log 009, filtered from Peggy

[thestarspangledman]

[Well, it took a while, but he's finally managed to figure out how to filter things from people and not just to people. Steve's place of choice for the day is the art room, settled into a corner with his sketchpad and pencils. He looks a little embarrassed, but -- there's no Bucky here for him to ask about this kind of thing.]

So, uh -- I don't know how many of you noticed, but I'm not...exactly a ladies' man. But I owe a certain lady a dance; promised her one back home, actually. I just, uh, want to make it special, I suppose. And there's no Stork Club around here to do that in.

So what I'm trying to say is -- does anyone have any, um, tips? For this sort of thing? ...Or if you could point me to some good music, say...Glenn Miller or Benny Goodman or someone, that'd be appreciated, too. So, uh. Thanks.

Comments

[mightymorbid]

Oh, you banish me. Pretty official when you haven't offered much, yourself. [He looks down at self, checks to see that all his limbs are present] Huh, still here. At least your effectiveness is consistent across the board.

[He moves his fingers in a small 'shoo' gesture]

Off you go.

[lacksconviction]

I suppose when your contribution is so vapid and mindless as yours, banishment makes little difference.

But though the buzzing of a gnat means nothing at all to a single soul, it does still so irritate.

[mightymorbid]

Says the insect replying to every single response.

Threadjack

[lacksconviction]

It's a question of substance. You are paper thin, and I grow weary of humoring you.

[And with that, he cuts the connection. BECAUSE TROLOLOLOLOL.]

[mightymorbid]

Talking about yourself again, I s--

[He rolls his eyes.]