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riverviewlogs2017-07-20 10:57 am
anotheroldsoldier) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-20 10:57 am
[OPEN] shattered glass and black holes
who: Bucky Barnes and YOU
what: Open catch-all for the rest of the month
when: Any time after the 20th
where: Around
warnings: Fighting atm, possible description of acid rain effects.
[I. Acid Rain]
[Bucky is on his way back to the housing complex when the stormclouds gather ominous in the sky. He pauses in the street to look up, frowning, noting the strange green tinge - and then the sky opens up and lets loose. Storms are one thing, but when he feels the exposed skin of his hand and cheeks starts to blister, he scowls harder, moving the shield off his back to use as a makeshift umbrella. It's wide enough to keep him mostly covered.
At least until he spots someone uncovered in the street. If you're trying to get to shelter, Bucky will tug you under the shield and start ushering you both to hide under the nearest concrete awning.] You don't want to let this shit touch your skin.
[II. Just Another Day at the Office]
[Bucky has been serving as a Squad Captain of Search and Rescue for over a month by now, and he's an obvious choice to head up one of the protection teams heading out into the woods to keep the payloads and their deliverymen safe. The hazmat suits they've been provided with are unattractive, but protective enough for the moment. Bucky is fully geared up, wearing his Cap suit underneath that and the extra layer of his Perimeter Guard jacket. The cowl is down for visibility's sake, but he's not exactly stealthy, carrying a large red, white and blue shield.
Thank god the rain seems to have no effect on metals. The vibranium of the shield is holding up perfectly.
The vehicle carrying the other team and their canisters of compound trundles ahead at a slow pace due to the fallen trees in the path. Bucky clicks on his radio headset, following on a cherry red Indian motorcycle that thankfully also seems fine in the rain, even if he might have to replace the leather of his seat later.] Spread out a bit but keep the truck in sight. We want to intercept these things before they become an issue for the payload carriers.
[III. Floor 5, Blackouts]
[Several months into living in Riverview, something Bucky's roommates might have noticed about him is that he's never seemed quite settled. His bed, desk, and general area are all immaculately clean and mostly devoid of personal items. Whatever he's accrued here besides clothes, he keeps in a locked box under his bed. Maybe it makes sense, then, that he's at the kitchen table one evening with a takeout container of cold fried rice, browsing classified ads on his phone. Buildings for sale and rent, different types of housing. Nothing is set in stone, but he's casting out feelers.
Of course, in the middle of his late dinner is about when the power flickers off with a crackle, and Bucky throws his chopsticks down on the table, cursing out loud.] Fuck. Again? [He huffs out a breath and gets up from the table to go dig in one of the kitchen drawers. If he hears one of his floormates come in, he'll say,] Hey, do we have any candles?
[IV. Gym, Blackouts]
[Bucky's gym of choice near the housing building is small, and generally does whatever it can to attract people to pay to use it. During a particularly long blackout, someone had the bright idea to fill it with battery-powered LED lamps (in safe places, not too close to the equipment or where they might be knocked down) and make a whole 'rustic' thing out of it. Apparently at least one person is fine working out in low lighting.
Bucky's on the pommel horse, running through a difficult acrobatics routine. Strength training is important, but as he gets older (and as he's gotten heavier), so is maintaining his flexibility. The shield is leaning against the wall nearby, lit by a steady LED lamp; he'll add it to the routine later, practice his return angles and throws.
The mats are open, though, if you'd like to invite him to spar in the poor light conditions. It could be good training.]
[V. Wildcard]
[Either toss a prompt at me or hit me up on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
nekky for a custom prompt!]
what: Open catch-all for the rest of the month
when: Any time after the 20th
where: Around
warnings: Fighting atm, possible description of acid rain effects.
[I. Acid Rain]
[Bucky is on his way back to the housing complex when the stormclouds gather ominous in the sky. He pauses in the street to look up, frowning, noting the strange green tinge - and then the sky opens up and lets loose. Storms are one thing, but when he feels the exposed skin of his hand and cheeks starts to blister, he scowls harder, moving the shield off his back to use as a makeshift umbrella. It's wide enough to keep him mostly covered.
At least until he spots someone uncovered in the street. If you're trying to get to shelter, Bucky will tug you under the shield and start ushering you both to hide under the nearest concrete awning.] You don't want to let this shit touch your skin.
[II. Just Another Day at the Office]
[Bucky has been serving as a Squad Captain of Search and Rescue for over a month by now, and he's an obvious choice to head up one of the protection teams heading out into the woods to keep the payloads and their deliverymen safe. The hazmat suits they've been provided with are unattractive, but protective enough for the moment. Bucky is fully geared up, wearing his Cap suit underneath that and the extra layer of his Perimeter Guard jacket. The cowl is down for visibility's sake, but he's not exactly stealthy, carrying a large red, white and blue shield.
Thank god the rain seems to have no effect on metals. The vibranium of the shield is holding up perfectly.
The vehicle carrying the other team and their canisters of compound trundles ahead at a slow pace due to the fallen trees in the path. Bucky clicks on his radio headset, following on a cherry red Indian motorcycle that thankfully also seems fine in the rain, even if he might have to replace the leather of his seat later.] Spread out a bit but keep the truck in sight. We want to intercept these things before they become an issue for the payload carriers.
[III. Floor 5, Blackouts]
[Several months into living in Riverview, something Bucky's roommates might have noticed about him is that he's never seemed quite settled. His bed, desk, and general area are all immaculately clean and mostly devoid of personal items. Whatever he's accrued here besides clothes, he keeps in a locked box under his bed. Maybe it makes sense, then, that he's at the kitchen table one evening with a takeout container of cold fried rice, browsing classified ads on his phone. Buildings for sale and rent, different types of housing. Nothing is set in stone, but he's casting out feelers.
Of course, in the middle of his late dinner is about when the power flickers off with a crackle, and Bucky throws his chopsticks down on the table, cursing out loud.] Fuck. Again? [He huffs out a breath and gets up from the table to go dig in one of the kitchen drawers. If he hears one of his floormates come in, he'll say,] Hey, do we have any candles?
[IV. Gym, Blackouts]
[Bucky's gym of choice near the housing building is small, and generally does whatever it can to attract people to pay to use it. During a particularly long blackout, someone had the bright idea to fill it with battery-powered LED lamps (in safe places, not too close to the equipment or where they might be knocked down) and make a whole 'rustic' thing out of it. Apparently at least one person is fine working out in low lighting.
Bucky's on the pommel horse, running through a difficult acrobatics routine. Strength training is important, but as he gets older (and as he's gotten heavier), so is maintaining his flexibility. The shield is leaning against the wall nearby, lit by a steady LED lamp; he'll add it to the routine later, practice his return angles and throws.
The mats are open, though, if you'd like to invite him to spar in the poor light conditions. It could be good training.]
[V. Wildcard]
[Either toss a prompt at me or hit me up on plurk at
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Then again, their problems could be worse. Is he being ungrateful because they have blackouts and killer plant incidents and not world-ending threats?
He catches sight of Bucky patrolling the streets and helping the locals get to cover, and he heads his friend's way, using the energy shield to keep dry. ]
When it rains, the sky burns? What do you think this is about?
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Something seeped out of the portal this morning from some other reality. Some kinda mist. Contaminated the atmosphere. Far as I know, the eggheads are working on something to neutralize it, but not much we can do until then.
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[ But Steve knows that isn't how things work. He sighs, his arms and face streaked with red where the rain has fallen and burned his skin. He's glad to be out helping, though, and uses his own shield to help shield them from the stray water. ]
In the meantime, they're going to have trouble getting where they need to go. We can't just stay inside for too long.
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[ Steve makes the obvious point even though he is fully aware it won't do any good. He's not angry, just putting in his dry two cents like always because that keeps the work light. He nods to Bucky. ]
Between the two of us, we can get them in for now. Have to seen any of the others out here?
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Yeah, a few others. Mostly doing what we're doing. Hopefully the brains get a solution for this shit worked up soon.
why do you let me typo!!
Mm. They'll figure it out. Funny how normal things can feel here, even when they get weird. It's not home, but it's not bad.
don't expect me to catch typos i'm bad at that :v
I sort of hate that I don't mind it here. I know I have to go back some day, but... there are worse places to spend the interim. Acid rain aside.
But I'm bad at it too!
[ Steve is always set to go back home, but he's more trusting than Bucky when it comes to strangers. He believes that the locals are doing their best to figure out the portal and that the people brought in are generally good. Maybe with some exceptions, yes, but it does feel a bit like home in a way. ]
And... I dunno. I wouldn't mind coming back here if we were able to.
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That gets a snort out of him.] Our own little retirement destination?
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Why not? I can't think of a better place to be if we have to retire. At least it's never slow.
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I dunno, it's slower than back at home most of the time. And who knows if we'll ever get to actually retire. [He's talking more about himself, about how he generally sees death as the only way out most days.]
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We'll take it as it comes. It's nice to have a fallback plan, anyway. Maybe we'll take yearly vacations. Come here for a week to camp out and fight local monsters instead.
[ He gives his friend a soft, playful grin. ]
The food's good anyway.
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That gets a snort, though.] The food's interesting. Yuri and I have been doing this thing for movie night where we get the weirdest snacks outta convenience stores and try them.