#1- Heaven or Hell?

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[He's finally figured out that you can speak into the book to talk to people, after looking at is suspiciously for a while, and even poking it with his foot, because he doesn't trust talking books, period. Even less after HYDRA, He was sure for a while that he'd been captured by HYDRA again been dreaming. But then he remembered that he fell off the train and was probably dead. Shit. Which means that this was...]

Okay, so... this is Heaven. Really, it's not all it was cracked up to be. No fluffy clouds or female angels. Unless this is Hell... Actually, it's probably Hell. I'm not nice enough to get into Heaven. If so, whoever decorated did a really swell job. Staring at these stone walls for the rest of eternity sounds like punishment enough for whatever sins I have.

So... what are you people in for?

[ooc: Wait until Tuesday? Riiiiiight.]

[ETA: I'm going to bed. If anybody tags I'll tag them tomorrow.]

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[Geoff says a little too loudly:] Hellooo?? I can hear you, sir. Can you hear me? Amazing little book, isn't it?

I have just arrived here as well. It is difficult to get a straight answer out of the people here. I have gathered that we are in another world, possibly kidnapped by a sentient, magical castle.

It is very interesting to look through this journal. Prisoner in a magical castle? Doesn't sound like a horrible sentence to me. I wonder what the castle does with its magic...

[You can hear the rustling of pages as Geoff looks through the journal.]

Geoffrey Chaucer. And you?

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According to somebody else, it can grant wishes, just not 'I want to go home.' I was told to ask for a sandwich.

James Barnes. Most people call me Bucky.

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...Interesting. My first impulse was 'I want a glass of wine.'

[There's a gasp and a the sound of liquid moving.]

.........I think I believe these people now......I want a chicken leg.....

[He talks with his mouth full.] Pleasure to meet you, Bucky. [He almost laughed;the name sounded ridiculous to him.]

I want custard....Actually, I want some clothes...ah, yes. Better. Unfortunately, Paradisa decided to adopt me, but not my clothes.

It says here that people have 'losses.' I imagine that was why Gwaine was not wearing a shirt. What in the world could be mine? Do you know yours?

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I know mine. Didn't take me long to figure it out either. [He sighs, it's going to take some getting used to.]

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[Chaucer bites his lip. It is not his nature to remain quiet, but how was it any business of his what Bucky's loss was.]

I...understand they can be terrible things. Items, abilities, memories...

[His quill leaves a little ink stain as his hand hovers over the page. He now sounds weary.] What if...what if I can't remember someone? It doesn't seem quite fair.

...Hell, maybe it's something inconsequential, like... the inability to hop, or spit... [He laughs half-heartedly.]

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Or the ability to talk to women and charm them. [Bucky figures he might as well throw him a bone.] I know what I want to say, but it comes out completely wrong.

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....

[Geoff is now smothering his laughter.]

...are you quite serious? That is rather cruel. I've only spoken to men so far, and...a very strange young girl. [The muffled snorting stops.]

Hmmm...perhaps I should try soon...just to be sure...

I really am sorry, my friend. I've seen women falling for the awkward, bumbling fellows before. Perhaps you'll get lucky. Or... well, there's a whole other kind of fish in the sea.

[He pauses, thinking about what he just said.] Er...that wasn't an offer, by the way. I prefer the flower.

[ooc: I love how awkward this message became, XD]

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Did you just say...? [Bucky is actually half confused, half amused, but decides not to pursue that.]

My best friend is like that. To be honest, this is like a personal nightmare. I'm turning into him. [No offense, Steve, but... You don't know how to act around dames.]

[ooc: I was sitting here laughing for a straight minute.]

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Mhmm...I see, a ladies' man? Well, if I can ever assist you in any way, put in a good word with a certain lady, just let me know and it shall be done. Surely there must be a way around it. Love prevails, as they say!