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Action: it's kitty time!

[snowjoke]

[Someone mentioned a cat, and Jason's made it his goal to get in and find it. He missed his cat and the idea of just seeing one would be fantastic. He's been wandering around, hearing if anyone else talked about it.
Soon he's found where it is but now there's the main obstacle to the door. He knocks to no response, but he knows the cats in here, and he's determined at this point, it was a simple lock, took little to no time as he goes into the room, soon he's making contact with a fluffy white cat sleeping on the bed. He almost jumps with excitement as he goes over, leaving the door askew and pets the kitty.]

Hey there little man. [He coos, soon crawling into bed to cuddle him, he doesn't seem to be scared of him, and right now Jason could cry from this cat.]

action ; you are insane, my desire, a dangerous game, love.

[krasnaya_smert]

[ Natalia has nearly completed reconnaissance on the apparent hotel, ever vigilant and ready to swap masks as is appropriate, when that glint of metal brings about a pause. It can be an illusion, it can be someone else entirely, metal appendages being not nearly as unique as those with specific markings. And while that telltale star may be absent, the arm is still attached to James. A James, at least, all things considered.

[ Bare lips part as a barrage of words gurgle upwards, from code words to questions to remarks on his looks, yet the assassin settles on clarification first - ] Is this Mephisto or Scarlet Witch?

[ Tone makes it more a statement than inquiry, this old hat situation. And like a moon to its planet, her body urges a forward path, to fit limbs into and against James, but Talia executes restraint, coolly standing in her tac suit near the corner she's recently rounded. If it's the Russians doing this...Hell hath no fury like the Black Widow.

[ Or so she's always been told. ]

action;

[burntbridges]

[It isn't actually that late at night. About 10 PM. But it's past Letha's normal bedtime, and she can't seem to find any rest. After a while she gets up and considers speaking to Natalia... but she doesn't want to be a bother. In any case, her curiosity about their male roommate is stronger than her pull toward familiarity.

She knocks on the door to Bucky's room, and calls softly through the door:]

I hope I'm not waking you, Mr. Barnes... I was wondering if you might like some tea, I just put the water on to boil.