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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Monday

Guess who'd picked a great time to return to the island:

Yes, that was right, Bucky Barnes, fresh out a portal from Wakanda. Fresh in a manner of speaking, anyway - this latest round of brain work had been kind of a lot. Shuri seemed to think he was nearing a breakthrough, though, and even though Bucky himself was feeling compelled to wonder if she didn't actually mean a breakdown...

Well. Wasn't nothing, was it?

He fired off a quick text to Jesse to tell her he was both alive and back on the island, and then he let Ingrid briefly talk his ear off about how they should've been planning for all the seasonal screenings for every holiday coming up (it was never too early to think about Halloween, apparently), and something about the auditorium appearing to be stuck on only accepting movies from a particular year.

Aside from that, Bucky was unaware of any shenanigans. That was not going to last.

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Battle of the Realms

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Get your tickets.

Get snacks, wait, talk to Bucky, possibly experience memories of other people getting snacks and waiting around.

"You picked the worst week to come back," Jesse informed him, well before she was anywhere near James himself.

She was approaching quickly, though.

"I did?" Bucky asked, stepping out from behind the concessions counter without a second though. Or possibly even a first one. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing bad enough for that face," Jesse sighed. "Just... island shenanigans. And not the Anakin Skywalker kind."

She went in for a quick hug as soon as she was close enough.

With the addition of the hug, Bucky was maybe not immediately convinced.

Still, as he asked, "Shenanigans like what?" he also gave her a quick squeeze with his arm.

"I ran into a medieval prince running drills in the park," Jesse said, taking a professional step back. "And then he just disappeared. Then I watched a Saint Bernard drag a boy halfway across the street. It disappeared too. We've been getting phone calls like that for hours now."

She paused, and held up her arm. "Also, apparently, I taste like beets?"

"Like beets," Bucky echoed, looking from her arm up to her face, like he was trying to put that information together with the rest of it.

No such luck.

"What?"

"Are you going to be weirded out if I tell you to lick yourself and you'll see what I mean?"

The answer to that question was a yes. But it wasn't going to stop Bucky from doing it, bringing his wrist up to his mouth and giving it a very small experimental lick.

"... Gun oil."

And definitely not just residue from maintenance, since he'd just come back and he did not touch weapons in Wakanda as a rule.

"Guess you're not kissing me today."

"I think it's probably better for both of us," Jesse said wryly. "Unless you really like the taste of beets."

"I mean," Bucky replied, with a very very small wry smile. "I could probably learn."

"Very romantic," Jesse told him. "Not sure it'd live up to reality, though."

Bucky offered her a half-shrug, then glanced the way she'd come in.

"So... Random flavors, check. What was all that other stuff?"

"They seem to be temporal events of some kind?" Jesse said. "I've seen some of the old mayors, too."

"Temporal events?" Bucky repeated. "So... Not time travel, but, what? Ghosts?"

Well, stranger things had happened.

"Could be?" Jesse said. "You and Ingrid haven't seen anything?"

Bucky gave her another shrug and a little shake of his head. "There was something about the auditorium, but that didn't sound related."

In part because the auditorium did whatever the hell it wanted sometimes anyway.

"Well, if you do, let the mayor's office know," said Jesse, who apparently lived in mayoral mode right now. "We're trying to keep tabs on it."

Bucky frowned faintly at her. "Do you think it'll develop into a --"

And then there was... noise, coming from the direction of the manager's office.

"It's Fandom," Jesse said, looking up in the direction of the noise. "Of course it might."

"Ingrid's not in there," Bucky said, still looking towards the door himself. "She went... out."

He had not entirely been listening where to, but that wasn't the point.

Jesse took a few steps forward. "So it might be," she started.

"But I'm an actual adult. I'm supposed to be a role model!"

Well. Not a voice she recognized.

"Who's in there?" she called.

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Auditorium: NOW SHOWING: Battle of the Realms

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