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riverviewlogs2018-07-14 01:45 pm
anotheroldsoldier) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-07-14 01:45 pm
[OPEN]
who: Bucky Barnes & OPEN
what: Catch-all for the month. Carnivale-adjacent and Perimeter Guard prompts. If you want something specific, hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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when: July
where: Around
warnings: None at the moment.
i. Carnivale Food Trucks
[One of the few things Bucky Barnes finds enjoyment in around here, at these monthly parties that he may or may not have any kind of personal attachment to, is the food. There's always something new to try, even after a year plus on the moon. It's become something of a hobby to try the strangest dishes he can find on offer, and it means, happily, that he rarely ever has to cook for himself. Not that he'd have the time. He's on his way to work today, dressed in his uniform, sweltering a little in his black t-shirt and camo pants, and he's waiting in line at a food truck he hasn't seen before - some new start-up offering fusion dishes.
The line is very, very long, and his time before he's late for his patrol is running very short.] Do you know if the food is even worth the wait at this place? [He was really hoping for something good to take for his lunch later.]
ii. Babysitting
[Okay, it's not really babysitting. Except it kind of is. Bucky is a more senior Squad Captain these days, after over a year of service, and he's often assigned other duties than his normal patrols and emergency rescue missions, as-needed. Today, he's supervising a small group of young rookie recruits on their first foray outside the walls. They are, needless to say, an excited bunch, poring over their equipment and constantly straying off-path to look at a cool plant or chase after an interesting animal. Bucky weathers it all with a bland look of exasperation, occasionally calling out an order,] Don't eat that, it's poison. Check your field guide. Leave the goddamn butterflies alone, they bite.
[After a little while walking along behind the group at a sedate pace, he turns to other person assigned to supervision duties, and remarks blandly,] They're like kids in a candy store, except if the candy could murder them. If one of 'em gets killed, you think they'll stop putting me on babysitting duty?
iii. Rescue Mission
[Sometime during the month, actual duty calls. It's right in the middle of a vicious summer storm when a botanist goes missing out past the outer walls, sometime in the early hours of the AM. Bucky and another person (maybe someone in Search and Rescue, maybe not - at this hour, the important thing is finding someone available) get the call to come in not long after, and within an hour, they're geared up and sent out in search of the missing man. Time is critical at this stage: the longer it takes them to get out there to his last known location, the longer it takes to find him, the more likely he is to be a corpse when they get there.
The rain and the heat are oppressive out in the jungle. This deep into it, the canopy blocks out a lot of the downpour, but there are patches where it pours through in waterfalls, leaving tiny lakes and marshy ground. Treacherous conditions for somebody more used to a lab than the field.
Bucky's boots are soaked. His feet squish wetly in his socks as he comes to a stop in a small clearing, crouching down to look at the thick, wet layer of undergrowth.] This is his last-reported GPS location. The tracker probably fell off him somewhere around... here.
iv. Wildcard
what: Catch-all for the month. Carnivale-adjacent and Perimeter Guard prompts. If you want something specific, hit me up at
when: July
where: Around
warnings: None at the moment.
i. Carnivale Food Trucks
[One of the few things Bucky Barnes finds enjoyment in around here, at these monthly parties that he may or may not have any kind of personal attachment to, is the food. There's always something new to try, even after a year plus on the moon. It's become something of a hobby to try the strangest dishes he can find on offer, and it means, happily, that he rarely ever has to cook for himself. Not that he'd have the time. He's on his way to work today, dressed in his uniform, sweltering a little in his black t-shirt and camo pants, and he's waiting in line at a food truck he hasn't seen before - some new start-up offering fusion dishes.
The line is very, very long, and his time before he's late for his patrol is running very short.] Do you know if the food is even worth the wait at this place? [He was really hoping for something good to take for his lunch later.]
ii. Babysitting
[Okay, it's not really babysitting. Except it kind of is. Bucky is a more senior Squad Captain these days, after over a year of service, and he's often assigned other duties than his normal patrols and emergency rescue missions, as-needed. Today, he's supervising a small group of young rookie recruits on their first foray outside the walls. They are, needless to say, an excited bunch, poring over their equipment and constantly straying off-path to look at a cool plant or chase after an interesting animal. Bucky weathers it all with a bland look of exasperation, occasionally calling out an order,] Don't eat that, it's poison. Check your field guide. Leave the goddamn butterflies alone, they bite.
[After a little while walking along behind the group at a sedate pace, he turns to other person assigned to supervision duties, and remarks blandly,] They're like kids in a candy store, except if the candy could murder them. If one of 'em gets killed, you think they'll stop putting me on babysitting duty?
iii. Rescue Mission
[Sometime during the month, actual duty calls. It's right in the middle of a vicious summer storm when a botanist goes missing out past the outer walls, sometime in the early hours of the AM. Bucky and another person (maybe someone in Search and Rescue, maybe not - at this hour, the important thing is finding someone available) get the call to come in not long after, and within an hour, they're geared up and sent out in search of the missing man. Time is critical at this stage: the longer it takes them to get out there to his last known location, the longer it takes to find him, the more likely he is to be a corpse when they get there.
The rain and the heat are oppressive out in the jungle. This deep into it, the canopy blocks out a lot of the downpour, but there are patches where it pours through in waterfalls, leaving tiny lakes and marshy ground. Treacherous conditions for somebody more used to a lab than the field.
Bucky's boots are soaked. His feet squish wetly in his socks as he comes to a stop in a small clearing, crouching down to look at the thick, wet layer of undergrowth.] This is his last-reported GPS location. The tracker probably fell off him somewhere around... here.
iv. Wildcard