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[ Action, 627 Topper ]

[ Uh yeah, so Steve is waking up next to a drone for the first time and falls out of bed because hey, wasn't he in 2012 a second ago? And wasn't he, you know, taller? He's going to do the right thing this time, which is not freak out and tear a hole through the wall, probably because it would kill him to do so.

Instead, he will walk downstairs and snoop around and-- there's a picture of him on the wall, smiling, with his 'wife' and two kids.

He sees a rotary dial on the phone and he picks up to call numbers he remembers from 2012. And then numbers he remembers from 1943. And then zero. And then hangs up and goes to rifle through anything he can find in the shoeboxes of the downstairs closet to tell him where he is and why he's there.

Have fun waking up to your new dad sifting through files all over the kitchen table. ]

[ Action, around town ]

[ He doesn't believe this for a second. But this isn't just any sort of thing; he's small again. Someone's trying to make him forget. So he walks around town, because the one thing he needs right now is to get out of town. ]

Excuse me. Do you know the way to the train station?

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...Every day's a little excessive.

I wonder why they'd do that. Send you home.

That's what th' drones do. Can't have th' lawn a milimeter too long now can we?

*His own lawn looked a good 2 inches too long.*

Either I did somethin' right or it's all random. Probably random.

...That worries me a lot more than it should.

They don't punish you for uhh... [ Gestures towards lawn ]?

Yeah yeah. I'm gettin' t' it.

*He gestured towards the mower leaning against a wall. Sure he was getting to it. Eventually.*

You some kind of neighborhood watch on lawn height?

No, but... I thought everyone was supposed to follow the rules of the town.

We are. An' I'm gettin' to it. Don't you worry about it mate.

Okay. Is there uh, a list of rules somewhere?

I uh... I have no idea. I jus' know a few blokes who broke 'em and got droned. Pretty much jus' don't kill anyone an' make sure yer house looks like all the other ones on the block.

Thanks for the help, sir.

I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers.

Hn. Sniper.

It's nice to meet you, Sniper.

[ He'd shake your hand but uh, bows... He's not sure if Sniper's supposed to be like "Hawkeye" or... ]

Loikewise.

I'd tell ya t' enjoy th' neighborhood. But well.. Mayfield an' all.

I'll try my best, regardless. And I wish you the same, Sniper.

*He tips his hat politely before going back to launching arrows into the fence. He'll get around to mowing the lawn. Eventually. Probably. Don't rush him.*