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[ The communicator is still on someone's wrist, and that someone is walking with a strange kind of calmness. Occasionally smoke will get in the way, like strands, but not very often--not until the person lifts it to his mouth. Ah, it's a cigar.

They're in the bar. Hovering near the entrance, peeking in. Not hesitant, but cautious, and it shows in they're footsteps--big boots, heavy boots, certainly masculine--as he walks closer to examine the alcohol. The cigar gets put on the counter, and with a grunt--yes, definitely male--he hops the counter, heading towards the back to grab a half-finished bottle of whiskey. He unscrews the cap, takes a sip, and his shoulder's sag, grunting contentedly. Looks like the booze is Bondurant approved, folks.

All that without a word--it looks like he doesn't realize it's recording. ]

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[New guy, huh? Kenzi is intrigued. And thankfully also in the neighbourhood! Doesn't take her long to get to the bar and much-less-cautiously peek in with a very loud,]

Hey! Did you just get here? Well obviously you just got here as in the bar, I meant did you just get here as in crazy-town. That's not actually what it's called, by the way, it's just what I call it.

[She steps inside, still speed-talking and slinging words rapidfire.]

Sweet hat! Totally retro. Wait... unless it's current and you're a time travel dude, too. Whatcha drinking? Whiskey? Seriously? Wow.

[... It finally stopped. She's just smiling now. Quiet. For now.]

[ When Forrest turns, he's not expecting... this. She's a lady so the hat immediately comes off, putting it to his chest, but the problem is that she keeps talking. And talking.

Forrest never talks--is never one to saymore than absolutely unnecessary--so as the other blathers on (and it really isn't important, half of it, so Forrest will just stare) he remains silent. When he's sure she's done, he'll nod politely and turn back to his cigar, picking it up and puffing on it. ]

[... well that was sufficiently awkward. Good thing Kenzi isn't a quitter. She approaches the bar and, with a little help from a stool, climbs up to sit on it. Maybe it's time for a different approach.]

You don't talk much, do you?

[ And Forrest's response looks like it's going to be silence again, or at least a mumbled grunt. Luckily, though, he looks pointedly at Kenzi. Despite the quiet demeanor there's an intensity in his gaze, and he inquires with something that can only be described as necessary politeness. ]

Are you the owner of this establishment, ma'am?

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Me? No. No way! No one owns it, we all just kind of use it. We woke up here just like you did. Weird, huh? I can help, though. I've been here for a while. What's your name?!

[She appears to be completely unfazed by intensity and keeps at it. Annoyingly persistent are two of her middle names.]

Forrest, ma'am. Y'aint from 'round these parts? [ Forrest doesn't quite like talking whole in sentences--and, to be honest, trying to keep up with her is difficult. She doesn't speak like she's from Franklin county, either. ]

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[She shakes her head.] I'm Canadian.

[There. Simple answer. She's learning.]

We in Canada?

[More head shaking.] Not even close. Pretty sure we're in America... hard to tell.

There's nowhere to go, either. Escape-wise, I mean.

[ Forrest nods slightly. Again; it's the bare tilt of his head but it's there. ]

Can't go back?

Right to the important stuff, huh?

[ Tony can relate. And while it's always great to meet a fellow connoisseur of alcohol, what's even more interesting is the fact that he's never seen this guy before. New arrival? Or just someone he hasn't met yet? ]

Me too. What'd you find? Any scotch?

[ Forrest pauses. He's unsure where the noise is coming from, and while he's still a big old lug in a cardigan, something tenses. Just a bit, of course, before he looks at his wrist and--oh.

He'll grunt in response, noncommittal before searching the shelves. ]

Yeap. [ so he's talking to someone on his wrist. Weird. He's going to glance around slowly, as if taking everything in, looking a cross between uncomfortable and confident. ] It's wet.

Well, I should hope so. If it's dry, we've got a problem. A big problem, since that's my drink of choice these days.

[ Tony's so used to talking too much that he doesn't really think much of that reticence. Not yet, anyway. Besides which, he's still a stranger, so he babbles on like there's nothing awkward about it. ]

Is there good stuff? Or is it just mediocre? I haven't really been through the bar's inventory yet. Shameful, I know, but I'm getting there.

[ Forrest tests the waters. Takes another sip, is silent for a few moments. The quiet doesn't stretch for very long before he glances around the place and tells the godawful truth. ]

I can make better.

Seriously? You can? Can you do that here?

[ And suddenly, just like that, he's Tony Stark's new best friend. ]

I make moonshine. White lightnin'. And I'm thinkin' this county somehow skipped the prohibition.

I think it did too, and thank god for that. Otherwise I'd probably go nuts. We could use a little moonshine here. And by a little, I mean a lot.

[ Forrest nods, even if the other can't see it. ]

Ain't doin' it for free, I'm a Bondurant.

I don't usually work for free either. I'm a Stark. But money's a little hard to come by here. No one uses it. If you've got your heart set on it though, when I came here, I had some cash in my wallet. You can have that.

Stark don't ring no bells. [ No idea. But he does shrug. ] What d'ya bargain with, then?

I don't think we've gotten around to bargaining yet. I think we're just trying to figure out who can do what and how that can help keep us all alive.

What do you want? Let's start there.

[ Forrest stops for a moment--actually ponders. What does he want?

Right now? Maybe some tea and a warm blanket. Long-term, he wants Jack and Howard here so he can keep an eye on them. Going home would be his third option. None of that is any form of currency. ]

Hot meal and a good place to hang my hat.

One of those I might be able to help with, broadly speaking. A lot of the houses here are empty. Just claim one you like.

As for the hot meal, well... If you can cook, there's usually food in the kitchen. If you can't, I bet there are people here in town who can.

'Can cook just fine. [ And, cautiously: ] We ain't no where near nothin' that looks familiar. [ For one, the booze is labeled. For two, there's something on his wrist. ]

We ain't in Virginia, are we?

I don't think so. Truth is, we don't know where we are. Theory is somewhere that looks like New England, but this isn't the New England I know. This isn't anywhere I know.

That's where you're from? Virginia? I'm from California. And New York.

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