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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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Finding the bug spray, he closed his eyes and grimaced as he sprayed himself down, coughing and gagging at the smell, before shoving it back into his bag and blinking through the haze. He huffed, sighing as he stared at the contents of his survival pack, far removed from what he would have normally would have brought along... It really was the basics, no fancy outfits or overpriced designer jeans. They didn't have a place here. He was here to learn how to survive on his own, if the worst ever happened. They hadn't even packed much in the way of food- with the expectation that they would hunt for it.
Yuri was getting pretty good at that, at least as a tiger anyway. He still had some work when it came to hunting as himself. ]
Point, but also- ugh.
[ He groaned, pulling his hair out of the tie to shake it out for a moment. It helped for a minute, but didn't offer much relief for long, before Yuri was working to tie it back behind his head once more. ]
Yakutsk? Really? [ He eyed the other a moment, before frowning and pulling his bag back onto his shoulders. ] I've never been there. But I'm still not the Ice Tiger of Russia for nothing.
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Your 'ugh' is noted. [He snorts quietly.] There's a small lake up by where we're going to stop. We can go for a swim there to cool off. Not here, this section of the stream is filled with fuckin' leeches. [It's insane how varied and diverse the ecology of Riverview can be at times, full of all kinds of shit from all kinds of worlds that carve out their own little niches in the local flora.]
It's one of the coldest cities in the world. "Ice Tiger". [He can't hold back a soft laugh.] You know, they called me the Winter Soldier. Still doesn't mean I enjoy freezing my balls off.
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He perked up at the mention of the lake though, looking at James with a glimmer of excitement in his eye. ]
A lake? Sweet! Ah- [ But he hadn't brought anything like swim trunks... For a moment he was almost embarrassed that he'd come under-prepared- but quickly realized that his boxers were probably fine enough. This far out- who the hell else was even going to see them? His worry faded as quickly as it had come. ]
God, the last thing I want is to be covered in a bunch of fuckin' leeches. No thanks. [ He wrinkled his nose, staring at the tepid stream water as though it had somehow betrayed him. ]
"Ice Tiger" is cooler than "Winter Soldier". [ He huffed under his breath, before rolling his eyes. ] And besides- I didn't say I liked it, just that I like it more than sweating my balls off, thanks.
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He flicks water at him from the stream, smiling a little wider.] No? Not a fan? Some people put leeches on themselves on purpose. [Like back in the dark ages maybe. But he has to tease.
His smile grows a fraction less mirthful when Yuri compares the nicknames - nickname for one of them, code name with a long, bad history for the other.] Wasn't chosen for the coolness factor, believe me. But c'mon, sweating your balls off is very Russian. Never been to a banya?
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No thanks, not for me. [ He shudders. ] I already have enough shit I have to deal with so far as my health goes and keeping it in top shape. I'd rather not add animals sucking on my blood to the mix.
It's only Russian when it's voluntary. [ He snickers a little though, smiling despite himself. Okay, so maybe Bucky had him there. ]
Yeah, I've been. But it's totally different when you're doing it on purpose and you know, relaxing. And not carrying a backpack that's like half your whole body weight. [ He was exaggerating, because of course he was, but he didn't feel like it made it any less of a valid point! ]
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The comment about his pack gets a snort, as Bucky hefts up his own. He's got the heavier pack, with a few more supplies than Yuri's, but the weight doesn't bother him.] You know it doesn't take much to be half your body weight. [He points out with a grin, slapping his shoulder lightly.] C'mon, toothpick, the campsite is just a little farther and then we can cool off.
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Look, the skater aesthetic is thin and lithe even for the mens. Beka has to be careful not to get too buff, or it could cost him points. Just because I'm blessed with the perfect body for my sport! [ He rolls his eyes, sticking out his tongue when Bucky slaps his shoulder, but then grinning and shifting to pull his pack up off the ground. ]
We can't all be built like brick shit houses.
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He leads the way up the trail, the incline growing a little steeper as they hike.] Out here, you're a twig. [He teases, grinning a little.] Enjoy it, though. I used to be thin and lithe when I was your age. Nobody ever saw my right hook comin'.
Hey, you try luggin' around fifty pounds of metal on your left side all day, see what that does to your figure skating physique.