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[yourbestguysgun]

[ When the feed kicks in, Bucky looks more than a little bemused but pleased. Figuring out that it's curse day had been pretty easy, and at least her prefers this to the last few. In The Mood woke him up pretty early, but it's the kind of song that can't be unpleasant, and his grin kicks in. ]

Now this is music boys and gals. It actually sounds good. And you sure can dance to it.

[ Pause as it starts up again. ] And hey, it could be worse. Least it ain't This Is The Army, Mr. Jones. You guys don't know how much that follows a person around. It's blasting out'a every dance hall and you can't hustle up a group to it no matter how hard y'try. [ A long beat. ] Awh hell, now it's stuck in my head. It's been out for a year and it bugs the crap out of me. That an' Kiss Me Goodnight, Sergeant Major. This guy I know, Falsworth, he just keeps loopin' it around every mornin' when a guy's trying to get some shut eye. Good soldier, punk taste in music.

[ There is genuine fondness in Bucky's tone, because as much as he cherishes his time here, it's nice to think of home. He doesn't care if it's making him come off as some backward jerk either, he's enjoying it. ] And if this stuff starts blarin' the Andrew Sisters, I'll let you know.

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[waitedforyears]

You got the soundtrack thing, too, then, yeah?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Perplexed. ] What's a soundtrack?

[waitedforyears]

Really, Jaime? Really, really? C'mon. Soundtrack! Music accompanying everything? You got it, yeah?

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[latenightfondue]

[ He's not swaying as he shuffles around, honest. ] Y'can kiss me goodnight any time you like, Sergeant.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah? [ Smiling pleasantly. ] How 'bout a steel one?

[ And he just mimes cutting across his throat, in case you didn't get the imagery, Mr. Stark. ]

[latenightfondue]

This how you treat your Nazi friends, huh? 'Cause I'm thinking I'm glad I never went to your parties.

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[charring]

Why did you get the nice music and I get the annoying pop shit?

[Someone might be a bit grumpy, bro.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Because. [ Five years old, honestly. ]

[charring]

That's not an answer. [But she's amused enough out of her bad mood so, points for Bucky.] My not-grandfather used to listen to this stuff all the time. I miss it.

[punchedhitler]

I'm ready for Oh Johnny to start up.

[Steve isn't cursed but he is hanging around Bucky because the music is great]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky just slides over the arm of the chair, ends up sprawled over Steve without informing him, smirking as he does. ] I ain't your personal radio, y'know?

[punchedhitler]

Not officially, no.

[Steve doesn't seem to mind this sprawl]

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[duplicities]

You got lucky. Those are both tolerable options.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'd take music over sandworms any day.

[duplicities]

There isn't much contest there.

[wouldnotkindly]

[More music that actually sounds familiar to him. Jack thinks back to his conversation with Ariadne before deciding to respond.]

I had the Andrews Sisters following me around earlier. [A beat.] Er— The music, I mean.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing. ] Well, don't think nobody'd complain about the actual sisters, but yeah, I reckon that'd be weird.

[wouldnotkindly]

It would be, yeah... [Awkward.] They're a little old by the time I'm from.

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[godofabs]

Could you explain what is going on, Bucky? [sobs he would like to sleep but classic rock....]

[yourbestguysgun]

It's a curse, big guy. [ Pausing. ] Whatever you've got sure does sound angry.

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[godofabs]

I CAN BEAR IT NO LONGER, BUCKY. I CANNOT SLEEP. I CANNOT FOCUS, ALL IT DOES IS CONTINUE ON AND ON

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[threeolives]

[ Pepper watches Bucky, amused, as her own soundtrack switches over to Mack the Knife. ]

Well, it certainly is a toe-tapper.

[yourbestguysgun]

Can't quite work out why I've got half the dance hall's hits chasin' me round, but I ain't gonna say boo to it. I like it.

[ A smile. ] Afternoon, Miss Potts. You doin' okay?

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[captainfuckingmagic]

Heeeeey that's not bad. My uncle used to be really in to that sort of stuff and then at Christmas when I was little it was mostly that sort of stuff we all listened to, between the claymation Rudolphes and Winky the dental mental house elf. That's nice tunes you got there man. [His on had come in trailing off the end of one song and quietly lines up Under the Bridge off the top of his head for reasons entirely unrelated to the obvious, because he doesn't know about them. Different, Harry-reasons.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Stark -- [ A beat. ] Not Stark. Hey, that's weird.

[ Saluting Harry with a smile. ] Yeah, the stuff I've heard from other people today sounds a bit too aggressive for my likin'. I'm happy with the old tunes.