Making the Rounds [Closed prompts + Wildcard OTA]

[worthallthis]

characters: Bucky and Various (Closed prompts + Wildcard OTA)
location: Around Beacon
date/time: October 19 - 29
content: Catch-all for Bucky stuff
warnings: Just the usual occasional disassociation, swearing, and bickering with himself


I. Closed to Matt

The Soldier stops by the general store once a week to check the level of supplies and, on rare occasions, actually pick something up that someone in the house needs. The remains of the costumes are still strewn about, some on display, some just a mess in the boxes. The Soldier eyes them thoughtfully, something prodding at the back of its brain about scraps and raw materials, but fuck if it can work out what to do with that.

So it's there, picking restlessly at costumes with all the metal-scent and quiet mechanical arm-noises that entails, when Matt comes in.


II. Closed to Daylight

The Soldier has more than once spied Daylight visiting with spirits, and, thinking about its own spirit-friend, approached (somewhat nervously) to offer to see if any of Daylight's friends know Morse Code, in order to perhaps translate more phrases in their musical language to something the residents of Beacon can be taught to understand.

So here it is, following Daylight to the woods, bearing a pot of coffee securely in its metal hand (which can't feel the heat of the pot as "pain") and a bunch of very small cups and dishes it scrounged up, to see if these spirits appreciate its favorite drink. Always best to bring a little peace offering when planning to ask anyone to work on something, right?


III. Closed to Aziraphale

It takes a while to work up the bravery to come to Aziraphale with the request. But the Sergeant swore up and down that Aziraphale had offered, and seemed earnest about it. Seemed like he wouldn't mess with anything they didn't want him to. Like he would be polite and helpful and above all careful.

So one day when Crowley is out of the house and Aziraphale is finishing puttering around the kitchen, the Soldier sidles up a little and says, carefully not actually looking at him, "The Sergeant said. You could see happy memories."

Sucks to have the actual Soldier back, in some ways, don't it, Aziraphale?


IV. Closed to Bruce

There are a lot of odd people around Beacon, for a given value of "odd". Some of them are odd because they aren't human, or have obvious trauma, or particular reasons that they're obvious about telegraphing. The sneaky young man who avoids contact most of the time and visits the general store and Invincible when he seems to think no one else will be around doesn't fit into any of those categories. He hides and avoids people, he moves like he's more well-trained than he should be, and the Soldier is having a hard time pinning down just how old he actually is. He reminds it a little of Eleven, which makes it worry.

So the Soldier keeps a distant eye on him for a few days, or tries to. Occasionally it loses track, but always manages to pick it up again eventually. At least it does work out where the young man is staying, so it waits outside one late morning (ish; for a given value of "morning" in a place with no sun) to intercept him on his way out for the "day" at the time he usually appears. It doesn't do casual well, so it's just sitting on a tree stump within view, obviously waiting and watching the door.



V. Wildcard!

Got something you wanna say to the Soldier? Want to come to one of its classes at the gym? Got some other idea based on his daily routine? Just hit me up here!

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( prompt ii. )

[sunborne]

In all honesty- Daylight is a little surprised that someone wants to tag along with him when he's on these outings. With how... well... things have been turning out, Daylight can understand if people want to keep their distance from the spirits.

But he's not going to complain about company anytime soon. Especially not Soldat's company, seeing as how his presence most definitely saved Daylight from becoming mute or worse if his hallucinations had managed to get him. (His vocoder twitches, the recall fragment remembering the too real pain he felt. Thanks to both the hallucinations and his own actions. Ack...!)

While he quickly shakes his helm to shake the feelings off, he turns his attention to Soldat to ask an important question: "So- How do you want to do this? Do you have someone in mind that we can visit or do we just, you know, go through the usual circuit of mine?"

[pearlstrings]

Bruce starts his days fairly early, in what can approximate early here. It's the reason he'd built a clock for himself during his first month here; he's less concerned about knowing the hour than he is about counting them to begin with. The absence of circadian rhythm and their physiological need for less- less food, less sleep, has made determining a schedule for himself difficult. Instead of thinking of hours like 3 and 4 in the morning to be quiet, he has to think in terms of hour 31 or 32. To get an understanding of what the majority of people in Beacon do, when they do it, and where.

He stops by the Invincible and the general store when visitors are small in number and does so when necessary. The rest is built around a minimalist's sleep schedule. Bruce has the museum almost entirely to himself and it's rare that he's been required to hide his presence. The residents don't visit often and are preoccupied elsewhere- leaving Bruce free to run laps inside, to move through weight training and agility work, to stretch.

When he leaves for the very first time it's to make his way to the lake and wash up. This is only a difficult thing to navigate when the ferry is expected to arrive and that means that Bruce has the entirety of the walk to himself. In the quiet, in the dark. It's a peaceful experience. Meditative even. Bruce keeps a change of clothes inside a bag over his arm, sweat sticks his shirt to the place between his shoulder blades and it plasters his hair to his head. He's looking forward to the first gust of cool air when he slips outside the back door. He isn't looking forward to the figure sitting outside. Obviously waiting.

Bruce pauses. Watches. And without moving his gaze, very quietly closes the door behind him.

3

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale is, indeed, finished puttering around the kitchen and finally has sat down to get some reading done, but puts the book down in order to speak with the Soldier, who he still sometimes calls Walter in his head.

"Yes, yes I can. I-- try not to do it on purpose, if you are wondering."

[catholicisms]

Matt stops by the store every once and awhile. He's not exactly in need of anything, most of the time. It's more to keep a good awareness of what is there and walk away with anything he decides will be useful and relatively unmissed. And yes, okay, he checks out the clothes to see if there's anything not particularly dated and in his relative size. Despite the fact he's blind and lives in eternal darkness, Matt still dresses to impress!

He's on more of a mission than usual, hoping to find some more blankets now that the weather is taking a turn for the worse. He's headed in that direction when he hears Soldat picking through things on the table. Costumes, he knows, though he can't exactly admit it. "Hello?" he inquires, like he doesn't already know for certain he isn't alone. He taps his way to the table, putting a hand on a witch hat and making a face. "I see you found the costumes."

Matt has sorted through them to find the most wearable pieces in the bunch, or at least, the most wearable pieces by feel. So he's not surprised by the swath of fabric, more surprised by who he's found picking through it.