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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
no subject
He's tempted, like he always is, to fill in the silence with aimless babble, but something keeps him quiet. Maybe it's that he's not quite sure where they stand at the moment, or maybe it's that he's waiting for her to go first. There's a tension here that he's pretty sure wasn't there before she left, and Tony really doesn't know what to make of that. Or if he should even comment on it.
When he does finally speak up, his tone is mild.] You weren't gone that long, if you're curious.
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[There's a slight pause before she answers. She notices the way that he doesn't fill the silence, and she's not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not. She's not worried about the lack of stealth; she still trusts him enough to let her know if his sensors pick up anything, and generally speaking they should be able to handle just about anything that comes at them.
But, she's been gone for a while, things have happened. Very few of them good things. Which is why she'd back here now. She feels like she should say something more, explain, but she hardly knows where to start and there's really nothing good that comes out of any of it. So instead she just looks over at him for a moment, her voice soft:]
I don't really know where to start. But you were- different. Honestly, I sort of missed it.
[More than just sort of but his ego is big enough already.]
no subject
[There are a lot of ways that can go. More, even, than he'd immediately think up considering the other versions of himself he's actually met. Minor variances or major personality shifts. She's always said the place she comes from is pretty similar to his, but- he wonders, sometimes. Hard not to.
And if he was different enough for her to have clocked in on it and apparently missed him, signs are pointing towards not good. So that's fun. If there's anything he likes more than having to make up for his own stupidity, it's having to apologize for someone else's.]
When you left, was it because of the thing? The brain thing.
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[It's the easiest way that she can think of to explain it, since she knows they've both had at least passing contact with the other versions of him here. But after a moment, she pauses, looks at him with a slight shrug of her shoulders.]
It wasn't quite the right world, where I got sent to. But it was right enough. It mattered.
[This is clearly an important distinction to her. She can't dismiss what happened, the loss. It was close enough, it was right enough. And given that she doesn't exactly plan on trying to go back again-- well. It is what it is, she supposes.]
Partially, yeah. I took it down, but I just wasn't entirely sure, and so when they offered-- [Another shrug.] I missed Sana too.
[The bitter fragment of a laugh that follows is unbidden but hangs heavy.]
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He arches an eyebrow at that laugh, and the obvious story behind it. Whether she feels like telling it is another question, but she clearly wants to talk about something.]
And now you're back. Trying to actually get home?