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riverviewlogs2018-04-04 12:15 pm
krasnaya_vdova) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-04-04 12:15 pm
When Everything Falls Apart [OPEN]
who: Ava and OPEN
what: She's back in Riverview
when: Early April
where: Around quarantine and the abandoned city
warnings: Possible suicide idealization in specific threads, will warn/update if needed.
I. For Bucky
[Ava doesn't move into the communal housing. She made that mistake once, and even if she wasn't worried about hurting people, she just can't handle being surrounded by so many people all the time. Not now. So instead, she settles into one of the SkyTram trains. It's easily defensible, given her powers. Mobile, and not yet tied to any of main lines she'd been working on repairing puts it far away from the flow of people; the fact that from the outside it still looks broken just adds to the. It's small but it's enough for what she needs.
She does wander into the City, though. She gets a sleeping bag, enough food for a few days, other odds and ends that aren't in the duffle bag she still keeps. She's almost back to her little bolthole, when she feels that sense of being watched. It's subtle, hard to catch, but if anything, Ava's even more on-edge than before.]
Are you mad at me?
[Her voice is soft, but if it's who she thinks it is, she knows that he'll be able to catch it.]
II. Closed to MCU Steve
[She doesn't quite know how to approach him, but she wants to. Maybe even needs to, really. Someone that hadn't been caught up in the mess of everything that went down in the world the portal had brought her to. Someone that still feels safe, and okay. She could text him, like she has a few other people, but that seems a little... impersonal. So instead, one morning before dawn, she finds her way to the route they used to run in the mornings, and waits to see if he shows. If not, she'll eventually go knock on his door, quiet, subdued, sharper around the edges.
But either way, she does smile when she sees him. It's a small thing, a fragment of the warmth that used to be there. Things have happened, she's changed. But she's still glad to see him. Glad that he's still here.]
III. Open
[She might not be staying in the city, but she does come into the city with some regularity. She's working on the SkyTram lines under a dispensation from the Government, so she does swing by City Hall on occasion. She stops by the market here and there, since she prefers to not entirely live off of non-perishables. She does, however, avoid the festival pretty much completely, turning down any offer of flowers, and doing her best to avoid the parties that stem out from it.
Ava swings by the same coffee shop she used to like, just after dawn. But she doesn't practice in the city anymore, keeps it mostly to working with Loki or out in clearings outside the the city. The flooding isn't optimal, but she's light, sometimes moves through the trees, shadows people that seem like they could maybe use someone to keep an eye on them.
She does, however, sometimes head into the city late at night. Dark clothes, keeping to the shadows. Not everyone in quarantine plays by the rules, and while Ava no longer sees herself as a hero, she still... wants to make a difference. Do something. It's an outlet, if nothing else. She doesn't really have a costume anymore; her white bodysuit feels wrong. Too attention-grabbing, too flashy. So she's just in something form-sitting; shades of grey with black boots.
Maybe you just catch a glimpse of the blue light, or maybe you're some unsuspecting civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time.]
IV. Previous CR
[And after a few days, once she can focus a bit better, when the world stops spinning, and this feels a bit more real than it did at first. Like maybe she does get someplace where she can breathe, where the loneliness isn't quite so crushing, she reaches out to the people she knows that she hasn't run into already.
A text message, from the username avreya. The exact phrasing differs, but it's short, to the point: she's back. Sorry for leaving.]
V. Wildcard!
[Gimme whatever and I'll roll with it. I'm on Plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
natalia_vdova if you wanna plot something!]
what: She's back in Riverview
when: Early April
where: Around quarantine and the abandoned city
warnings: Possible suicide idealization in specific threads, will warn/update if needed.
I. For Bucky
[Ava doesn't move into the communal housing. She made that mistake once, and even if she wasn't worried about hurting people, she just can't handle being surrounded by so many people all the time. Not now. So instead, she settles into one of the SkyTram trains. It's easily defensible, given her powers. Mobile, and not yet tied to any of main lines she'd been working on repairing puts it far away from the flow of people; the fact that from the outside it still looks broken just adds to the. It's small but it's enough for what she needs.
She does wander into the City, though. She gets a sleeping bag, enough food for a few days, other odds and ends that aren't in the duffle bag she still keeps. She's almost back to her little bolthole, when she feels that sense of being watched. It's subtle, hard to catch, but if anything, Ava's even more on-edge than before.]
Are you mad at me?
[Her voice is soft, but if it's who she thinks it is, she knows that he'll be able to catch it.]
II. Closed to MCU Steve
[She doesn't quite know how to approach him, but she wants to. Maybe even needs to, really. Someone that hadn't been caught up in the mess of everything that went down in the world the portal had brought her to. Someone that still feels safe, and okay. She could text him, like she has a few other people, but that seems a little... impersonal. So instead, one morning before dawn, she finds her way to the route they used to run in the mornings, and waits to see if he shows. If not, she'll eventually go knock on his door, quiet, subdued, sharper around the edges.
But either way, she does smile when she sees him. It's a small thing, a fragment of the warmth that used to be there. Things have happened, she's changed. But she's still glad to see him. Glad that he's still here.]
III. Open
[She might not be staying in the city, but she does come into the city with some regularity. She's working on the SkyTram lines under a dispensation from the Government, so she does swing by City Hall on occasion. She stops by the market here and there, since she prefers to not entirely live off of non-perishables. She does, however, avoid the festival pretty much completely, turning down any offer of flowers, and doing her best to avoid the parties that stem out from it.
Ava swings by the same coffee shop she used to like, just after dawn. But she doesn't practice in the city anymore, keeps it mostly to working with Loki or out in clearings outside the the city. The flooding isn't optimal, but she's light, sometimes moves through the trees, shadows people that seem like they could maybe use someone to keep an eye on them.
She does, however, sometimes head into the city late at night. Dark clothes, keeping to the shadows. Not everyone in quarantine plays by the rules, and while Ava no longer sees herself as a hero, she still... wants to make a difference. Do something. It's an outlet, if nothing else. She doesn't really have a costume anymore; her white bodysuit feels wrong. Too attention-grabbing, too flashy. So she's just in something form-sitting; shades of grey with black boots.
Maybe you just catch a glimpse of the blue light, or maybe you're some unsuspecting civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time.]
IV. Previous CR
[And after a few days, once she can focus a bit better, when the world stops spinning, and this feels a bit more real than it did at first. Like maybe she does get someplace where she can breathe, where the loneliness isn't quite so crushing, she reaches out to the people she knows that she hasn't run into already.
A text message, from the username avreya. The exact phrasing differs, but it's short, to the point: she's back. Sorry for leaving.]
V. Wildcard!
[Gimme whatever and I'll roll with it. I'm on Plurk at
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Well.
He's a murderer, which he guesses technically makes him a criminal. But it's not like he's killed anyone here, so whatever. Anyway, the point is, what Chase is, is a night person. Maybe it's old habit, having to hide who he was for so many years, but he's just more comfortable doing magic at night than during the day. So that's all he's doing right now, out in the city at night.
Using. Because he apparently blipped out of existence for a few months, remembers nothing about it (just an overwhelming sense of nothing), and came back to being left here all by his lonesome. Because while he was gone, Caleb and Sarah found their way home again, he guesses, off to happily ever after. Because he doesn't really have anyone or anything to turn to except magic, and magic's the best drug there is.
Right now, he's sitting on a rooftop in a bad part of town, having levitated part of the way up, then teleported the rest. Makes him feel like a goddamn superhero, sitting up high, watching the streets below him. Except, if we're being honest, he's just watching little altercations, drunken arguments, and petty crimes play out, which is like. The opposite of superheroing.
But... Hello. What's that blue light breaking up a mugging-in-progress? Time to find out... All it takes is a thought, a little bit of magic, and he's swept up in wispy shadows, appearing on the ground behind her. Cue applause, Chase clapping slowly as he grins at the girl in grey. ]
Nice job. Bet those glowsticks on your hands kill at parties.
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But, the first thing he probably notices when she turns around is how her eyes glow a faint electric blue in the lowlight. The muggers weren't much of anything, she hadn't really had to use much of her powers, but her eyes still sparked. She looks him over, curious more than anything, but a little bit on-guard, but she flicks her hands and the glowing blades vanish into the handles. She slips them into her belt with a slight shrug of her shoulders.]
I'm not much of a party person.
[Her eyes slowly dim a little, but they're always a little too bright, a little too blue. She's not quite sure what to make of him. He doesn't seem immediately dangerous, but appearances can be deceiving. If nothing else, he's pushy, given how he tries to push her off-guard. And even if she's not obvious about it, part of it worked, because she can feel the energy under her skin hum. It's not quite magic, but there's still power in her fingetips.]
You just like hanging out in alleyways at night?
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[ He lets that observation hang for a beat, before laughing, like everything's a big inside joke to him. ]
What do I look like? A drug dealer? I was hanging out-- [ Pointing up. ] --up there. The little light show got my attention.
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She doesn't have much faith in him not remembering her, but somehow she doesn't think he's here to tell her beating up badguys is wrong. So she's less worried than she might be elsewise. She's still a little awkward about the things she can do, the way that her powers make her feel. Alone, different. And that's not touching the anger that twists inside of her ever since she got back. But for the moment, she's focused on him.
And Chase doesn't not look like a drug dealer, but she opts to not point that out. Instead she looks up to where he points, a slight tilt of her head before she looks back at him.]
Well, I'm glad you liked the show.
[She's a bit annoyed at herself for not noticing him, but she'd gotten caught up in it, wanted to not think for a while. Turns out it had its drawbacks. Albeit, the way he'd appeared behind her wasn't normal, she was sure of it.]
How did you move like that?