated Llewellyn's birthday last week. Took a small holiday for that. Went whale watching! Never done that before. Loads of fun."

[mylandmyrules]

"Oh, you'll have to tell him happy birthday for me!" Nell said. "And a whale watch! I've never been on one of those. What was it like?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You go out on a boat and they take you to spots in the water where they're known to hang about," Steven explained. "Then if it's a time of year when there's a lot of them you get to see them splashing their tails and swimming by and all. You should try it if you get the chance. Beautiful day out on the water even if you don't end up seeing anything."

[shapethecentury]

Busy day at the museum, clearly. Bucky showed up in the afternoon, and as much as he was trying to keep the expression on his face neutral, it was a mix of something wary and something curious, as he took in whatever he could see immediately upon entering the building.

He had feelings about museums, these days. As most of his feelings, they were complicated.

[hasaknightjob]

The events which had made Bucky the subject of international news had been years ago in Steven's world. They were also the sorts of events that Marc paid more attention to than Steven. So there was no look of recognition when Steven saw Bucky enter, other than recognizing him as a visitor he'd not seen before.

"Hello!" Steven said, giving him a friendly wave. "Welcome to the Museum. Need any help or just looking to have a wander?"

[shapethecentury]

Bucky gave him a little nod back, as greeting.

"Didn't know there was a museum," he said, as... answer, sort of. (Didn't know, hadn't remembered, one of those.) "What's it for?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Bit of a best kept secret," Steven said. "It's for things related to the island, you see. We've native bugs and fish- " Steven pointed in the respective directions of where these things could be found as he said them. So to his right, then left, then up, then down. " - artwork, and things related to island events and history. Anything in particular strike your fancy?"

[shapethecentury]

"The history, I guess," Bucky replied, after taking a second to digest all that. "Though I was here for some of it."

Kind of a theme with his museum visits, really.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not new then?" Steven asked. "Sorry, if we've met I've forgotten. Happens sometimes. No offense meant, I promise. I'm Steven. With a V."

Steven pointed to his name tag to demonstrate. He was very proud of his name tag.

[shapethecentury]

Bucky nodded again. "Bucky," he said, "hi."

He had no name tag to point to. His hand was in his pocket, anyway.

(The other sleeve was pinned up so it wouldn't flap around, empty.)

"I've been away for a couple of years. Got back a while ago."

[hasaknightjob]

"I see," Steven said. "Been here two years myself so sounds as though we may have just missed one another? Still, here now. Good to meet you. You don't - do you need a place to live by any chance? I help run the boarding house as well, you see."