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riverviewlogs2017-06-04 06:03 pm
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turn back time;
who: Bucky and OPEN
what: Various prompts spanning Prijata, the AU, and just random things.
when: The month of June
where: Around and about
warnings: Panic attacks
notes: Because this spans pre-AU and during-AU Bucky, I don't mind if anyone wants to tag in more than once to interact with both bits. Open to new or existing CR. If there isn't a prompt you like, just PM me and I'll work one out with you!
[i: Prijata; around the abandoned city and Quarantine]
[Bucky has been delivered a lot of unexpected things for the Prijata celebrations, gifts from people he never expected to get anything from, and gifts from anonymous sources. They're all thoughtful - food vouchers, clothes vouchers, survival equipment - but there's one gift that really takes him by surprise. A dog. An actual dog. The letter that comes with it states that this is a service dog designed to help veterans, she's his to borrow for six months and then either give her back or take her full time.
The things is...
He has no idea how to take care of a dog. It's not something he had as a kid, and the Soldier certainly wasn't given pets. He knows common sense things, like that she'll need to be fed and walked, but that's about it. Which is why he can be found in one of several places:
a) skulking around the various pet shops of Quarantine with a black lab trotting at his side.
b) sitting out in the outskirts of the abandoned town, throwing a stick idly for her and watching her return it.
c) awkwardly hoisting said dog into his arms so that he can climb the side of a building.]
[ii: Good and bad; at night down an alleyway; cw: panic attacks]
[Maybe it's being given the dog that's meant for a specific purpose that brings it to the surface, but Bucky has been dwelling more and more on his time as the Soldier. It leaves him on edge, tenser than usual, and less willing to mingle with the crowds. He doesn't sleep for as long as he can, unwilling to leave himself vulnerable to attack, but in the end he's only human.
Whenever he does manage to get some sleep, his dreams are far from pleasant, enough that he's not exactly a silent sleeper. The occasional moan might draw attention to his hiding spot, and anyone who tries to disturb him will find that he's not in the mood for it at all.]
[iii: Sergeant Barnes; AU plot; the park]
[It's absolutely amazing!
Of course he's been here for a few months now, but it's still mind boggling that he could be living in a place where there were people from all sorts of places and times. It's like one of those dime novels he used to read, all aliens and fanciful technology. He can still barely believe cell phones are a thing, he can only imagine how much this might have enhanced the war effort back home.
The only problem is... he doesn't seem to have a place to stay. All of his stuff was down an alleyway with him, and that's not exactly ideal. He's dressed in world war two uniform, having not quite got round to getting changed yet, with the insignia of a Sergeant clearly visible. Though he's obviously still Bucky, same face and same body, there are differences that might make him hard to identify. He's clean shaven, he doesn't walk with the wariness of a predator stalking prey, and he's smiling.
He even raises a hand in a friendly and lazy sort of greeting, friend or newcomer.]
[iv: Wildcard; anywhere; anytime]
[Got something you want to do with Bucky or Sergeant Barnes? Put it here, and let's do it!]
what: Various prompts spanning Prijata, the AU, and just random things.
when: The month of June
where: Around and about
warnings: Panic attacks
notes: Because this spans pre-AU and during-AU Bucky, I don't mind if anyone wants to tag in more than once to interact with both bits. Open to new or existing CR. If there isn't a prompt you like, just PM me and I'll work one out with you!
[i: Prijata; around the abandoned city and Quarantine]
[Bucky has been delivered a lot of unexpected things for the Prijata celebrations, gifts from people he never expected to get anything from, and gifts from anonymous sources. They're all thoughtful - food vouchers, clothes vouchers, survival equipment - but there's one gift that really takes him by surprise. A dog. An actual dog. The letter that comes with it states that this is a service dog designed to help veterans, she's his to borrow for six months and then either give her back or take her full time.
The things is...
He has no idea how to take care of a dog. It's not something he had as a kid, and the Soldier certainly wasn't given pets. He knows common sense things, like that she'll need to be fed and walked, but that's about it. Which is why he can be found in one of several places:
a) skulking around the various pet shops of Quarantine with a black lab trotting at his side.
b) sitting out in the outskirts of the abandoned town, throwing a stick idly for her and watching her return it.
c) awkwardly hoisting said dog into his arms so that he can climb the side of a building.]
[ii: Good and bad; at night down an alleyway; cw: panic attacks]
[Maybe it's being given the dog that's meant for a specific purpose that brings it to the surface, but Bucky has been dwelling more and more on his time as the Soldier. It leaves him on edge, tenser than usual, and less willing to mingle with the crowds. He doesn't sleep for as long as he can, unwilling to leave himself vulnerable to attack, but in the end he's only human.
Whenever he does manage to get some sleep, his dreams are far from pleasant, enough that he's not exactly a silent sleeper. The occasional moan might draw attention to his hiding spot, and anyone who tries to disturb him will find that he's not in the mood for it at all.]
[iii: Sergeant Barnes; AU plot; the park]
[It's absolutely amazing!
Of course he's been here for a few months now, but it's still mind boggling that he could be living in a place where there were people from all sorts of places and times. It's like one of those dime novels he used to read, all aliens and fanciful technology. He can still barely believe cell phones are a thing, he can only imagine how much this might have enhanced the war effort back home.
The only problem is... he doesn't seem to have a place to stay. All of his stuff was down an alleyway with him, and that's not exactly ideal. He's dressed in world war two uniform, having not quite got round to getting changed yet, with the insignia of a Sergeant clearly visible. Though he's obviously still Bucky, same face and same body, there are differences that might make him hard to identify. He's clean shaven, he doesn't walk with the wariness of a predator stalking prey, and he's smiling.
He even raises a hand in a friendly and lazy sort of greeting, friend or newcomer.]
[iv: Wildcard; anywhere; anytime]
[Got something you want to do with Bucky or Sergeant Barnes? Put it here, and let's do it!]
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[The description doesn't quite match up with the Bucky Ivar currently knows, but it's the only explanation for what he can recall in his current memories.]
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[He does look a little disconcerted at that, though.]
Still not really sure why I was doing that.
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Eh, who knows? [Ivar shrugs, wiping his hands off on a napkin. He grabs another one. He's got a lot of grease and sauce on them now.] In my time, people who wander instead of having a permanent home usually do it because they're either like to travel or they're looking for something better than they already have.
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[Or maybe he had run off and then she tracked him down to claim his bed, one of the two.]
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You're too kind for your own good.
[Rough edges smoothed out or not, Ivar was still a brutal person who could be quite cruel when he chose to be so. But around those he actually cared about, like Bucky, he put on his best face. The young Viking could be very charming when he chose to be so.]
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It wasn't that kind, pretty sure the other people in my room snored.
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You'd hate to have been a Viking. We had to bring in our livestock in the winter to keep them from freezing to death. You haven't had a rough time sleeping until you've got six people, three goats, some chickens, and a pig all wanting room to sleep in.
[The smell alone would have driven anyone crazy. That was definitely one part of home Ivar was most decidedly not missing.]
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[He hadn't minded it then, at least having time to sleep had meant they weren't under attack right at that moment.]
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I've done that too. [Minus the weaponry, waging war really hadn't changed all that much in a thousand years.] And had about as good a time as it sounds like you did.
[Ivar was very appreciative of the modern day amenities that Riverview had to offer. If he ever went home, he was going to have a hell of a time readjusting not to having hot, running water whenever he wanted.]
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[This probably isn't a good conversation to be having, though, it's edging towards morbid.]
Anyway, speaking of sleep, I've gotta get going and see about this bed I'm being lent.
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I should get back to my floor too. Need some sleep before my next shift.
[Ivar was a natural night owl and preferred working at nights. It did tend to screw up his waking hours though.]
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[He claps a hand on Ivar's shoulder and goes off to pay the bill, before slipping away.]