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everybody come and play, throw every last care away [open]

WHO: Ami, James, and any other mall loiterers!
WHERE: the mall
WHEN: 9/03, a lovely Sunday afternoon
WHAT: an attempted return to normalcy is stymied by everyone apparently living in a comic book for the next month. welcome to Recollé, everybody
WARNINGS: there's gonna be talk about dismembered limbs and stuff.

[It's a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining, the birds are singing... What better way to spend it than by going to the mall and staying indoors!

There's so many things you could do here. For example:

Check out the newest merch at Hot Topic!
Climb on the baby playground!
Get kicked out of the baby playground!
Terrorize the employees at Cinnabon!
Go the wrong way on the escalators!
Or you could, like, go shopping and not be a teenage miscreant but lbr who does that

Also, since it's the 3rd, thought bubbles and sound effects are go!]

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[As agreed, it's about 2:00 when Ami gets to Hot Topic. She and James didn't specify a meeting place, but it was always going to be Hot Topic, and there is no point fooling ourselves otherwise. She stopped at Orange Julius on the way, so she is just sipping a smoothie as she watches for him.

And then it begins.

She fails to notice the thought bubble floating above her head, which quite clearly says "I hope he's not wearing those ridiculous booty shorts again."]

[ James is a few minutes late to their meeting, because he did actually entertain that maybe, just maybe, they'd meet at the central water fountain near the main entrance.

But when Ami doesn't show after a few minutes, he sighs and goes to the place that he knew in his heart all along was where they were always going to end up: Hot Topic.

She's easy enough to spot as he approaches, but something looks to be floating over her head. He squints as he walks closer, then has to stop for a minute just to process the weirdness of what he's seeing.

Then he walks over the rest of the way and crosses his arms, looking unimpressed with her. He has no greetings for her, instead he dives straight into: ]

They're supposed to be ridiculous.

[Hi James! ... Ami blinks at him a few times, perplexed. Because she knows he can't be responding to her thoughts.

He is wearing the booty shorts though isn't he. Dammit James]

What?

[ HE SURE IS. It is, however, tempered by the rest of his outfit/makeup. Don't worry, Ami, he's still goth enough to enter Hot Topic.

He sighs, realizing he's going to have to explain some new Retrospec crap he doesn't fully understand himself. ]

Over your head. It's like a thought bubble, saying "I hope he's not wearing those ridiculous booty shorts again."

[that doesn't really temper it so much as make it look even more out of place but ok

If she were newer to Retrospec, Ami might have suspected him of trying to pull a made-you-look, but as it is... She looks, her eyes go wide, and the text in the bubble changes to OH MY GOD.]

Oh my god! No! Get it out of here!

[She waves frantically above her head to try and dissipate it. Surprisingly, this works! (And it's probably coincidence that one of the large banners up there just popped a string and is now hanging crooked from the other one.)]

[ He can't help but smirk a little. Honestly, Ami's thought bubble was barely offensive, and he finds her reaction to it funny than anything else. It's really nowhere near as big a deal as she's making it out to be. ]

What, worried I'm gonna see all your deepest, darkest secrets now?

Yes, that is precisely what I'm worried about!

[It's! the principle of the thing!! A girl's private thoughts are not for the eyes of boy! That's why they put locks on their diaries and stuff!]

[ The smirk only widens. ]

Well, excuse me. I didn't realize you were keeping so many secrets from your good friend James.

That's - I'm not keeping secrets. [A little thought bubble floats off- "I told him about the alien thing, didn't I?"] Those are my thoughts, though! You wouldn't want me reading your thoughts, either, would you.

[ He almost opens his mouth to ask about "the alien thing". Almost. But then she guilt trips him about reading thoughts and he decides, yeah, she's right. That isn't fair. ]

Alright, alright, you win. No mind-reading.

[ But god, it just makes him think now. Because he is definitely keeping secrets, and the realization that his thought bubbles might give him away are making him sweat a little. Ami does not need to know about the arm.

(Which, of course, is exactly what the thought bubble above his head reads for everyone to see.) ]

[The arm? Ami glances at James's arms (the two he has on him, anyway), but they both look perfectly normal. There's a little furrow of her brow there, but she can't ask him about his thoughts after she got on his back about reading hers.

The best thing to do here, then, is something that doesn't involve thinking. Something that specifically requires you not to be thinking. All of a sudden, she stands and motions to the escalators.]

C'mon, I'll race you upstairs.

[ He raises a curious eyebrow. That sure was a sudden topic change. ]

Alright, on one condition--we race up the down escalator.

[She ponders this for a second, then grins.]

Yeah, all right! Let's do it.

[Her thought bubble: "kehehehehe". Could she be plotting something?]

[ He raises an eyebrow when he spots the thought bubble, but he can't quite decipher it. Whatever, no point in dawdling if they're going to do this.

He jogs over to the escalators and waits for her by the down escalator, putting one leg behind the other in a running stance. ]

Alright, hurry it up! Let's do this.

[She comes over with him, getting in a similar stance.]

On your mark, get set... go!

[But she makes a false-start, and once he's started up the down escalator, she scoots to the side and starts running up the up escalator instead! Her legs are a little short to take the steps two at a time, but she can really Lass Scamper when she wants to.]

[ As soon as she says 'go', James is IN THE ZONE. He launches himself at the down escalator at full force and begins taking the steps two at a time--sometimes even three at a time. He leaps like a gazelle, but with each step lands with the violent thud of a rhino. And he does not stop, he does not slow down.

You made a mistake today, Ami, for you did not challenge James Barnes. No, you challenged a machine.

In the end, he manages to make it all the way to the top of the down escalator, only slightly out of breath, in about thirty seconds. ~~Is that a reasonable amount of time to run up a down escalator? I have no earthly idea.~~ ]

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everybody come and play, throw every last care away [open]

closed to James (aka Bucky (aka Ol' One Arm))

WOW HE STILL HAS TWO ARMS RIGHT NOW YOU KNOW!!!!!

well. technically he has three, just one's in a freezer somewhere

dammit. u right

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you deserve this icon.

i EARNED that icon, tyvm

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