networkinthenight | @regina; voice

Hello, fellow citizens of Beacon. It's me. Eliot. [ for however grandiose his tone remains, there's boredom lingering underneath. ]

We're getting to that time of the year, and I'm sure most of you still look lovely in the same clothing you arrived in, but without a doubt your sundresses and polos are not sufficient for the. Well. Gradually lowering and soon to be possibly freezing temperatures.

Of course, there's your choice of thrift shop clothing available in the general store, and far be it from me to keep you from popping tags and looking for a come up, but I've also perused the same clothing and. [ he hums and sighs. ]

If you'd like some winter clothing that fits you better and has been freshened up for your use, let me know. Let's get you clothed properly, mm?

[ there's a pause. a slow inhale, a soft puff. it seems he's smoking. ]

Anyway. Anyone here know A Christmas Carol? We have their permission to reuse their stage as we please, so long as we invite them to whatever we use it for. They showed us their own production, so I was thinking why not give back one of our own.

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[It takes the Soldier a little bit to actually track down Eliot, but they do so half because of the smell of cigarettes and half from basically watching everyone for two months and noting where they spend most of their time.

So rather than a network message, Eliot will find the metal-armed-guy from the ferry crash last month, and from the dock repair, and from just kind of around peering at wherever he's sitting, and/or knocking on the door if he's at home. They look vaguely uncertain, maybe a little uncomfortable, but also a tiny bit hopeful. It's all very subtle, but still there if you look.

Without even a greeting, it says (they say, they dammit),]

Can you show me? The clothes thing?

[ holy shit. eliot expected solicitations from the offer he's made over the network, but the last thing was expecting captain america's robot boyfriend to show up at the door of his cabin. and he looks just as scared and sheepish as eliot would expect someone who isn't all quite there to be. but like he could ever turn away a handsome guy like sebastian stan, especially being so damn precious while trying to learn more about tailoring (apparently).

eliot has to clear his throat, having opened the door and then kind of. stared in surprised. but then his expression is back to normal, easy and relaxed. unmistakably friendly, as he tends to be. ]

Yeah, sure. Come in. [ he waves bucky in, holding the door open for his guest. ] Anything specific you're wanting?

[Surprise is a little expected. After all, the Soldier just dropped by without sending a message first, and they're not exactly the sort Eliot probably expected. That much surprise takes the Soldier aback a little, though, and they stare back as Eliot gets his expression back under control, trying to determine just what caused that much staring. Not with eye contact, exactly, but there's a kind of baffled wariness in the semi-focused gaze.

They don't come in yet, hovering in the doorway.]

Just to learn. Maybe remember.

[Guess what part of the story he's from, Eliot. Not a lot of memories in there yet.]

Learn what, sewing? Tailoring? How to clothe yourself properly?

[ all things that he imagines the guy could use some help with, and it's not like his request was very specific. eliot's offer on the network had been rather broad itself too, and there's really no knowing what exactly cap's long lost boyfriend is expecting here.

especially with that furtive gaze and lack of self-assurance. ]

You're making me let the cold in, you know. If you just stand there. It's much warmer inside. [ does that count as gentle enough coaxing? eliot can't even tell. he doesn't seem very likely to suddenly gun eliot down though, just conscious of acquainting himself with a stranger.

at least, eliot hopes that's the case. ]

I know how to clothe myself.

[Come on, they're dressed just fine. Even if there's like three layers there. (Buddy. Pal. You look like a fuckin' hobo. I do not. I'm warm. One of these days, pal. One of these days you're gonna let me handle the clothes.).

But they do come inside finally, and close the door. Wouldn't want the actual people to get cold. The vaguely affronted expression fades into something more vaguely hopeful.]

The. Sewing thing. I think I used to know. But I can't remember.

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