riverviewlogs | memories are what make us who we are

who: Bucky and OPEN
what: Memory sharing event (within dreams)
when: October 9th - 23rd
where: Inside dreams
warnings: Torture, forced memory loss, gore, violence, Nazis.

note: I'll be doing a new dream memory for everyone that tags in, if there are specific subjects you would like to avoid then please note them in your tag/subject line and I'll make sure to tailor the dream accordingly. This can also be used for Bucky to view return dream memories. Open to new and old CR, and you don't need to plot with me first; but if you'd prefer to then I can be reached on plurk at

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[Bucky tries not to sleep too often even when there aren't oddities happening when he closes his eyes, but even he can't stay awake forever. He's only human, after all, the serum doesn't change that much about him.

But when he closes his eyes and drifts off, he's not expecting to be standing as an observer of his dream, like it's an incredibly realistic movie, and he's certainly not expecting someone to be stood beside him looking on.]

You're not supposed to be here.

[Depending how late in the event it is, and how many people he's seen in his dreams already, that statement ranges from confusion to tight irritation in tone.]

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[ It's not the first time Hawke has walked through another's dreams, even before arriving here, but that she is recognized at all as a separate entity automatically is already a good sign. Such as one is. ]

... For a number of reasons. [ The primary being: she is not a mage. The Fade should not be open to her like this. It takes immense power or a careful ritual to enable the sharing of a dream, as far as she knows, and she certainly doesn't remember consenting to this trip.]

[They're on a train together, the rattle of the rails loud even against the howling snowstorm outside. Bucky, shorter hair and in a military uniform, is crouching behind some boxes as he fires to cover a man in a multicoloured uniform from their attackers further up the carriage.

Bucky's jaw tightens ever so slightly, but when he turns to talk to her it's with a forced casualness as if the scene doesn't upset him.]

Main one I can see, is that I don't know you.

[He's at least met all the people who've come in so far, at least once. It must be getting worse if even strangers can force their way in now.]

[ Hawke has already experienced strangers pulling her childhood out of their own heads like yarn from a basket, woken up with an unknown language rattling around in her mouth, so by this point, not recognizing the dreamer herself hardly even registers as unusual.

Still, by way of introduction: ] Hawke.

[ The details of the setting are as foreign as everything else in Riverview has been, the sharp, unfamiliar cracks of sound bursting from the weapons in everyone's hands making Hawke flinch involuntarily, but the image of battle is almost universal. ]

[He could say a false name here, but there's really not much point with how he knows this memory turns out. He doesn't like it, though.]

James.

[He watches her flinch from the gunfire with a small frown.]

You can't get hurt here.

[A huge blast from down the carriage blows out the side of the train, leaving the other Bucky hanging on outside for dear life.]

[ Sure, but Hawke's gotten into dream-fights, and being shot with an arrow in the Fade hurts as much as being shot in the physical world. ]

What are —

[ The explosion cuts her off, the wall of the room(?!) bursts out, exposing a white mountainside, moving more quickly than Hawke has ever seen, and she lurches forward without thinking, hand outstretched to grab for the dangling young man.

Which is useless, and she drops her hand as soon as she remembers. ]

[She's not the only one reaching for the man on the side of the train, the one dressed in a multicoloured costume is hurriedly clambering out there as well with desperation on his face.]

Thanks.

[Bucky murmurs it with surprise, he hadn't expected this stranger to instinctively try to rescue him.]

But he's going to fall no matter what.

[ Of course he is. It's clear now that the similarities between the young man fighting and the one speaking to her aren't because they're brothers, but because they're the same, and with that in mind it's clear how the scene is going to unfold.

Out of respect, Hawke looks away. She shouldn't be here, watching this. It's not right. It's no more right than strangers watching her father's death, her brother's death. This is not for her. ]

... What are they holding? In their hands.

What are you talking about? The guns?

[That's kind of her, it means that she won't have to witness the rail giving way and Steve crying. It's only a split second image of the tears, all Bucky can remember because it's all he saw as he fell, but it still cuts him right to the quick. Steve never cried.

All of a sudden they're both stood at the bottom of the ravine.

The other Bucky is still falling, he hits the cliff-face on the way down and a sharp rock slices his left arm clean off. He comes to a rest in the snow, battered and bruised, missing an arm, but impossibly still breathing.]

Guns? [ The word is obviously foreign in her mouth as she repeats it. ] I suppose so. They don't look like magic...

[ The shift in scenery does't bother her, such is the logic of dreams, but the collision of body with stone makes her wince again. Maker, that's a long way to fall without a barrier to absorb the impact. Given that he's standing here, maybe his friend saves him.

It's a nice thought, even if Hawke isn't naive enough to believe anything that good ever happens. ]

[...he hadn't remember that it had been a rock that took his arm off, strange that it's so clear here in the dream.

Bucky turns to face Hawke, it's easier than looking at his bloodied body and thinking how much better it would have been for all of them if he'd died in the fall.]

You don't have guns where you're from?

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