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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
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Oh, fixing my arm is bribery, huh? I thought it was because you couldn't stand to see me misuse and abuse a high tech prosthetic anymore. [He puts that arm through a lot. Or he did the old one. The new one Tony presented him with for Prijata miraculously hasn't needed any repairs.] And Dum-E latched on to me all on his own.
[He gestures vaguely with his chopsticks toward the charging robot, and then goes in for another bite of whatever he's eating.] So. Working on anything fun lately?
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[ It does genuinely pain him to see Bucky wreck the arm as blithely as he does, but the other half is that it's an interesting challenge to work with. Tony might have another variation or two drawn up somewhere, just in case.
But he glances up just in time to see that searching look, and returns it with a bland one of his own. ]
Oh, you know. The usual.
[ Twenty projects at once and none of them he can focus on long enough to actually make progress with. Pretty much spelling out in neon that Tony is trying to distract himself from something, which is largely why he hasn't been letting too many people in.
Unless they bring food, apparently. ]
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Bucky quirks his brows up momentarily at the bland look he gets in return. He's not stupid, nor is he completely unaware - he can read body language, microexpressions. It made him a good spy, for all that he sometimes has all the subtlety of a brick to the face.]
The usual, huh? [This is very much a look that says 'I will not be fooled'. His tone says he doesn't believe his next statement, and is just making a point,] Figured it must be something exciting to keep you holed up here lately.
Nickel for your thoughts?
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And Tony's had the necessary conversations, with Sam, with Peter. Even Loki, as badly as that had gone. He doesn't have to do this again.
But out of anyone, Bucky is one of the few people he almost wants to try with. ]
Have you ever...fucked up badly. I mean cataclysmically.
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Guess that depends on your scale of 'cataclysmic', but. Yeah. I've fucked up majorly before. [His expression is more solemn now, though his posture remains carefully casual. He stops there, lets Tony take the lead in the conversation. He won't push, but if his friend needs to talk, he wants to listen. Wants to be there.]
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I pretty much mean it in the most literal sense.
[ There's another pause before he shifts to give Bucky a serious, almost searching look. He's found a surprising amount of crossover between their respective universes, and just as much that doesn't match at all. Hard to know exactly where this one will land. ]
Does the name Thanos mean anything to you?
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Not a lot, no. Might have seen a mention in SHIELD's database when I was trying to look some stuff up about the Cosmic Cube, but I think that was all- you know, off-planet. Way above my paygrade. I wasn't with the Avengers back then, I was still in a Soviet storage locker.
What happened with Thanos?
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He literally destroyed half the universe. Half of every living thing gone. Just like that.
[ Short and to the point. Tony's tone is almost clipped, like he's reciting something. Desperately looking for any kind of distance he can put between himself and this reality. ]
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But do those groups exist in this Tony's timeline?]
How'd you fuck up? [It's blunt, but not accusatory. He genuinely doesn't think this all falls on Tony. Madmen like that, madmen with some kind of crazy cosmic power behind them, that ain't something that falls on one man in a fancy suit, no matter how much of a hero he may be.] Tony, that's- That's on a way bigger scale. Can't have been just you dealin' with it.
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I knew something was coming. Something big. Have known for years. And I tried to get us ready but...[ Look how that had gone. He shakes his head. ] It's not just me, no. But we all lost. So what difference does it make?